Archive for August, 2007

Random acts of stationery #27

Random acts of stationery #26

[Insert snow-related pun here]

It’s Tues­day. Sigh. Whilst you’ve been away on your Bank Hol­i­day get­away, sat in a swel­ter­ing car parked on a motor­way some­where, sad stay-at-home social inad­eqates such as myself have been here, still on the web. You know, in that way in which people who don’t have a life tend to do. Never mind. In your […]

Random acts of stationery #25

Random acts of stationery #24

Random acts of stationery #23

Equus

My Equus, my beast of pos­ses­sion, my trus­ted means of hunt­ing down my obses­sions. The four-legged hurd­ler who never stopped hurt­ling, who rev­elled in the pur­suit, who could be let loose on a moment’s whim to race my each and every all-consuming need, desire and deprav­ity to the point on the dis­tant hori­zon where the […]

Random acts of stationery #22

Random acts of stationery #21

Oh, beast of burden, carry me

My eyes drift open, drift slowly to the left, drift into the grey sky. My body feels just as leaden, yet I am sucked in by the showers. Such a wel­come sight. Oh, I wish I could. How I truly wish I could. Back centre. There’s a beast of bur­den dent­ing the smooth cov­ers at the […]

Random acts of stationery #20

Fluttering

Some­times I wake with stars in my eyes Some­times I wake with swirls Some­times I wake with dust in my eyes Some­times I wake with tears. Yet always I lie there won­der­ing If you, did you, and why did you Hit me over the head with a ham­mer In the night?

Disappearer

Don’t believe that it’s impossible to dis­ap­pear. It is. Don’t believe that it’s impossible to step off this whirl­ing world for a few pre­cious breaths, or even longer, and excuse your­self from the scream­ing hub­bub, the voices in your head, the doubts in your soul, the banal and the every­day. It is. Your route is lined […]

Conversation v1.1

There’s some­thing I need to tell you.          [Insert mean­ing­less psy­chobabble here]                   “Where was I?“ There are many things I want to tell you.          [Insert fleet­ing real­isa­tion here]                   “What was I going on about?“ There are so many things I have to share.          [Insert stum­bling explan­a­tions here]                   “How did we even get onto this sub­ject?“ But […]

Alphabetti spaghetti: B

Lately, I have found myself feel­ing some­what Bewitched. I can­not decide if this is because I am par­tic­u­larly enam­oured, cap­tiv­ated and beguiled, or whether I am simply har­bour­ing a desire to cast evil spells on cer­tain people. Most people, if I’m hon­est. Except you. For once, this post isn’t about you, I prom­ise. I would […]