Saturday, 20 December 2008

I Can't Believe You Actually Died

Today was a bit warmer than it has been and my back is still sore. Christmas. I am going on a 'snowboarding' trip in January where my intention is to do no snowboarding, I will write stories and songs and draw pictures but I will not snowboard. At work I started writing a story and I really liked it a lot but then for some reason I did not save it on my computer which was stupid. I tried to make a few notes so I could start again. The notes came out like this and I think they work.

Chickens Outside a Pub After a Few Drinks

Drunk fighting

Like chickens

Swearing is chicken noises

“scratching like chicken toes on the gravel”

Clothes are torn up

Afterwards men go to work and live their lives and hug their children

People who work with the man or men ask questions

Men make up lies to cover up scrapes

“It was a football accident or maybe DIY”

The following is recommended by me to listen to when tiredness and loneliness sets IN

Monday, 15 December 2008

between my two bedroom walls there is only me

i have been wandering aimlessly around my house eating crisps and drinking chocolate milk and my housemate told me to stop being such a waste of skin and update my blog instead so i figured i would come here and write a poem
Legs Off

I fell in half because my legs came off
My legs said to my torso
"I am leaving you, you have been a terrible husband"
The torso was not impressed
"You are such a bitch, no wonder no one will ever come here for dinner parties"
They went on like this for hours
"Why will you not just admit you are wrong for once?"
"Why will you not give me back the past 25 years?"
"Why will you not give me back my self respect?"
I have no control
My torso is in so much pain, emotionally
They both make valid points
My legs are exhausted
I am exhausted when I say
"Let us all just sleep on it."

Thursday, 4 December 2008

this will not

I want to be sure, and make you, the reader, feel sure and certain here. This blog will not turn into a music blog and i will not start posting MP3s and reviews of bands and Top 10 lists and things of that nature. Ok. I'm glad we're clear on that.

I wanted to just post this.
It is a link to hype machine and particularly a song by Karl Blau and I am listening to it repeatedly right now. I'm clicking on the little triangle time after time. It is helping me whilst a write a story which may or may not end up being called 'Watching other people make mistakes is easy and hard at the same time' but i'm not sure yet.

So far this new story includes sentences such as
I am a good liar and I know it’s a cliché but there is little else you can say in situations like this.

It really is stupid and he can be such a bastard but friendships get to a point where you can’t undo them.

and of course
You’re so pathetic sometimes.

Will it end up being any good? Who knows? Only time will tell.

Tuesday, 2 December 2008


The man has a full jacket
The man turns and runs at the door
Followed by two middle aged floor managers

I am at the checkout
The girl scans what I want
"Why don't I get to do that?"
She means chasing criminals
"Yeah, it looks fun right?"

It does look fun
The managers return empty handed
"I could have caught him"