Dive

Photo © 2006 Pongsatorn Sukhum.

Diver Oramas Pinijchob swims alongside the wreck of the Royal Thai Navy ship HTMS Kut (731), formerly the USS LSM 333, during an inspection dive on September 30, 2006. via http://www.pdnphotooftheday.com/date/2009/04.

this really moves me

MSG GG 09

Photo by Jason Gould. Boxer Ngoli Okafor at the Golden Gloves Finals at Madison Square Garden in New York, April 16, 2009. via http://www.pdnphotooftheday.com/date/2009/04

Flying car

pablo's torch

Oh....nature

via http://www.baconbabble.com/index.php/2009/11/27/oh-shit-moments-14/

this is the end....

..of the week that proved to be helpful. Yesterday, I consumed my own body weight in weak ale, and was in bed by 12.27. I had climbed from my pit 10 hours earlier in the year, after reaching it 5 hours previous. Friday had been the breakthrough, and I celebrated effortlessly with *bath-salts* and volumes of larger, Guinness and a disco dance. the pressure of Thursday had overcome my consciousness; I had found myself staring at the kitchen utensils in TK Maxx, having not realised how I came to be there - I wondered if I had locked my door and traipsed home minus the accoutrements I had no real use for. of course the door was locked. Wednesday had been full gentle cowardliness, spirited by an air of misgiving for my predicament and a resentment to confront the issue. I was yet to panic. Tuesday the same. Monday was ruled by arrogant optimism that rooted my self belief to celestial objects out of my reach. I didn't fall directly downwards. but Sunday is today and I am still standing on my tiptoes, as I now realise I haven't actually grasped anything solid as yet.

Steps; Nowhere

I don't normally like these kind of images; ones you could imagine attached to malfunctioning laconic corporate trip like "desire; There is nothing like a dream to create the future". but this one's ok.

Via http://www.behance.net/Gallery/NOWHERE/239494

Presidents of Malawi

Cyclographic Club

the ring master is in the bowler hat

Who collects badges these days?

at Norwich beer festival 09

Stereotypical african bushshot

The view from my living room, spring09

prewedding wedding

The MC and the father of the bride

Super-Tabs!

Steps; University of Essex

on the 50th anniversary of the declaration of human rights

Memorial; Berlin

East German Television

Night clubbing; Berlin

steps; Berlin

faces; Berlin

Pagan Artifact

this is apart of some old loading apparatus on the banks of Arlesford creek in Essex.

Library Power

the lifts in the library at the University of Essex.

Celebs

a decorated wall of a barbers shop - rural Malawi.

Haircut?

barbers stool at Dedza market

Bingu Rally

the market, Dedza, Malawi. Spring 2009

agaric

not my picture.

The Fall - Second Dark age

Fat conference women
Clap return of glass house
And the Arabs have it made
Oil is women in veils, eyes glazed

Second Dark Age. Death of the USA.
Return of the family.
The scooter cabbages

And the commune crapheads sit and whine
While the common near my
birthplace is now a police
college

It's a second dark age.
No Psalm Sunday or any day.
The city is dead.
Bust. Ghost-dance rite. Tepid

I could join a pray-peace group
Spy in Norway
Cause groups can change the world
and meet Ms. Fjord and Benny.*
"Hi I am Benny.
Go where the brave prance
No Czechoslovak food queues
are a party, fool

A mediocre anti-Jew
And single people are screwed
in the Second Dark Age

I am Roman Totale, 17,
the bastard offspring
of Charles I and the Great God Pan.

if shapes could kill...

To swim together

There is a picture cast in sand on the carpet under my desk
It shows my feet outlined,
Their tombs from which they were removed sit dirty to the side

Last warn to a beach were we swam in the swell of the northern sea
Where clouds heavy with stone grey bottoms queued to the horizon, mirrored by the rolls in the belly of an un-tamable friend

Your shoulder length hair obscures your face, limp with salt of sea-air, manipulated by northerly winds that raise goose bumps and nipples on our bodies.

We swim out and loose each other in the turn of the waters top
Moments alone, only feet away

The sea holds us close but its dominance forces severance
We come together; limbs tangle.

First I think that we will pull each other down

Now alone, the grit between my toes connects like the embrace of our bodies
Knowing the sand will one-day run thin, I will not clean my shoes