Archive for the Internal dialogues category

Ti Li Yo Li

the life you live and the les­sons you learn from it the life you live and the les­sons you learn from it the life you live and the les­sons you learn from it the life you live and the les­sons you learn from it the life you live and the les­sons you learn from it […]

Whither tumour? Whither growth?

Do you have that dis­ease? Do you have that raging poison in your veins? Will you give it to me? Will you bestow your dread­ful ill­ness upon this feeble mind and body? Will you course through my blood­stream? Will you beat me into sub­mis­sion? Will you fuck me into oblit­er­a­tion rather than simple obli­vion? Will […]

So on and so forth

Hello. I have been think­ing about try­ing to write here again. Or just write. Any­where. But I am not sure. Not sure. Yet. So. How have you been? I hope you have been well. I have been. I have been some­where. Things have happened. Other things have not happened. And other things have happened in […]

World domination is all a matter of interpretation

They say that I need a plan. Who­ever they are. I say that I have a plan. A twelve-step plan, I say. They ask if I am an alco­holic. I recon­sider my reply. They say that I need a plan. Who­ever they are. I say that plans are for career­ist swine, for cap­it­al­ist scum, for faceless […]

So speaks the voice of experience

Turn left. She is all polite­ness, but laced with the venom of palp­able men­ace. Turn left. Don’t want to. You can’t make me. Turn left. But I prefer the river. You can’t. You can’t go in the river. Why not? I could be quite the most expert of drown­ers. I could suck up city effluent […]

Lost property

And Lady Macbeth, she scrubbed until she bled

I am cer­tain that there are pur­ists amongst our num­ber who will tell me, author­it­at­ively and with an envi­able cer­tainty in their unwaver­ing voice, that white is not a col­our. As such, not a col­our. Whatever it may be then, the per­fec­tion of it irks me, annoys me, makes me shift uncom­fort­ably in my blotchy, […]

Always read the label

You get meth­od­ical. Get your­self a meth­od­o­logy. Packet open. Always read the label. Strip pulled from packet. Read the label again, just to double check. Try and remem­ber. How did you used to do this? You know? Before? The label will say, the label will tell you, the label will keep you coldly informed. So read. […]

Holy war

I let the angels and dev­ils fight it out. Perched on oppos­ing shoulders, facing each other across the cav­ern of my con­fused and rap­idly evac­u­at­ing mind, they pull the split strands of my hair and pinch my ear­lobes, bite my neck and dig their fin­ger­nails into my flesh. I flinch as they kick me repeatedly […]

The year of the lost you

Don’t look back. You only end up get­ting a pain in the neck from all that cran­ing. I don’t remem­ber much of what happened before June, to be hon­est. I remem­ber meet­ing two people with whom I instantly clicked — and as is the tra­di­tional way, with whom I quickly decided I simply had to […]

Oh, you know, festive stuff

That is undoubtedly the best blog post title ever, as I’m sure you’ll agree. It’s just so elo­quent, excit­ing, dra­matic, com­mit­ted. It makes you want to read the words that fol­low. It makes you drool with anti­cip­a­tion, in a way that your eld­erly aunt’s offer of yet another sod­ding mince pie no longer can. Doesn’t […]

Goodbye to all that

“Don’t ana­lyse it to death. It’s only blog­ging.” It was 11.00am this morn­ing when I sat down in front of my laptop and put those four words into the title field of this entry. As I write these open­ing lines, It’s now just past 9.00pm at night. No, obvi­ously I haven’t spent ten hours typing […]