December 2008
2 posts
I hate winter.
It was a dark and stormy night. No…Scratch that.
It was a boorish winter morning. Last night’s snow was slowly melting away under the assault of a depressingly gentle rain. It was the kind of morning that made your crappy single sized bed feel like the lush cushions of a Persian harem (the number of concubines in the harem varying according to the number of degrees below zero).
The...
phrases
E is like the crazy friend from highschool that comes to visit once in a while. You have a fantastic night and then you wake up the next morning in a jail cell with a hangover and he’s long gone.
MDMA is like the sexy girl you manage to pick up every so often. You again have a fantastic night but she has the courtesy to give you a few small quickies before she leaves.
“What do you...
September 2008
1 post
Freelance Fingers.
Why is it that even if i intend to write nonsense i have to pause before i start? Am i actually scared of writing bad nonsense (does such a thing exist?)
So what is the point of having a blog i wonder? To write your innermost thoughts for the entire online population to read? To get famous? A friend of mine said that it helped him to organize his thoughts in his head, but then why not just use...
Ode to a long haired leather Jacket
Hello my friend, where are you going tonight?
Your face has rarely been so bright
and i’ve never seen those eyes before.
I look at you and wonder how it must be
to not move and yet be free
Won’t you share this secret with me?
You are the kid on christmas day
The glutton at a free buffet
A dreamer that has found the way.
And though the hypocrites convict you
There can be no...
August 2008
4 posts
Vita
Hey little boy won’t you run along now, chase your dreams wherever they lead you. Follow the sound of your teacher’s voice as it brings you to her truth, then forget it on the way home.
Hey young man won’t you speed your way through, look at those skirts with brand new eyes, why don’t you go inside for a peep. Realise the pain of your existence, you are alone in this world...
ctrl, alt, Escape.
Escapism.
This word dominates a lot of human life.
For most of us, our lives are repetitive to the point of being often boring and sometimes depressing. It all starts with an implemented routine shortly after birth (usually the culprit here being the parents who feel forced to maintain schedule). Wake up, eat, burp, occasionally throw up, bumble around a bit as far as your little baby legs will...
Lemon
He suddenly realised that the lemon was still in his hand. This bright fragrant little fragment of hope, enveloped in his flesh. Power began to surge into his hands; Power fuelled by sheer hatred for this single most beautiful fruit. He wanted to crush it. Nothing else would have made him happier than to gently make this lemon bleed it’s sour juices. The people around him began to notice his...