You huff and you puff
Till you’re stuck on the ruff
Then tripped on a tuff
You blag and you bluff
Selling blow to a blow worm’s..
Got to be tough
Blow away your money
Blow to get money
Sucking on corporate honey
Give it ago try to be funny
Put blow up your nose
Till you think you‘re Al Murray
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Blow - Beau
I guess you had problems, but everyone does
Petty issues are no reason to withhold one's love
Looking back at the past, thinking of what once was
Gets me a little teary eyed because
Just like me, your hair was white as snow
The same colour as the shit that did you in: blow
Today is Fathers Day, and I want you to know
That I'll always love you, Dad. Sincerely, Beau
Petty issues are no reason to withhold one's love
Looking back at the past, thinking of what once was
Gets me a little teary eyed because
Just like me, your hair was white as snow
The same colour as the shit that did you in: blow
Today is Fathers Day, and I want you to know
That I'll always love you, Dad. Sincerely, Beau
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Music - Jow Bates
Want for new sound,
Press play,
Broken tapes screamed abstract noise into the ether.
It's not listening.
isthissupposedtobewhatitwasiwaslookingfor?
somethingaboutthisdoesn'tfeelright,
it'snotreallymusicisit?
takeawayfromthelifeofbeingabrokenfragmentofwhatcouldhavebeenstuckinsideyourmovement
Unto audible light we stretch out mind and being
Stand between our dulcet tones
Another soul on spectral hearth
Together we are sound.
Music - Rowan James
I was sitting on my boat, it was grey but not cold, in the time of the year when spring, winter and the start of summer collide. The river was gently rocking. Rain was hi -hatting on the fibre glass roof and an occasional surge of tide caused a bass drum thud as the hull singularly beat on the river.
The gentle jingle jangling orchestra of boats rigging created a back ground whirl to natures beat.
I decided to brave the weather which was cold and drizzle icey but had a calming ferocious soundtrack as its effects moved various objects. A milk carton floated up the river and the drops contrasting on it plastic skin could be detected back dropped by those that plopped onto the river surface.
The wind was howling solo until a husky sweet melody rose from the depths of the murky Orwell.
Coloured bubbles popped the surface, as each one emerged and disappeared, sounds of a majestic variation were creating dark nautical break beats.
Now standing on the roof of the boat I looked down to see a chestnut nut glow of flesh, a glimmer of gold chain around a slim neck, and goggles on a head of braided black sea weed wrapped braids . She was swimming in a body popping sway. Loosing myself in the music I started free styling over directing my rhythmical message out past the edge of the boat. With each syllable I expelled into the night sky i could feel the words forming in the atmosphere darting down towards the dull glimmer of streetlights reflected on the surface.
As my words hit the water they formed into two tone black white spheres colliding with the colourful bubbles coming from the mouth of the mysterious creature.
The gentle jingle jangling orchestra of boats rigging created a back ground whirl to natures beat.
I decided to brave the weather which was cold and drizzle icey but had a calming ferocious soundtrack as its effects moved various objects. A milk carton floated up the river and the drops contrasting on it plastic skin could be detected back dropped by those that plopped onto the river surface.
The wind was howling solo until a husky sweet melody rose from the depths of the murky Orwell.
Coloured bubbles popped the surface, as each one emerged and disappeared, sounds of a majestic variation were creating dark nautical break beats.
Now standing on the roof of the boat I looked down to see a chestnut nut glow of flesh, a glimmer of gold chain around a slim neck, and goggles on a head of braided black sea weed wrapped braids . She was swimming in a body popping sway. Loosing myself in the music I started free styling over directing my rhythmical message out past the edge of the boat. With each syllable I expelled into the night sky i could feel the words forming in the atmosphere darting down towards the dull glimmer of streetlights reflected on the surface.
As my words hit the water they formed into two tone black white spheres colliding with the colourful bubbles coming from the mouth of the mysterious creature.
Music - Borealis
We spill out to the forest nights
and fall against your dusted bars
pack our glasses with star-shaped cubes
and empty out the candled jars
and fall against your dusted bars
pack our glasses with star-shaped cubes
and empty out the candled jars
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Orange - Butters
The reveal of the flesh peels in time
As the white tangs a bitter prevalence.
Passing a moment with nail stabbed indulgence,
The sweet relish of the beginning.
As the white tangs a bitter prevalence.
Passing a moment with nail stabbed indulgence,
The sweet relish of the beginning.
Orange - Fargo
SUSIE OPENS HER FRONT DOOR, SHE LOOKS DOWN TO SEE AN ORANGE FRUIT PLACED DIRECTLY IN THE CENTRE OF HER DOOR MAT. SLIGHTLY PUZZLED SHE PICKS UP THE ORANGE WALK BACK INDOORS AND CLOSES THE DOOR BEHIND HER. SHE WALKS INTO THE KITCHEN AND SITS DOWN AT THE DINING TABLE AND PLACES THE ORANGE IN FRONT OF HER, SHE WEARS A PERPLEXED EXPRESSION.
SUSIE IS ABOUT TO PEEL THE SKIN OF THIS ORANGE AND JUST AS SHE BEGINS TO DO SO THE PHONE RINGS, INSTANTLY SHE ANSWERS.
Susie: Hello?
Voice: I wouldn’t do that if I were you.
Susie: (Frightened voice) Do what?
Voice: Peel the orange.
Susie: What, why?
Voice: It would kill you. And we wouldn’t want that.
Susie: What? Why would it kill me?
Voice: That there in front of you is no normal orange. In fact I can safely say it hardly performs any of the functions you would expect from an orange that you would buy down the local supermarket. It wouldn’t provide you with taste or juice, it would kill you, and that is all you need to know. For now.
Susie: (Concern growing) Who are you and what is this all about? Who put it there?
Voice: My name is The Sunshine, and it was I who put it there. I’m going to need to come in and sit down, is this going to be a problem, if so I will come in anyway but won’t be as pleasant company, so I should oblige if I were you.
Susie: (Tears growing in her eyes) What do you want with me, are you going to kill me?
Sunshine: If I wanted to kill you I would of done it already as I’m at your front door, and it wouldn’t take me a second. So out of politeness will you let me in, I can assure you your in safe hands.
HE HANGS UP THE PHONE. SUISE THEN FRIGHTENED OUT OF SKIN, AND SHAKING SLOWLY WALKS OVER TO THE FRONT DOOR, SHE SLOWLY OPENS IT WHERE SHE FINDS A MAN IN A LONG COAT AND A HAT, SMOKING A PIPE. HE SLOWLY WALKS IN AND CLOSES THE DOOR, SHE WALKS BACK TO THE KITCHEN TABLE AND SITS DOWN IN FRONT OF THE ORANGE, HE SITS OPPOSITE.
