Last night I had a very vivid dream. In it I was told of the successful birth of my offspring. My partner, in a hospital. I was walking the streets beaming proudly. In them I met my enemies and shared the news and we all smiled and our enmity was temporarily forgotten. I was with a girlfriend andContinue reading “A Dream”
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Shopping Together
We used to go shopping together We never had any money We never shopped for things we liked. Except for Tunnocks marshmallow cakes. The rest was fat and protein and carbs. Nothing much has changed except I don’t go shopping with her these days I do it all online. I am listening to a song andContinue reading “Shopping Together”
Pour
Life pours its bounty down on me I need an umbrella to see out of the downpour on top of me, puddling at my feet, making them wet. Nonsense pours itself into my cups from the neverending supply that once ripe is as sweet as peaches, tangy as lemons. And through my fingers inky wordsContinue reading “Pour”
I’m Not…
I’m not a cereal…I’m…creamy I’m not creamy I’m solid… …I’m not solid I’m liquid. …I’m not liquid I’m fruit… …I’m not fruit I’m vegetable… …I’m not vegetable, I’m mineral. mineral, mineral, mineral, mineral, mineral, mineral.
Mix-tape Magic
L7,GreenDay,Offspring,Weezer… The year is 1994 and I am 21. One night I get invited to a club I have never been to. Edwards in Birmingham. I go and get along with my new friends and then someone gives me a tape to take away with me. That was a few of the bands on the tape.Continue reading “Mix-tape Magic”
Saturday Thoughts
Why do I always…moan… end up in mental opposition of my parents and relatives… feel crap small worthless and alone… unable to meet even my most base functions… Listening to music I haven’t listened to in years… Feeling like I am worthless… Feeling like it’s my fault… Feeling hopeless… undermined… ignored… unwanted… end up talkingContinue reading “Saturday Thoughts”
Word Jokes
Robert the Construction Engineer replies in the affirmative regarding himself and his teams’ ability to undertake and complete the work described to a satisfactory standard. MRSA Methicillin Resistant Staphylococcus Aureus I once wrote a poem and stored it in my mind about the day I became a fuddy-duddy scientist. I would recite this poem to myContinue reading “Word Jokes”
Vampire
The vampire sat down on the sofa and let his body just hang there a while, His mind was as empty as the feeling in his arms that went down between his legs, forming into a cross. With his hands clasped he looked down. Seeing nothing of interest he looked up. Seeing as he foundContinue reading “Vampire”
When I Get That Feeling…Barry White
Quiet internal rising panic, an impending feeling of doom, nervousness, a blank mind, a guilty conscience, feelings of inferiority, feelings of worthlessness and a tendency to concentrate on the negative are currently haunting the country house that is my mind. And the cause of these feelings. Bad relationships, misunderstandings, failures, too much disappointment, not enoughContinue reading “When I Get That Feeling…Barry White”
Whitewash my Crotch
I don’t like to know about colonies of bacteria on my skin that are growing and multiplying every day. I think it is disgusting. 1 by 1, 2 by 2, 3 by 3, 4 by 4 cm squared. I don’t like to think about it at all. But I do. I know They are onContinue reading “Whitewash my Crotch”
I'm bilaterally deaf, schizophrenic, autistic, talented individual. I can see you thinking...What was his day job? Well, I am a qualified systems engineer and i worked in computers. To be honest I can't remember what I wrote in my bio which I deleted. I write I draw, It is my goal in life to be anything but facsimilia. I believe life is duodecimal, you live you die, dark. Some call this depression and indeed I am a depressive schizophrenic. To be something is a great thing-some call it drosophilae syndrome(to be studied), a term I coined myself. As I appreciate in words as I get older sometimes it helps to remember what it was like being a child with drosophilae syndrome where the other is to be seen. This is why I draw and write. 