May 2012
11 posts
Quitting's for quitters so I quit quitting.
Yesterday - being in a very bad place mentally - I decided to announce my twitter and tumblr retirement. Essentially guys, I’m in the middle of a bit of breakdown at the moment. It is coming up to a year since I tried to kill myself and - I guess I’ve been thinking a lot on this anniversary and just how much has changed and how much I’ve achieved. The answer is I’ve...
Closing Time
This blog is soon to be closed. It was fun while it lasted but it has got to the stage where it feels like I’m shouting in a soundproof booth and…While I want to continue writing it is going to be a huge distraction in what I need to do at the moment which is continually writer letters, fill in forms, and jump through hoops to get the opportunity many richer, healthier people take for...
Some Thoughts
<Insert provocative image of stick thin model with face cut off but tits showing> <Insert fashion shot of vanity ridden superficial idiot> <Insert tedious animated gif of a banal TV show or movie quote> <Insert quirky image from someone else> Sorry - just trying to drive up popularity of this blog and it seems this is the vain, shallow shit that the masses indulge in...
Lucifer
Think back to the simple days of smiles and cigarette smoke wisping. Whispering, telling jokes to friends. Drinks flowing, days that never end spreading enlightened laughter. But Lucifer’s fall left him forsaken. What crime was there in believing in the truth of love over a faith in fear? Banish the great one who dares challenge the totalitarian regime. The unnatural order continues -...
Intentionally Left Blank
I’m living the dream, opportunity lays itself before my feet in the guise of stacks of dead pulped trees, all needing my blood. Stick a piece of my past on them, cross the Ts with a fountain pen of bygone miseries. Not one shred of decency, everyone wants a piece of me. Staves of five lined paragraphs sing sorry, bland, bureaucratic music. Ticks and crosses come like percussive beats. ...
Incarnation
Solemnly the spirit whisped through bitter air of secrets kept and tears wept. Strength - he thought. Strength. I must do this alone. Head hung and huffing, the spirit ploughed forward. “May I help?” cried a voice. No! - replied the spirit. Strength. I must do this alone. Strength - The spirit continued, wandering the wilderness. Obstacles littered his path - A ghostly dance. Until,...
When...
When you used to care, winds would sing to me like old warbling folk singers. Soul kissing strings plucked delicately and percussive. A warm embrace following a trudge through cold. Yet here I stand now, Frozen and alone. Without your enveloping tune. When you used to care, a merry country dance took my heart. Primitive yet civilised, rhythmic and rowdy. My breathing rapid, my heart racing. Yet...
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Coming Soon... Through the Cooking Gas!
It’s been a while since I have made any sort of formal announcement about any new piece of work - mainly because they all seem to falter somewhere around the first few thousand words and I change ideas. But this one seems to have stuck. I am enjoying the direction and the messages therein, and I am working hard on it. So, here are the details. Punny titled ‘Through the Cooking Gas...
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