Sunshine: Now that wasn’t too hard was it?
Susie: What is this orange? And why are you here?
Sunshine: I’m here because you were chosen Susie, by The People Of The Sun, and we are here to show you the path you must go down. We have been looking over you for a while, these oranges grown from a farm on the planet at the other end of the universe, and we use them to watch over the Chosen ones, which there are only few. We make sure you go down the path set for you, until its time for your new beginning, but unfortunately due to an administration error you missed a certain path that was going to set you on your way to our planet, in a bid to rid the universe of the great evil that is plaguing it even as we speak, so I have had to intervene. You are special Susie, and I know this may be a lot to take in but it wasn’t supposed to happen like this. For that I can only apologise, and if you wish to make a complaint, I have some forms to fill in and we can sort out some compensation. But that may have to wait.
Susie: Is this for real Sunshine?
Sunshine: Yes I’m afraid so, you have always been important, did you think it was really circumstance that led you to be a women in your 20’s living on your own with no job. No that was us.
Susie: Oh thanks!
Sunshine: We needed you to do these things, be in this position so the transition wouldn’t be as difficult for you to cope with. You have no life here, but with what you capable of on our planet, the rulers of the universe, is so much more, you can live a longer life achieve things you could never achieve, travel through space and time.
Susie: This is all too much.
Sunshine: Come with me and I can show you.
Susie: How do you get here? How are we getting there?
Sunshine: (Picks up the orange) With this Susie, it’s a tracking device that teleports us to our main ship. Which is parked in Cornwall.
Susie: Cornwall?
Sunshine: Yes we needed room, it’s a rather larger orange spaceship!
Susie: I can’t just leave.
Sunshine: We control the universe, you can, we just like to ask permission before we make things happen, we are people persons!
Susie: Your going to need to prove it first.
SUNSHINE GRABS HER HAND AND HE THEN TOUCHES THE ORANGE AND THEN WITHIN SECONDS OF WHAT FELT LIKE DRAMATIC MOTION SICKNESS, THEY APPEAR IN CORNWALL, NEXT TO A VERY BIG ORANGE.
Sunshine: How’s that for proof?
Susie: (Amazed) Ok, I’m having a rather strange Wednesday. (Pause) Ha orange Wednesdays.
Sunshine: Come Susie, join me in my orange.
SUSIE IS ABOUT TO PEEL THE SKIN OF THIS ORANGE AND JUST AS SHE BEGINS TO DO SO THE PHONE RINGS, INSTANTLY SHE ANSWERS.
Susie: Hello?
Voice: I wouldn’t do that if I were you.
Susie: (Frightened voice) Do what?
Voice: Peel the orange.
Susie: What, why?
Voice: It would kill you. And we wouldn’t want that.
Susie: What? Why would it kill me?
Voice: That there in front of you is no normal orange. In fact I can safely say it hardly performs any of the functions you would expect from an orange that you would buy down the local supermarket. It wouldn’t provide you with taste or juice, it would kill you, and that is all you need to know. For now.
Susie: (Concern growing) Who are you and what is this all about? Who put it there?
Voice: My name is The Sunshine, and it was I who put it there. I’m going to need to come in and sit down, is this going to be a problem, if so I will come in anyway but won’t be as pleasant company, so I should oblige if I were you.
Susie: (Tears growing in her eyes) What do you want with me, are you going to kill me?
Sunshine: If I wanted to kill you I would of done it already as I’m at your front door, and it wouldn’t take me a second. So out of politeness will you let me in, I can assure you your in safe hands.
HE HANGS UP THE PHONE. SUISE THEN FRIGHTENED OUT OF SKIN, AND SHAKING SLOWLY WALKS OVER TO THE FRONT DOOR, SHE SLOWLY OPENS IT WHERE SHE FINDS A MAN IN A LONG COAT AND A HAT, SMOKING A PIPE. HE SLOWLY WALKS IN AND CLOSES THE DOOR, SHE WALKS BACK TO THE KITCHEN TABLE AND SITS DOWN IN FRONT OF THE ORANGE, HE SITS OPPOSITE.
Sunshine: Now that wasn’t too hard was it?
Susie: What is this orange? And why are you here?
Sunshine: I’m here because you were chosen Susie, by The People Of The Sun, and we are here to show you the path you must go down. We have been looking over you for a while, these oranges grown from a farm on the planet at the other end of the universe, and we use them to watch over the Chosen ones, which there are only few. We make sure you go down the path set for you, until its time for your new beginning, but unfortunately due to an administration error you missed a certain path that was going to set you on your way to our planet, in a bid to rid the universe of the great evil that is plaguing it even as we speak, so I have had to intervene. You are special Susie, and I know this may be a lot to take in but it wasn’t supposed to happen like this. For that I can only apologise, and if you wish to make a complaint, I have some forms to fill in and we can sort out some compensation. But that may have to wait.
Susie: Is this for real Sunshine?
Sunshine: Yes I’m afraid so, you have always been important, did you think it was really circumstance that led you to be a women in your 20’s living on your own with no job. No that was us.
Susie: Oh thanks!
Sunshine: We needed you to do these things, be in this position so the transition wouldn’t be as difficult for you to cope with. You have no life here, but with what you capable of on our planet, the rulers of the universe, is so much more, you can live a longer life achieve things you could never achieve, travel through space and time.
Susie: This is all too much.
Sunshine: Come with me and I can show you.
Susie: How do you get here? How are we getting there?
Sunshine: (Picks up the orange) With this Susie, it’s a tracking device that teleports us to our main ship. Which is parked in Cornwall.
Susie: Cornwall?
Sunshine: Yes we needed room, it’s a rather larger orange spaceship!
Susie: I can’t just leave.
Sunshine: We control the universe, you can, we just like to ask permission before we make things happen, we are people persons!
Susie: Your going to need to prove it first.
SUNSHINE GRABS HER HAND AND HE THEN TOUCHES THE ORANGE AND THEN WITHIN SECONDS OF WHAT FELT LIKE DRAMATIC MOTION SICKNESS, THEY APPEAR IN CORNWALL, NEXT TO A VERY BIG ORANGE.
Sunshine: How’s that for proof?
Susie: (Amazed) Ok, I’m having a rather strange Wednesday. (Pause) Ha orange Wednesdays.
Sunshine: Come Susie, join me in my orange.
