BUGGER!
Some bastard has scraped my new car, whilst it was parked.
And now it is marked.
Grr.
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Category Archives: 2004
Did Wales, this year.
Walked about near the edges of the car park, almost onto the grass.
Looked at the hilltop walks from behind glass.
Saw Castles, though, took pics, ran about.
No more following of the little red man. Oh no. That was in the past. But marvelled at the walks on the walls, and how we managed not to fall.
The house was friendly, a welcome vision not seen outside the mind or pictures for 15 years. The plants were bigger but the gate was the same.
The smallest house in Britain was at the same town as the guest house. Both nice, but more space in the chartered room.
My mobile phone liked it so much, it stayed even after leaving to come back to this place.
Christmas is coming
the children are getting fat
look, there’s a scally
in a funny knitted hat
The face of death stares through the glass at the woman asleep by the fire.
Oh great.
First I can’t get the car to start.
Then the DVD player breaks.
Self portrait in Wales.
The brain is dented as the soul is contained.
New report
Sitting. At the desk. The computer tries to block my vision but its easy to see over the top; a middle distance stare that would put me in good stead for a job as a model in the freeman’s catalogue.
The park stretches ahead from the office window. To be a squirrel. In summer time. With some peanuts. Close to the path.
No good.
Summer has gone, taking with it the park dwellers and their bags of pre packaged vermin food. But the squirrels here have forgotten that they’re vermin. Too used to being fed.
There’s a crash, as another small furry body falls out of the tree nearest the office. This time, instead of landing in the mouldering heap of grey fur from other failed squirrels, who move only to play with the rats, the branches of the tree catapault the starving creature through my window. It lands in a small sea of glass and blood, in the centre of a report that details the newest business paradigms that will allow us to square the circle of perfection and avoid being sent up river when we’re trying to go downstream.
It is not surprising that the paper pulls the life blood from the animal, although the speed means that it is not so much a blotter, but a suction pump. The squirrel is left, still and silent, its pale face screaming the same silent “why?” that I was expecting from anyone else who encountered the document.
20: 20 vision
They say to live for the present
today is the first of the last, not
the last of the first
so
make it work for you
and don’t procrastinate away your life
They say that
friends are important, and its
not just about surrounding yourself with
skin deep acquaintances
but a few
who know you, and
you them
They think you should be positive
look at what you have not
what you want, and
accept who you are
without hating the self or
the body where it lives
But what do they know
giving out advice
not looking inside, outside
failing to see the you
who is so different to
everyone else
Creep killers, the film in which I am beheaded, will be out in November.
Hurray.
Fortunately, I have now grown a new head.