unconvincing writing...

I feel like writing but have only a few ideas kicking around so will just stream of consciousness something to make me feel some pathetic self indulgent catharsis.

Immerse yourself in the river,

Womb like and sheltered the world will do you no harm.

and when it appears the sky will hold the rain no more come find me.

In its glorious downpour we will drown.

arm in arm tongue in mouth soaked skin on soaked skin.

come find me,

as the nights grow shorter,

the trees grow longer,

limb like enquiries looking for answers,

to questions I never asked.

If this disconnects, creates a space, a chasm,

will there be clarity where once there was none?

An omen so well ignore,

a commodity for sale,

pedal your wares elsewhere.

To another fellow, another victim..

Never darken my porch again.
all done...

In other news Martin Grech is a fucking genius and why he is not more popular I will never know



Wild Beasts were amazing at Audio



And Ryanain can fuck off and die.

x

Does anyone read this...

Does it really matter?

probably not. It is only here as an outlet for any particularly childish idiotic self indulgent, self involved narcissistic drivel I wish to force into an arena known as the Internet which is already swamped by much the same.

I work a job I hate to earn money I don't need to live a life I don't enjoy....

I am beginning to struggle to see the logic of this equation.

But what should I do?

Run, I could go to Barcelona live with some Friends, Bremen! I speak a little french so that is an option. What would I achieve though?

Am I capable of achieving anything? I am certainly capable but I am beginning to fear that that is the limit to my talents.

A corkscrew is capable of opening a wine bottle but it does not mean it is not replaceable.

I think I need a corkscrew and a wine bottle.

Work is slowly grinding me to a halt and everything I used to care about seems pointless.

No one cares and everyone is happier to bury their heads in the sand and accept "hopeless emptiness of this existence".

I think might be too.

PS anyone who does read this my questions are all rhetorical and answers will be frowned upon as I previously stated this is more sick bucket to vent my spleen into than a quest for answers.

Here is some more shit I wrote;

An intricate system of pulleys and weights,

the careful construct dedicated to balance.

Rational

and.

Reasonable,
i can guess its every movement and

manipulate its position.

Gleaming like brass.

But holding the burden not creating it.

Cargo more valuable than the sum of its parts.

Centered, pivotal, practical.

In my peripheral vision i can imagine nothing more



Aspirational

Revolutionary Road

I saw this last night....

Half as good as the book but still wonderful...

spoi;t by idiots not understanding the point of the film and giggling throughout...

why do people seem to think everything has to be a comedy!

Clowns...

Anyway read the book its fucking wonderful

also though read this..

www.fmylife.com

everything appears better in comparison to some of the shit these people have encountered

Grouphug....

www.grouphug.us

this is gold... i promise... varying from the harrowing to macabre. yummy!

also....



Nikola Tesla;

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nikola_Tesla

the man is a fucking genius... fact

Triffic crafts!

The competition rule was that the artist could use only one sheet of paper

impressive stuff me thinks.






Also I wrote this last night and seem to have an uncontrollable desire to show my awful prose in public so... here;


Night Terrors,


the silently loping animals, creeping to my bedside.


They whisper, dreams of vivid colour,

where the reason is simple and transparent.


Yet this clarity brings nothing,


no catharsis


no retribution.


Just further excavation,


ahurriedendeavourforhistoricalartifacts,

proof
of
what
previously
existed

Yet either I hunt poorly or arbitrarily


for fact truth or artifact are absent.




So now my memories must draw my tide,


water lapping at my feet


and everything I carved in the sand is swallowed by sea.

Its bloody snowing!!!!!

like a bastard as well..

barely anyone has turned up for work and my ex has been given the day off so is larking about with my other bum friends and I have to work like a mug!!!!

gash

lastly for today...

I am a Vegan and even I found this bloody hilarious

http://www.guardian.co.uk/media/pda/2009/jan/30/google-digitalmedia

A Bike! A Bike! My Kingdom For A Bike!

I would like a bike....





I would like it to look like this;

I would never need a taxi to a gig again! eco friendly amp transport! yay!

they are a weebit pricey though....

This band www.myspace.com/thegoodfriendship are fucking great! really really fucking great like a lo fi aggressive version of women... yum!

also I am voting for Gary Wilson to play ATP verses the fans... he is splendid.

Oh and I succesfully moved flat now and switch sides of the pier... it is much less homely than kemptown but there are lots of waterholes... which is nice.

in other news... I have written another bouyant piece of piss poor poetry so here it is x

Every sentence could be a death sentence,

The Strangulation of my voice box,

A prolapsed thorax,

Remember when we were the last bastions of freedom?

When our words carried more weight than sense?

The last pillar to crumble in Athens,

The first to decline the invitation to the ball,

Like a swallow in an attic,

Accidental and doomed with clipped wings……

Life is pretty cheery huh?

x

The Future

This might just be the saviour of us all...

http://environment.uk.msn.com/climate-change/gallery.aspx?cp-documentid=8832619

The Sermon on the Mount...

Hello!

This is my first endevaour into this terrifying and spell binding worl of internet based soap boxery!

Well the reason this has begun is beacause I like to say things and write things and the people closest to me have become terribly tired of hearing it so I thought this way I can pretend to have some sort of cathartic moment as it spills forth into the public sphere safe in the knowledge that no one will read it!

Good news...

Well a new year has begun my silly band has played a gig which went well I am moving house and very exciting things are happening but also very sad things.. life is strange and hard... ho hum...

well I am going to post a little poo through your letterbox,yeah? gullett off butler im at the door

tether thether

here is some writing I have done recently;

Eumenidies

Seeping through the walls, I so carefully constructed, thick black fingers pull the skin and claw at my spine,

Seeking my collapse, a limbless linkless shadow,

A pale impostor, contorted and entwined,

I cant move from these floor boards, splinters embedded tie me to the spot.

The room glows red and blows in the wind,

A salubrious sarcophagus,

The air disrupts my thoughts,

Images flash in strobes disjointed senseless and violent

Faces barely recognisable, hues of violet,

Fields swamped in dew,

Trees reaching for the remains in haste,

Racing the animals, bacteria, humans.

Such expensive waste extensively wasted.

My shadow sits in front of me,

Faceless to faceless we wait,

Pensive, and silently aggressive.

A fear of the unfamiliar, the slave and the master hold the same face.

“What is it for?”

“Why do you miss it?”

“It was who I am, It gave me a place.”

“A place you wanted? A place you earned?”

“A true representation of who you were?”

“Who I AM”

“Who I am? Such ramblings, have you not changed? Have you not learnt? Are you not new? Are you not fresh? Supple? Ripe?”

“I am neither, nor or either, I am fine”

“You are struggling, this façade you so relied upon has been removed, you have been excluded, such abnormality is unexplainable and unacceptable. Why would they want who you are when it forces such questions upon them, such quandaries? You are lost.”

“I am Fine”

“You are Fine”

“I am fine”