Orange - CammyWhite
Orange! Why where his hands painted orange?! He had to admit this wasn't what he'd been expecting to wake up to. He stumbled into the kitchen and flicked the kettle on, closed his eyes and leaned his forehead on the fridge until he heard the water boil. Without even opening his eyes he reached for a cup, some instant coffee and the sugar. After the first sip he felt it was about time he should probably see what state the rest of the place was in. With coffee in one hand he stumbled back down the narrow corridor to the livingroom. Slowly he started recalling the previous evenings antics. There'd been a lot of beer, and far too much whiskey, then there was the club and a few too many trips to the bathroom to partake in various other party supplies. And then him and a few friends had come back to continue the party. But thats where it all got a bit fuzzy, it had been a pretty crazy week, catching up with old friends whilst flat sitting for his brother after being out of town for far too long. Slowly he pushed the living room door open and afound himself being looked at by loads of eyes, not the eyes of the people in the room, they were all passed out on the 2 sofas but huges orange eyes drawn all over the walls. Slowly he lifted his hands as if there was some doubt that the paint no there would match the paint on the walls and it was at just that moment when he heard a key turning in the front door and the giggle of his brothers new wife as they arrived home from their honeymoon..
Orange - Jow Bates
White light seeped in through the tryptic frame of their window.
Wheeling his suitcase through the dust covered floorboards of the unused Spanish villa.
Upon arriving...
She swayed drunkenly in front of the of the large, rich canvas beaming out from the centre of the gallery. It was her first exhibition and she had been nervous, her boyfriend offered to console her, but she had opted for two bottles of the fifty she had paid for in preparation for her private view. The wine in her glass sloshed wildly with her erratic gesticulation as she explained her piece to the bemused crowd she was gathering.
"Art isn't hard." she slurred.
"It's flamboyantly trying to make something look nice, then explaining why it doesn't. When the paint doesn't sit right you just smear it, declaring it an act of expression, you'll end up with a distinct style whatever you do, whoever you copy. People tend to see what they want to see, such is the disingenuous narcissism of your target audience. Capturing the light just right. Proving your talent with a series of hastily thrown together sketches that display an eye for movement. Leaving unfinished work open to interpretation, declarative of the expected connotation, involving the audience, bringing them closer to misunderstanding the substantial nothing you've sold them. Less is more, ideas are substance, art is everything and people are fucking idiots. Another orange smear on the canvas, another work of art." Her vision blurred and she stumbled.
"You're only wasting your own time."
The Moscow Metro is the second busiest subway system in the world, averaging 6.6 million passengers every day.
Kaluzhsko-Rizhskaya Line
Roman stood uncomfortably.
Rain swept the copper coloured rust from the shed's ailing roof and down onto his collar.
Enough is writing, explorative.
Simplicity is hard.
Coming up with something. Anything?
Astonishing.
Orange - Philip Farmer Banham
orange?? really?? i have a zipper jacket thats orange. more orange that orange skittles. ive not tried eating it, but it probably tastes better han orange skittles. back to the cup of tea by the window, then more secret of mana. win.
Sunday, May 29, 2011
Whiskey - Jow Bates
"I fucking love whiskey."
Too many words sprang to mind, I left, lopsided and broken from the table. My hands were sticky from spilt drink and my head span with whiskey. I couldn't focus as I stumbled down the corridor, bouncing between the walls and displacing the pictures hanging there. I made my way to the front door animatronically, not thinking, just moving. I fell through the frame as the door swung to the apex of it's hinges before snapping back on itself to seal me outside. Cold began to seep in to my clothes and I coughed sickly, expelling stale smoke from my lungs. I picked myself up to get moving, clasping the arms of my coat, pulling myself in to ward off cold, the stars swam above me dizzyingly, constalations erupting into motion picture. I could taste old whiskey in the back of my mouth and found time between my broken stumbling from street lamp to roadsign to stop and heave its taste from my throat.
"I fucking hate whiskey."
Too many words sprang to mind, I left, lopsided and broken from the table. My hands were sticky from spilt drink and my head span with whiskey. I couldn't focus as I stumbled down the corridor, bouncing between the walls and displacing the pictures hanging there. I made my way to the front door animatronically, not thinking, just moving. I fell through the frame as the door swung to the apex of it's hinges before snapping back on itself to seal me outside. Cold began to seep in to my clothes and I coughed sickly, expelling stale smoke from my lungs. I picked myself up to get moving, clasping the arms of my coat, pulling myself in to ward off cold, the stars swam above me dizzyingly, constalations erupting into motion picture. I could taste old whiskey in the back of my mouth and found time between my broken stumbling from street lamp to roadsign to stop and heave its taste from my throat.
"I fucking hate whiskey."
Whiskey - Beau
When babies get frisky
Dip a dummy in whiskey
If a girl gets bitchy
Buy her drinks 'till she's tipsy
If you chug from a cask
You might fall on your ass
If you swallow some bourbon
Your car might be swervin'
If you drink too much Grouse
You might lose your house
Drink enough J.D.
And you'll never see 80
But if there's one thing I know, It's how to have fun
And I'll have no regrets on the day that I'm gone
Friends and family will cry, and probably miss me
But I went out with a bang, having fun drinking whiskey
Dip a dummy in whiskey
If a girl gets bitchy
Buy her drinks 'till she's tipsy
If you chug from a cask
You might fall on your ass
If you swallow some bourbon
Your car might be swervin'
If you drink too much Grouse
You might lose your house
Drink enough J.D.
And you'll never see 80
But if there's one thing I know, It's how to have fun
And I'll have no regrets on the day that I'm gone
Friends and family will cry, and probably miss me
But I went out with a bang, having fun drinking whiskey
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Late - Pumpkin Sheepshanks
Rushing so much it was a struggle to stay on his feet, Steve made it to the venue with 5 minutes to spare. He registered, and got told to wait until he was called as the promoters were waiting for more people and performers to arrive. Halfway through his cigarette he was called from outside and said he was on. He thought it odd that there were no other smokers, comedians normally chainsmoke before going on but he hadn't seen anyone. It was strangely quiet as he went to the stage wing. The promoter was now the Stage manager, and counted down with his hands and signalled for Steve to take the stage.
Walking out to the house brights turned to maximum Steve heard a solitary clap. Tough crowd.
"Hi, Hello, Well" Said steve, trying to get a feel for the room as his vision failed with the intense spotlight. He continued "How are we tonight?" Nothing. not a motion. or a whisper. "Guess you all must be tired from a long days work." This was a personal joke, this was a non descript town in north England, Steve was sure none of them worked. "I lost my job... I know where I left it... In the past... they told me my timekeeping is atrocious, I said 'I know, I keep giving it all to you..." Nothing. What happened to the solitary clap guy? With his vision returning he made out a row of empty chairs, empty space, and a cleaner in the background.
"What the..." Steve couldn't even finish his sentance.
"Open mic night was last night bruv, but thanks for mildly entertaining me and the cleaner" said the promoter.
"You not funny" shouted the cleaner from afar.
Walking out to the house brights turned to maximum Steve heard a solitary clap. Tough crowd.
