May 2010
7 posts
Seems I just can’t get enough of this place…
While this page will be left to gather dust I will be updating my art blog and website regularly (ok irregularly…let’s not kid ourselves) with personal pieces and other such nonsense. I’ve been told…on a regular basis…whether I have requested said opinion or not…that I don’t put my work out there...
Fare be well tumblr. You’ve been a brilliant time killing device but now comes that point in every relationship where we both go our own separate ways.
All the pretty tumbleweeds who have kept a loose eye on my page for reasons unbeknown to myself…thanks for the passing interest, hope you enjoyed the show, tis been a pleasure but you might want to go ahead and click that...
light of today
hellomisschloe:
picking up radio signals from a Ray Bradbury interview
Books - can only take you so far
Friends - can only help you so far
It is you who is responsible to make yourself well.
April 2010
10 posts
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March 2010
39 posts
As I sit here happily sipping on chamomile with a ball of fluff curled up in my lap, the sweetest purr penetrates the silence of the room and I am filled with warmth and gratitude for these loving creatures.
I could tell her anything, share my thoughts with reckless abandon. Animals take our dirty little secrets to the grave. They don’t engage in childish gossip, use our shameful...
Friendly stranger. With a childlike voice most pleasing to the ear. A cat's back, her only weakness. It burns through delicate skin like Kryptonite. I do wonder if she is still out there somewhere in the ether. Are you Happy? Healthy? Wholesome. Or troublesome? Perhaps none of the above… Myself? Why, I'm Holy... Unholy... Both or neither... And all that lies in between. But mostly I feel that...
Sometimes I wonder why I even leave the house...
It’s one of those lovely autumn evenings where you can’t think of anything you’d rather be doing besides taking your freshly pumped bicycle wheels out for a spin. No destination in mind, just a desire to ride somewhere, anywhere underneath the setting sun. You put in your headphones and select the perfect soundtrack for this moment, something instrumental, ethereal. You start peddling and let go....
No sir, you old dog! The bruise that grows below the surface of my neck is not a mark of passion, the aftermath of an erotic encounter. The bite of love keeps its flesh piercing fangs, its tremulous pangs well away from here. I can assure you… No madam, you old prune! I am not dressed to impress with this ratty old suit jacket of mine. An upper torso covered in the stray hair of a china white puss...
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Swedish boy makes good…
1 tag
I’m making a list…
checking it twice…
no longer concerned whether I’m being
naughty or nice…
lucas
Follow me into the sea my dear. Like a couple of clams we’ll create precious things and be twice as happy together. Before being torn open by the greedy hand of man and robbed of rich mother pearl. Stripped down to an unnatural state, the lining scraped away from our milky white interior and formed into another tasteless piece of jewellery. A gift that now traces circles around the closed throat...
In an awkward attempt to clear the air, I have not touched a drink with a deliciously bitter taste and a razors edge since last years most welcome end. Nor will I even add an extra drop of sweetness to my tea. Well perhaps a lovin’ spoonful of honey if I’m feeling particularly adventurous. Yes that’s me, quite the wild card these days! I have no delusions towards the impermanence of my new found...