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Insecurities are a pulse that proves existence
“Remember me?”
Surprised, I turned around, and saw my reflection beckoning from the mirror into which I”d just stared. The eyes were more red than a moment ago, and it seemed as if my reflection had suffered even less sleep than I had recently. But this wasn’t really much of a concern, and as my eyes made contact with themselves my legs made it clear that they wanted no part in this reunion.
“You can’t reun, you know. How can you possibly avoid your own reflection?”
Dogs worry sheep by telling them that the grass is stale
A poem I found, written by my friend Si. Reproduced without his permission in case it provokes him into getting into contact. Bwa ha ha.
My docs
My docs were too tight.
I bought them last week
and thought they were right.
But I had to stand less
‘Cos when I tried walking
I felt my toes press
Up hard at the end.
They’d have to break in
Or buckle or bend
I kidded myself.
Those doc’s were too small
They were bad for my health.
So I took a sharp knife
And cut off my toes.
My docs feel alright
But my feet are killing me.
November 1995
Woo hoo! I’m off to Utrecht! I shall have to make a film about it…
If you stare at life for long enough, it starts to make sense.
In memory of the former tag line:
If this page has been updated, chances are I’m not dead.