"Hi, Hello, Well" Said steve, trying to get a feel for the room as his vision failed with the intense spotlight. He continued "How are we tonight?" Nothing. not a motion. or a whisper. "Guess you all must be tired from a long days work." This was a personal joke, this was a non descript town in north England, Steve was sure none of them worked. "I lost my job... I know where I left it... In the past... they told me my timekeeping is atrocious, I said 'I know, I keep giving it all to you..." Nothing. What happened to the solitary clap guy? With his vision returning he made out a row of empty chairs, empty space, and a cleaner in the background.
"What the..." Steve couldn't even finish his sentance.
"Open mic night was last night bruv, but thanks for mildly entertaining me and the cleaner" said the promoter.
"You not funny" shouted the cleaner from afar.
Late - Jow Bates
21:42
He should have been here a while ago now. Passing traffic blurred into constant streams of red and yellow light, partially luminating the otherwise dark street. The sky had been threatening to rain all night and though still dry, the evening had a weighted feel about it, teetering on the edge of the climactic, truth be told it was a little disconcerting.
As minutes faded through hours into an indefinite span of waiting Jono stood, back resting against the dirtied wall of the long closed video shop, checking his mobile for nothing in particular.
!WHEREAREYOUMATE::
Jono fell back into the wall losing all grip on his physical presence, matter embracing his being.
?!WHERETHEFUCK%!
He fell apart, exploding into disassembly like a party popper of bosonic streamers.
:21:21:21:
42becauseitwasntsupposedtobethiseasyyouwerenttheretostopmefallingthroughmeaningimstucknowwaitingforyouwaitingformebetweentimeicanfeeltheglitterofunambiguousquarksfillingtheether
21:56
I'LLBETHEREINAMINUTE?
Jono checked through the messages on his phone, looking for a sign that he was in the right place.
22:06
Late - Beau
I went on the Jeremy Kyle show
My baby mama showed up
She used more diplomacy than I did
So I was told to "Grow up."
But hold up;
I take precautionary measures with this stuff
I play rough,
But I always caught my jizz in a latex cup
I had my doubts
When she told me she was "late"
I was justified in my allegations because of text messages from my mates
So I came onto the stage and seperated the chairs
Never would have happened if I'd pushed her down the stairs
My baby mama showed up
She used more diplomacy than I did
So I was told to "Grow up."
But hold up;
I take precautionary measures with this stuff
I play rough,
But I always caught my jizz in a latex cup
I had my doubts
When she told me she was "late"
I was justified in my allegations because of text messages from my mates
So I came onto the stage and seperated the chairs
Never would have happened if I'd pushed her down the stairs
Late - Tom Swarman
why are you alway late, i have been waiting here since 9, you left me here in the ouring rain with no coat, why did you call me to say you were on the drag i ould have gone else where but no!!!!
why dont you get your self a watch that works or set the time on your phone for fucksake,
so what are we gonna do its to late to hitup the cinema and they have already called last orders in the pub
what, no i dont wanna go to yours,
its to lae for that
look why are we still up its to late i need some sleep
Monday, May 2, 2011
The Call - D'oh
*RING* *RING* *RING* *RING*
Samantha: “Hello?” a small voice answers
John: “Why hello there, who might you be?” Says the man
Samantha: “Samantha”
John: “Hello Samantha, can I call you Sam?”
Samantha: “Ok, that’s what everyone calls me anyway”
John: “You have a very pretty name Sam. My name is John”
Samantha: “Do you want to talk to my mummy?”
John: “I’d much rather talk to you Sam”
Samantha: “err..ok”
John: “How old are you Sam?”
Samantha: “10 and a half”
John: “Wow, 10 and a half. Do you go to school?”
Samantha: “I do”
John: “What’s your favourite thing about school?”
Samantha: “I like the playground, it’s a lot of fun”
John: “Oh, I bet it is, what’s your favourite thing to play on in the playground?”
Samantha: “I like the swings, but only when my friend Jessie pushes me”
John: “I like the swing too. I have one in my backyard, and I’m really great at pushing people on the swing”
Samantha: “I wish I had one in my backyard”
Samantha’s mother: <calls out from another room> “Sam, who’s on the phone hunny?”
Samantha: “Mum is calling for me, do you want to talk to her?”
John: “No sweetie, I want to talk to you. Tell her no one’s on the phone and that you’re going to your room to play”
Samantha: “Uuum… I don’t know”
John: “Oh go on, it’ll be fun. We can talk about all sorts of stuff”
Samantha: “Well…ok” <Samantha calls out to her mother> “No one’s on the phone ma, I’m going to my room to play”
John: “Atta girl”
Samantha: “So, who are you?”
John: “Well, my name is John. I work for a company that advertises in magazines, and I’m looking for some young models to be in our next big issue”
Samantha: “So why have you called here?”
John: “Well, as my new best friend, I think you’d be perfect for it”
Samantha: <laughs> “I’m not a model, I’m not even pretty”
John: “But you sound very pretty to me, I bet you are. Can you describe yourself to me Sam?”
Samantha: “Umm… I don’t know. I’m not very tall”
John: “At 10 and a half years old, I don’t expect you to be very tall”
Samantha: “I have brown eyes, short brown hair”
John: “You sound perfect! Just what we’re looking for”
Samantha: “Really?”
John: “Uh huh”
Samantha: “I think I better ask my mum”
John: “No, don’t do that. Let’s just keep this between us”
Samantha: “How come?”
John: “Your mum miight not let you do this, and I really want you to do this…
Don’t you want to do this?”
Samantha: “I guess”
John: “Now Sam, tell me what kind of clothes do you like wearing, you know, just so we know what kind of clothes will suit you during the photoshoot”
Samantha: “Umm, I dunno. I usually just wear t-shirts and jeans. Mum makes me wear dresses when we go somewhere nice, but I hate it”
John: “haha… that’s quite alright, we won’t make you wear dresses. So, umm… what do you prefer to wear under your clothes?”
Samantha: “Excuse me?”
John: <His tone of voice changes> “What kind of underwear do you like wearing Samantha?”
Samantha: “Umm.. I dunno mister. I don’t think I want to be modeling underwear”
John: “We just need to know so that we can fit you into something you’re comfortable wearing, that’s all. Do you like lacey ones?”
Samantha: “Uuuum.. I’m not sure”
John: “What are you wearing right now?”
Samantha: “I dunno. Are you sure you need to know all this?”
John: “Yes yes, it’s very important”
Samantha: “If you want me to be comfortable, can’t I just wear my own underwear?”
John: “I guess you could”
Samantha: “Eeeerm, mister?”
John: “Yes dear?”
Samantha: “If mum can’t know about this? Than how am I going to be your model?”
