The man behind the desk told me to put both my shoes on. I did so carefully, you can never be to safe around here. Them swine could be lurking around every corner. I took my ticket and sat down. Strange thoughts interrupt my normal pattern of thinking. How long have I sat here? Three hours? Three days? A month? Hmm… Strange feelings of a twisted reality gone wrong. It was never always like this. Not when I was very small like a pint glass. Oh no! No fat man then! … Or was there? Dejavou is an occurrence I am most familiar with. Like the back of my hands.
No time to waste. Must leave and get there for the deadline. Walk slowly towards the door… Imagine if they caught me. How could I live with it. They would probably toss me down there with the sodomites. In the dark, beheaded … ripped to shreds. No! They will never find out. To the door. Death comes only the those who fear it. Men who are not afraid of death are unstoppable. I am unstoppable! The fat man grabbed and twisted me towards him like an angry headmaster to a school bully. “Whats going on here?” he asked. “I’m looking for the tree house and the hundredth forest” I replied truthfully. There is no room in this world for the lieing kind. Always truth full, its like gold dust. He knew what I was up to. “Look into my eyes!” he whispered. I could sense he might be onto something. Maybe he was on my side? I couldn’t be sure. Not yet. Be cool, stay calm, he knows what he’s talking about. He is the fat man after all. “You’ve found the trail youngling!” he shouted as his face lit up. He pulled me closer and whispered “If only I were still as young as you. Then I could go myself.” I then knew it was up to me. With the power of a thousand horses i was off. I knew, just as well as you! As soon as I got outside to the soggy grass i remembered what we all know matters most and took off both of my shoes.
J4 years ago • 0 notes
I have thought many times of keeping a scrapbook, full of endless pictures and meaningless writing to any other being apart from me. I guess after being stuck here at my PC for endless days and timeless hours waiting for my shoulder to heal after my operation, and reading a few distant friends blogs i thought i would create one too. That is rather than create a flimsy book only to lose under my mass of junk in my room, soon to be forgotten under a thick layer of dust.
I guess what I’m trying to say is that this blog has no fixed timeline. I will simply post what i want, when i want. Be it something that happened years and years ago in my childhood, a dream, complete bollocks that for some reason i feel the need to write or some old photos i found i would like to share with whoever (if anyone) reads this blog.
If I can stick to this (which i most likely won’t), it should hopefully be a collection of photography and writing, all of which have great significance to ME. The people in this blog are close friends of mine, or have been; who have all been around long enough to influence me, and change me into the person i am today. For better, or for worse…
James4 years ago • 0 notes