Sunday, 29 November 2009
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.
Friday, 27 November 2009
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
Tuesday, 17 November 2009
Monday, 16 November 2009
Pagan Artifact
this is apart of some old loading apparatus on the banks of Arlesford creek in Essex.
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.
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.
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