John: “Well, I can always come to you, maybe pick you up from somewhere?”
Samantha: “You can do that?”
John: “Sure I can”
Samantha: “Mum is letting me stay over at Jessie’s house over the weekend, can you come over there?”
John: “Well, doesn’t that work out just dandy, maybe your friend Jessie might like to join in on the fun too?”
Samantha: “She might like that alot, she does like to dress up. Will it take very long?”
John: “No more than an hour or so, I’ll have you back in no time. Just let me know where I can pick you up from”
Samantha: “My friend Jessie lives on Prospect Lane, in Surrey Hills, on the corner. I’m not sure of the number, but their house has a red door”
John: “Very good, I will wait there for you kids in my car at say, noon? tomorrow?”
Samantha: “Sure mister”
John: “Great! I cannot wait to meet you in person. Oh and Sam, remember, not a word to anyone about this”
Samantha: “Ok mister, see you soon” <Sam hangs up the phone and pauses for a moment before yelling out at the top of her lungs> “MUUUUUUUUUUUM!!!”
Samantha: “Hello?” a small voice answers
John: “Why hello there, who might you be?” Says the man
Samantha: “Samantha”
John: “Hello Samantha, can I call you Sam?”
Samantha: “Ok, that’s what everyone calls me anyway”
John: “You have a very pretty name Sam. My name is John”
Samantha: “Do you want to talk to my mummy?”
John: “I’d much rather talk to you Sam”
Samantha: “err..ok”
John: “How old are you Sam?”
Samantha: “10 and a half”
John: “Wow, 10 and a half. Do you go to school?”
Samantha: “I do”
John: “What’s your favourite thing about school?”
Samantha: “I like the playground, it’s a lot of fun”
John: “Oh, I bet it is, what’s your favourite thing to play on in the playground?”
Samantha: “I like the swings, but only when my friend Jessie pushes me”
John: “I like the swing too. I have one in my backyard, and I’m really great at pushing people on the swing”
Samantha: “I wish I had one in my backyard”
Samantha’s mother: <calls out from another room> “Sam, who’s on the phone hunny?”
Samantha: “Mum is calling for me, do you want to talk to her?”
John: “No sweetie, I want to talk to you. Tell her no one’s on the phone and that you’re going to your room to play”
Samantha: “Uuum… I don’t know”
John: “Oh go on, it’ll be fun. We can talk about all sorts of stuff”
Samantha: “Well…ok” <Samantha calls out to her mother> “No one’s on the phone ma, I’m going to my room to play”
John: “Atta girl”
Samantha: “So, who are you?”
John: “Well, my name is John. I work for a company that advertises in magazines, and I’m looking for some young models to be in our next big issue”
Samantha: “So why have you called here?”
John: “Well, as my new best friend, I think you’d be perfect for it”
Samantha: <laughs> “I’m not a model, I’m not even pretty”
John: “But you sound very pretty to me, I bet you are. Can you describe yourself to me Sam?”
Samantha: “Umm… I don’t know. I’m not very tall”
John: “At 10 and a half years old, I don’t expect you to be very tall”
Samantha: “I have brown eyes, short brown hair”
John: “You sound perfect! Just what we’re looking for”
Samantha: “Really?”
John: “Uh huh”
Samantha: “I think I better ask my mum”
John: “No, don’t do that. Let’s just keep this between us”
Samantha: “How come?”
John: “Your mum miight not let you do this, and I really want you to do this…
Don’t you want to do this?”
Samantha: “I guess”
John: “Now Sam, tell me what kind of clothes do you like wearing, you know, just so we know what kind of clothes will suit you during the photoshoot”
Samantha: “Umm, I dunno. I usually just wear t-shirts and jeans. Mum makes me wear dresses when we go somewhere nice, but I hate it”
John: “haha… that’s quite alright, we won’t make you wear dresses. So, umm… what do you prefer to wear under your clothes?”
Samantha: “Excuse me?”
John: <His tone of voice changes> “What kind of underwear do you like wearing Samantha?”
Samantha: “Umm.. I dunno mister. I don’t think I want to be modeling underwear”
John: “We just need to know so that we can fit you into something you’re comfortable wearing, that’s all. Do you like lacey ones?”
Samantha: “Uuuum.. I’m not sure”
John: “What are you wearing right now?”
Samantha: “I dunno. Are you sure you need to know all this?”
John: “Yes yes, it’s very important”
Samantha: “If you want me to be comfortable, can’t I just wear my own underwear?”
John: “I guess you could”
Samantha: “Eeeerm, mister?”
John: “Yes dear?”
Samantha: “If mum can’t know about this? Than how am I going to be your model?”
John: “Well, I can always come to you, maybe pick you up from somewhere?”
Samantha: “You can do that?”
John: “Sure I can”
Samantha: “Mum is letting me stay over at Jessie’s house over the weekend, can you come over there?”
John: “Well, doesn’t that work out just dandy, maybe your friend Jessie might like to join in on the fun too?”
Samantha: “She might like that alot, she does like to dress up. Will it take very long?”
John: “No more than an hour or so, I’ll have you back in no time. Just let me know where I can pick you up from”
Samantha: “My friend Jessie lives on Prospect Lane, in Surrey Hills, on the corner. I’m not sure of the number, but their house has a red door”
John: “Very good, I will wait there for you kids in my car at say, noon? tomorrow?”
Samantha: “Sure mister”
John: “Great! I cannot wait to meet you in person. Oh and Sam, remember, not a word to anyone about this”
Samantha: “Ok mister, see you soon” <Sam hangs up the phone and pauses for a moment before yelling out at the top of her lungs> “MUUUUUUUUUUUM!!!”
The Call - Jow Bates
Painting himself onto the canvas of his desk, he waited.
The abstract portrait comprised itself of crimson circles,
As his wine glass fell to lay once again.
Smokey, film noir ambiance, unwittingly deliberated scenes,
"It's all art isn't it?"
Another long night in the studio, iTunes shuffled unwanted nostalgia around James' mind while he 'painted' mood unto the room. He stared openly at his mobile phone.
"Come one."
James was slumped against the table, his arm barely supporting his head.
"Come the fuck on."
The haphazard flick of his cigarette caused ash to wantonly erupt over James' keyboard.
James was slumped against the table, his arm barely supporting his head.
"Come the fuck on."
The haphazard flick of his cigarette caused ash to wantonly erupt over James' keyboard.
"Fucking ring."
Jow, give up mate.
The Call - Fargo
A PHONE RINGS IN THE BACKROUND, ALICE PICKS UP THE PHONE.
Alice: Hello….?
ALICE CAN ONLY HEAR BREATHING. A BRIEF CONCERN ARRIVES ON ALICES FACE AS THE BREATHING SOUND CONTINUES. AFTER A FEW SECOND WHICH FEELS LIKE MINUTES TO ALICE THE BREATHING STOPS;
Alice: Hello, is anybody there?
