I Glow

Some shots of me done at midnight with very little light and a long exposure.

Short and only a little blasphemous.

I beheld a pale horse and upon it a pale rider.
And the Lord said "Those Bloody Emo kids have got into the stables again! Watkins, go give him a damn good thrashing".

As I Lay

As I lay there, I watch with cold indifference the branches that sway before me. I choose this moment, this time, this now. I choose this as the time for the path to open.




My leaking soul colours my world and perception becomes more than it ever was. Is a passing from one path to another always fraught with the fear of change?




In my movement, there are no edges any more. A path through the wooded knowledge or all that once was cannot calm me. Pastures new await me and their call is a siren song.






I go.

2am, can't sleep. Started Something.

So, I can't get to sleep.
I am forced into minor action by my angry brain. I start a story.
This is what I've got so far:




Do you know what the future hates?
It hates you.
You, you vacuous deep fried burger eating fuckstain.
Do you know why the future hates you? Because you have no plan to deal with your shit. You just want to eat, sleep, fuck and watch TV before you die. And what happens then?
The future.
The bright shining future you won’t see so you have helped conspire not to happen.
So yes, the Future hates you.
But that’s ok.
It’s why I’m here.





Yeah, no sleep makes me a happy go lucky person, don't it.

Useless Metaphysical Mechanic

*cough* *shudder* *splutter*
"Damn it, what's wrong this thing?"
*ding*
"Maybe I can help, sir?"
"I dunno. It was going alright, now it seems to have trouble going anywhere. I think it's got stuck."
"Let me check" *Hits it with a hammer* "Sorry, sir. I think you're going to have to make the best of it."
"Well what's wrong with it?"
‎"Like you said, sir, stuck. Just try giving it a shift in direction every now and then."
"I do, but the roads keep crumbling."
"Well, keep trying, sir, everyone's got to find their own path for their life. Sorry I couldn't be more help."
"Cliche spouting tit." *Hits life with spanner and swears at it*
"Come on, come on. I was supposed to be somewhere by now!"