the sun touches my skin
each kiss, a beautiful cancer
ignored
by the immediacy of a tan
Category Archives: 2004
Woo. I’ve now had 400 visitors. And, according to the stats, all but two of them are called Colin.
Yay.
Apparently it annoys people when you rig their votes.
There is no guarantee that I will ever write anything else
Last night I saw a ghost
a former me
scrawled in a diary like a dying spider
i’d written about my life
thoughts and
feelings
and, shortly afterwards
the pen had snapped
in pity, or desperation
the previous me i saw, a
person i once knew is
now gone
the diaryist denied
replaced by a blogger
in equal decline
…so far the favoured option is three…
…all votes are rigged…
An assessment of the future.
Possibilities:
1. This site will be resumed shortly.
2. This site is suspended, pending an investigation into the author’s talent.
3. This site is now closed. All posts will be permanently deleted by 15 May. Or sooner, if I can be bothered.
4. What the hell is this site, and how did I get here?
Vote, using any means possible.
writing a blog is like masterbating in public
Bye bye.
For a bit.
I recommend seeing Shaun of the Dead. It’s very funny.
Human nature is built upon denial.
2 minute warning. Sketch outline for short.
At table. Radio and TV on. Reading paper.
spread out.
Dipping soldiers into an egg, that spills across the news.
Pan to headline.
He ignores spillage, turns page.
Attention to radio. Warning of something immanent.
Radio is turned off / goes off.
TV. View of 2 anchor people. Male and female.
Final warning. 2 minutes. Man at table opens a bill for electricity. presenters speak rhetorical questions of what to do. Male answers. Wants female. Tries to atack / rape when no response. Man at the table pours out a cup of tea. Takes another bite of soldiers. Looks at a picture on the fridge. A family. He is not in the picture. TV shows pictures of army movements etc. Back to presenters. Male is being hit back by the female.
The okay sounds. False alarm. Announced by the female.
Ends.