PAUSE , THEN A BREATH.
Voice: This is Alice?
Alice: Yes, who’s this?
Voice: A friend…
Alice: Hank, is this you?
Voice: No, its not Hank, now I’m going to need you to listen and not ask any questions and do exactly what I say. Now is that something you think you can do for me?
Alice: What, I mean who is this?
Voice: I need you to do exactly as I say, don’t ask any questions.
Alice: Well no, if your not gonna tell me who you are then no I won’t do anything. And how do you know me, and know my number?
Voice: That’s classified.
Alice: That’s what they all say!
Voice: Listen it’s of the up most importance that you listen to me, there is not much time, please just hear what I have to say.
Alice: This is worrying me now, who are you and what do you want?
Voice: I’m someone who needs you, and I need you to trust me and to listen to me, you don’t know me yet, but I have known you for years, I’m from your future and if you don’t do exactly what I say then it going to happen and it’s not going to be good.
Alice: What going to happen?
Voice: I can’t tell you that, it would jeopardise what’s got to happen in order to stop what cannot happen!
Alice: This is not making any sense your crazy.
Voice: That’s what you always say, and yes I am, but crazy in a magnificent beautiful way, you also say that!
Alice: Jesus, I’m calling the police!
Voice: NO!!!! Listen Alice, I know you were born on May 6th 1988, and your dream was to become a writer, something you had never told anyone, until you met me, and your first love was a guy called Seb, and you never had the balls to tell him or anyone else for that matter.
Alice: How the hell do you that?
Voice: Because you told me, the one person you trust, the one person you have only ever trusted since your first breath until the one you breathe now.
Alice: This is too much.
Voice: Look, I know but you have to listen to me, everything that has ever mattered in you life, my life and every life that has ever been. It all lands on you, and only you can save us from what about to happen.
Alice: What is bout to happen?
Voice: Go to your front door, someone is standing outside right now.
ALICE LOOKS ANXIOUS, SHE SLOWLY LAYS THE PHONE ON ITS SIDE AND WALKS OVER TO HER FRONT DOOR, FROM THE GLARE OF A STREET LIGHT SHE CAN SHE THE SILHOUETTE OF SOME KIND OF LIVING BEING SHE SLOWLY OPENS THE DOOR, A MAN IN A DENIM SHORT SKIRT AND A SHIRT AND TIE STAND IN FRONT OF HER, ALICE LOOKS VERY WEARY, SCARED AND CONFUSED.
Man: This is not what it looks like.
Alice: I’m not sure what this looks like!
Man: Take this. (He hands her an envelope) The envelope holds all the information you need, apart from why I’m wearing a dress.
Alice: (Looking confused) OK then, what’s in the envelope?
Man: Go back to the phone, speak to him, and all will be revealed.
TO BE CONTINUED.
Alice: Hello….?
ALICE CAN ONLY HEAR BREATHING. A BRIEF CONCERN ARRIVES ON ALICES FACE AS THE BREATHING SOUND CONTINUES. AFTER A FEW SECOND WHICH FEELS LIKE MINUTES TO ALICE THE BREATHING STOPS;
Alice: Hello, is anybody there?
PAUSE , THEN A BREATH.
Voice: This is Alice?
Alice: Yes, who’s this?
Voice: A friend…
Alice: Hank, is this you?
Voice: No, its not Hank, now I’m going to need you to listen and not ask any questions and do exactly what I say. Now is that something you think you can do for me?
Alice: What, I mean who is this?
Voice: I need you to do exactly as I say, don’t ask any questions.
Alice: Well no, if your not gonna tell me who you are then no I won’t do anything. And how do you know me, and know my number?
Voice: That’s classified.
Alice: That’s what they all say!
Voice: Listen it’s of the up most importance that you listen to me, there is not much time, please just hear what I have to say.
Alice: This is worrying me now, who are you and what do you want?
Voice: I’m someone who needs you, and I need you to trust me and to listen to me, you don’t know me yet, but I have known you for years, I’m from your future and if you don’t do exactly what I say then it going to happen and it’s not going to be good.
Alice: What going to happen?
Voice: I can’t tell you that, it would jeopardise what’s got to happen in order to stop what cannot happen!
Alice: This is not making any sense your crazy.
Voice: That’s what you always say, and yes I am, but crazy in a magnificent beautiful way, you also say that!
Alice: Jesus, I’m calling the police!
Voice: NO!!!! Listen Alice, I know you were born on May 6th 1988, and your dream was to become a writer, something you had never told anyone, until you met me, and your first love was a guy called Seb, and you never had the balls to tell him or anyone else for that matter.
Alice: How the hell do you that?
Voice: Because you told me, the one person you trust, the one person you have only ever trusted since your first breath until the one you breathe now.
Alice: This is too much.
Voice: Look, I know but you have to listen to me, everything that has ever mattered in you life, my life and every life that has ever been. It all lands on you, and only you can save us from what about to happen.
Alice: What is bout to happen?
Voice: Go to your front door, someone is standing outside right now.
ALICE LOOKS ANXIOUS, SHE SLOWLY LAYS THE PHONE ON ITS SIDE AND WALKS OVER TO HER FRONT DOOR, FROM THE GLARE OF A STREET LIGHT SHE CAN SHE THE SILHOUETTE OF SOME KIND OF LIVING BEING SHE SLOWLY OPENS THE DOOR, A MAN IN A DENIM SHORT SKIRT AND A SHIRT AND TIE STAND IN FRONT OF HER, ALICE LOOKS VERY WEARY, SCARED AND CONFUSED.
Man: This is not what it looks like.
Alice: I’m not sure what this looks like!
Man: Take this. (He hands her an envelope) The envelope holds all the information you need, apart from why I’m wearing a dress.
Alice: (Looking confused) OK then, what’s in the envelope?
Man: Go back to the phone, speak to him, and all will be revealed.
TO BE CONTINUED.
The Call - Butters
"Hello?" The desperation in her voice was evident, but he wouldn’t hear it.
"Hi it's me what's up baby? I'm sorry, listen, I'm gonna be late tonight so don't stay up and wait for me, okay?" He sounded breathless and tired, but Anna knew he wouldn’t grow weary.
"Where are you?" She was pissed off, now.
"Wait wait say that again?" He’s trying.
"Hello?" Exasperated.
"You're coming in and out I think my battery must be low. Listen if you
can hear me we're going to a place nearby, alright? Gotta go." She couldn’t stop thinking he was being a selfish prick.
"Hi it's me what's up baby? I'm sorry, listen, I'm gonna be late tonight so don't stay up and wait for me, okay?" He sounded breathless and tired, but Anna knew he wouldn’t grow weary.
"Where are you?" She was pissed off, now.
"Wait wait say that again?" He’s trying.
"Hello?" Exasperated.
"You're coming in and out I think my battery must be low. Listen if you
can hear me we're going to a place nearby, alright? Gotta go." She couldn’t stop thinking he was being a selfish prick.
[Now this is a story all about how my life got twisted upside down,
Let me tell you the story about the call that changed my destiny,
I’d like to take a minute,
Just sit right there.]
Let me tell you the story about the call that changed my destiny,
I’d like to take a minute,
Just sit right there.]
Sam and his boys went out, in West Philadelphia where they had been born and raised, but they didn’t realise they would only be ending up in misery. They were having a night on the town like when they used to hang on the playground, where they spent most of their days back then. As Sam was about to leave the egregious club, a woman stood in front of him. As she said “hi” and explained she “had a little place near by”, Sam was posed with the question of whether he would like to go. It was just like when the couple of guys that were up to no good used to show up in the neighborhood. He knew he should have said no, as he knew Anna was waiting for him. But what is a man to do? So he had to go up and see.
He called Anna, he’d rehearsed this in his head a million times, he always anticipated the call.
“Listen Baby I'm sorry, just wanna tell you don't worry, I will be late don't stay up and wait for me, I'll say again you're dropping out my battery is low - So you know, we're going to a place nearby -
I gotta go.”
“Listen Baby I'm sorry, just wanna tell you don't worry, I will be late don't stay up and wait for me, I'll say again you're dropping out my battery is low - So you know, we're going to a place nearby -
I gotta go.”
He whistled for a cab and when it came near, he realised what he was doing but not enough to care.
“Now till it's done nothing's been won,” continued to haunt him. He couldn’t take anything back, what’s done is done. he could no longer conceal the fact - one of her friends was there, she’d found out, and she wasn’t even the only one. Sam had never felt so alone, he was being eaten from inside that Anna was no longer by his side, and all because he made that call on that fateful night and lied.
He was constantly reminded of the things he’d said. It was something he couldn’t just let go.
“Listen Baby I'm sorry, just wanna tell you don't worry, I will be late don't stay up and wait for me, I'll say again you're dropping out my battery is low - So you know, we're going to a place nearby -
I gotta go.”
“Listen Baby I'm sorry, just wanna tell you don't worry, I will be late don't stay up and wait for me, I'll say again you're dropping out my battery is low - So you know, we're going to a place nearby -
I gotta go.”
Let Sam tell you a story about the call that changed his destiny.
He and his boys went out, only to end up in misery.
Now Sam is alone.
His battery is constantly low.
He and his boys went out, only to end up in misery.
Now Sam is alone.
His battery is constantly low.
The Call - Philip Farmer Banham
I'm called to record words i wish to be heard. Poem, storey, thought or rhymes. Paused for thought, do I pause upon this thought? I am paused, while moving toword motion. I will be water, I will fit to my temporary case.
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Easter Special; Zombies - Fargo
Brian: Look, I swear that’s Jesus over there.
Mike: I think you right, I tell you what go over and speak to him, and I will pay for dinner.
Brian: Sounds appealing, but blimey Mike it’s Jesus, what on earth would I say to him?
Mike: Ask him anything, I’m sure he’s very approachable, he’s only sitting alone having a glass of milk, maybe he could do with a bit of company.
Brian: Alright here goes nothing. (Walks over to a milk sipping Jesus) Hi Jesus, I take it you are Jesus?
Jesus: Of course.
Brian: So you are real then?
Jesus: What’s that supposed to mean?
Brian: I thought you may have been a rumour, you know born out of a severe case of Chinese whispers.
Jesus: My dear brother, I can assure you that is not the case. I’m real and I’m back walking the earth on this fine Easter Sunday.
Brian: Ah so you live again, again. In fact I lost count, how many times have you died and come back to life?
Jesus: I die for you. I die for everyone.
Mike: Hey Brian, ask him if he’s a Zombie.
Jesus: Michael, I am not a zombie, for I am here, now living and breathing, a zombie is the walking dead, I do walk, but I am not dead! I’m back.
Mike: What you doing here then? Drinking milk?
Jesus: I have come back to walk the earth…
Mike: And drink milk.
Brian: Mike man…
Jesus: Do you believe in me, Brian and Michael? Do you believe in the power of God?
Mike: Well to be honest mate it all sounds…..
Brian: Hold on mate lets hear what he has to say first! Say we do believe in you, and God and all that, what would that mean exactly?
Jesus: Have you not read the Bible?
Mike: Nah man, we don’t like books, I read the Daily Star though, but your not mentioned too much, no offence. So what happens if we believe?
Jesus: Very well., if you believe and follow our religion, read the bible and pray, and love myself and our Lord ,you will be granted eternal life, if you don’t you will perish.
Mike: Bit harsh.
Brian: We believe we believe, Jesus save us from our sins.
Jesus: I will die for the world once more! But first I shall finish my milk.
Mike: It’s been an odd day.
Brian: Don’t piss him off Mike, you heard what they can do.
Mike: Alright alright, don’t see why he and the mighty Lord get the final say so. I would like some say in how my life goes,
Brian: Shut up will you, can I trust you to not offend him whilst I go to the toilet.
Mike: (Whispers) I won’t, to be honest it sounds like a good deal, just read a book and do as we are told we get to live forever, Christmas has come early, ha literally!
Brian: Exactly, and he is gonna die for the world again this afternoon, at least we can go for a pint.
Mike: Okay. (Brian walks off and goes to the toilet, Mike turns to Jesus, who is just finishing his Milk) Jesus does it bother you that the date you died changes every year so it can fall on a Sunday, and the fact you died for our sins, and we celebrate that by eating chocolate eggs, bit weird init!
Mike: I think you right, I tell you what go over and speak to him, and I will pay for dinner.
Brian: Sounds appealing, but blimey Mike it’s Jesus, what on earth would I say to him?
Mike: Ask him anything, I’m sure he’s very approachable, he’s only sitting alone having a glass of milk, maybe he could do with a bit of company.
Brian: Alright here goes nothing. (Walks over to a milk sipping Jesus) Hi Jesus, I take it you are Jesus?
Jesus: Of course.
Brian: So you are real then?
Jesus: What’s that supposed to mean?
Brian: I thought you may have been a rumour, you know born out of a severe case of Chinese whispers.
Jesus: My dear brother, I can assure you that is not the case. I’m real and I’m back walking the earth on this fine Easter Sunday.
Brian: Ah so you live again, again. In fact I lost count, how many times have you died and come back to life?
Jesus: I die for you. I die for everyone.
Mike: Hey Brian, ask him if he’s a Zombie.
Jesus: Michael, I am not a zombie, for I am here, now living and breathing, a zombie is the walking dead, I do walk, but I am not dead! I’m back.
Mike: What you doing here then? Drinking milk?
Jesus: I have come back to walk the earth…
Mike: And drink milk.
Brian: Mike man…
Jesus: Do you believe in me, Brian and Michael? Do you believe in the power of God?
Mike: Well to be honest mate it all sounds…..
Brian: Hold on mate lets hear what he has to say first! Say we do believe in you, and God and all that, what would that mean exactly?
Jesus: Have you not read the Bible?
Mike: Nah man, we don’t like books, I read the Daily Star though, but your not mentioned too much, no offence. So what happens if we believe?
Jesus: Very well., if you believe and follow our religion, read the bible and pray, and love myself and our Lord ,you will be granted eternal life, if you don’t you will perish.
Mike: Bit harsh.
Brian: We believe we believe, Jesus save us from our sins.
Jesus: I will die for the world once more! But first I shall finish my milk.
Mike: It’s been an odd day.
Brian: Don’t piss him off Mike, you heard what they can do.
Mike: Alright alright, don’t see why he and the mighty Lord get the final say so. I would like some say in how my life goes,
Brian: Shut up will you, can I trust you to not offend him whilst I go to the toilet.
Mike: (Whispers) I won’t, to be honest it sounds like a good deal, just read a book and do as we are told we get to live forever, Christmas has come early, ha literally!
Brian: Exactly, and he is gonna die for the world again this afternoon, at least we can go for a pint.
Mike: Okay. (Brian walks off and goes to the toilet, Mike turns to Jesus, who is just finishing his Milk) Jesus does it bother you that the date you died changes every year so it can fall on a Sunday, and the fact you died for our sins, and we celebrate that by eating chocolate eggs, bit weird init!
Easter Special; Zombies - Jow Bates
I had little patience for Ikea. The vast MDF metropolis seemed to span on indefinitely past reasonable walking distance, the narrow paths adorned with boastfully simple designs that belied the complexity of their construction. The end rewards comprising themselves of infinite ketchup and the victory mantra of; "some assembly required".
"Not a good day."
I slumped against my hastily built and lopsided credenza, basking in the cool relief of pseudo-accomplishment. There had been little to no help provided for me as I'd navigated the endless towers of Ikea's warehouse-come-citadel, obviously another shopping centre in which I'm just sort of 'expected to know' what I'm doing.
"I fucking hate shopping." I announced to a jar of supposedly "Swedish" hotdogs. Still, despite missing a leg, the credenza seemed sturdy enough and I suppose I can take some solace in that.
"Cheers Sweden, here's to shit furniture, Vikings and inexplicably fast, rural broadband."
I toasted the sentiment with a cold hotdog, which I raised accordingly before swallowing the gastronomic afterbirth that was Ikea cuisine.
As evening bled away into night and the sky's blue darkened through pink to black, I lay awake listening to the wind. The increasingly rare sound of nocturnal wildlife ebbed briefly, adding it's own predatory serenity to the scene before the groaning set in. Between the gargled moans of vacant transience, the occasional crash piqued its way in from the distance. Like wayward drunks ambling waywardly into things, struggling to make their way home coherently.
Waking early, I sat up to gaze out of the third floor Ikea window, my back resting against the lopsided credenza now blocking the closet door. The morning sky looked more-or-less the same as it ever had, dawn seeping orange into blue. Less birds though.
Easter Special; Zombies - Pumpkin Sheepshanks
"Fast forward till payday.
Consume, recharge, deplete,
evolve in your sleep."
An old bearded man dressed in a cape sat on a stool reciting poetry in a tent on the top of the hill on a clear blue skied day. Local bands played to a few dozen kids on stages much too big for them. Singers stared scared into the crowd who were too bothered by the heat to care. A delinquint stumbled past an associate who was looking for his girlfriend, who had gone to get some food a half hour ago. The fear in his eyes was plain to see as their relationship was metaphorically like a plane to sea. The delinquint thought this quick enough to consider saying it as a show of wit, such was his susceptibility in reading people he instead mumbled good luck with a face than portrayed sad recognition of the facts.
Wandering through the maze of people, the delinquint vibrated at a frequency mutated by vegatable abuse and mineral malnutrition. he was out of sync with the majority of people here, bar a group of people he was gravitating towards. Dressed differently to the others, and with a slightly paler complection that from afar made them look like they were in a black and white photo cropped in the middle of the technicoloured perception currently presided over by the delinquint.
"Did you get my icecream" David asked.
The Delinquint tried to give a look that conveyed bemusement but given his gormlessness his face failed to change. "Does it look like I got your icecream?" The delinquint stammered.
David looked at him, hurt, and said "You could have eaten it on the way".
A bottle of Robinsons was passed round and the spread of herpes continued. Unbeknown to the group, their combined skankiness cross mutated on the crust surrounding the residue of the rim of the bottle into the worlds first viable zombie strain. Such was their unnattractiveness and lack of sexual appeal, their eventual deaths went by without effecting humanity as a whole. Their lives continued as nothing had happened.
Consume, recharge, deplete,
evolve in your sleep."
An old bearded man dressed in a cape sat on a stool reciting poetry in a tent on the top of the hill on a clear blue skied day. Local bands played to a few dozen kids on stages much too big for them. Singers stared scared into the crowd who were too bothered by the heat to care. A delinquint stumbled past an associate who was looking for his girlfriend, who had gone to get some food a half hour ago. The fear in his eyes was plain to see as their relationship was metaphorically like a plane to sea. The delinquint thought this quick enough to consider saying it as a show of wit, such was his susceptibility in reading people he instead mumbled good luck with a face than portrayed sad recognition of the facts.
Wandering through the maze of people, the delinquint vibrated at a frequency mutated by vegatable abuse and mineral malnutrition. he was out of sync with the majority of people here, bar a group of people he was gravitating towards. Dressed differently to the others, and with a slightly paler complection that from afar made them look like they were in a black and white photo cropped in the middle of the technicoloured perception currently presided over by the delinquint.
"Did you get my icecream" David asked.
The Delinquint tried to give a look that conveyed bemusement but given his gormlessness his face failed to change. "Does it look like I got your icecream?" The delinquint stammered.
David looked at him, hurt, and said "You could have eaten it on the way".
A bottle of Robinsons was passed round and the spread of herpes continued. Unbeknown to the group, their combined skankiness cross mutated on the crust surrounding the residue of the rim of the bottle into the worlds first viable zombie strain. Such was their unnattractiveness and lack of sexual appeal, their eventual deaths went by without effecting humanity as a whole. Their lives continued as nothing had happened.
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