Dusty Eyes - Jow Bates

Beneath the shutters, 
Stuttered sunlight musters,
Dusty eyes reflecting mica,
Broken glare of morning light, 
A golden speck of hazel iris,
Must be... Early risers.


Nothing to do today, I just wanted to see you.

*****

YOUR LIFE - WALKTHROUGH
1. Early perspective fractures reason, so don't make any decisions. 
2. Coffee's on, pick a song to get changed to.
3. Switch on the Playstation.
4. Absent mindedly check the fridge, you're not hungry.
5. Have another coffee, the fog's bound to clear soon.
6. Think about tidying, while start up times render your escapism.
7. Decide it's not the best time to make that phone call.
8. Lose a few hours to freestyling narrative onto an underdeveloped storyline, doesn't matter which.
9. Coffee's gone cold, drink it anyway.
10. Getting up was a terrible idea, go back to bed.
Congratulations, you have now completed your day.

*****

It started out simpley enough, an exchange of witticisms, a cleverly guised commentary on social deviance illuminated by the off colour use of its own relavent linguistics, I never thought it would actually take hold. This had to be a joke, surely people didn't take this sort of thing seriously, did they? I mean really, a fucking swear box? It had ruined the office dynamic as far as I was concerned; 20-bollocking-p for every off-the-twatting-cuff remark I wanted to fucking make. There goes sponti-shitting-nuity, and had it cleaned up my language?- Fuck no. Infact it seemed to be considerably worse. This an irony not least highlighted by the £4.20 I'd managed to piss away attempting to defend my freedom of fucking speech. Fractured reason viewed through dusty eyes, no room for growth here, idiots.

*****

I wish my brain worked the way it used to.

Dusty Eyes - Fargo

A ROOM OVER LOOKING THE WINTERY MOORS OF DEVON. A MAN IS STTING STARING OUT THE WINDOW. NOTHING AN NOBODY THERE APART FROM HIM. HE IS SITTING ON A CHAIR WITH A CHEAP LOOKING SILVER BOX ON HIS LAP. HE CUDDLES THIS AS IF IT WERE A FIVE YEAR OLD EMBRACING A TEDDY BEAR.
HE PULLS OUT AN IPOD FROM HIS POCKET AND THEN STANDS PLAYS A SONG AND LEAVES THE ROOM.
HE IS NOW WALKING FROM A DESERTED BUILDING ALONG THE LONELY MOORS. THE WIND IS GROWING WITH EVERY STEP HE TAKES TO THE HIGHEST POINT OF THE MOORS. IT’S A STUGGLE WALKING AND FIGHTING AGAINST THE WIND AS HE NEARS THE TOP. AFTER WHAT SEEMS LIKE HOURS FINALLY HIS DESTINATION IS REACHED. HE LOOKS AND TAKES THIS BEAUTIFUL VIEW IN. HE LOOKS AROUND, THERE IS NOTHING AND NO ONE. HE SMILES AND THEN SITS ON THE MUDDY GRASS.
HE PLACE THE SILVER BOX NEXT TO HIM.


Man
You told me this was your favourite place to go. Whenever you were lonely, or sad, you would come here. Even when you were happy and wanted to celebrate news or whatever, you would come here. I never used to understand why, I always thought of this place as a sad lonely lost place, but I have never seen the beauty in this world as you always did. It’s amazing, I wish we could of spent more time together here. I guess now its too late. But I will come here every week, happy or sad and think of the way you used to come and spend time here with your friends and Alice of course, and how happy you must have been. I hope that will bring me comfort, and wherever you are now, I hope you can feel close to me. 


THERE IS A NOISE, HE STANDS UP AND LOOKS AROUND, HE WALKS A FEW YARDS AND DOWN THE HILL HE SEES THE DEAD CARCASS OF A SHEEP, AND NEXT TO IT, IS ANOTHER SHEEP, THE OTHER SHEEP ALMOST SOUNDS LIKE ITS CRYING. THIS BRINGS A TEAR TO HIS EYE. HE WALKS BACK OVER TO THE BOX AND SITS. THE WIND GROWS STRONGER.


Man
A father should never see the death of their son. But here am, with you, having lost you. Only 21. I hope I was a good Dad. There were times we didn’t get on, and times that you must of hated me, for that I’m sorry. But I hope you can forgive me for any of my wrong doings. I want you to know that I’m going to miss you so much, word can’t describe it. I love you, you were my beautiful boy. (Starts to sing the John Lennon song)
Close your eyes
Have no fear
The monsters gone
He’s on the run and your Daddy’s here
Beautiful, beautiful,beautiful
Beautiful boy


HE WIPES AWAY THE TEARS IN HIS EYES AND STANDS WITH THE BOX IN HIS HANDS.


Man
So this is goodbye. You will be forever in my heart. A moment won’t pass that I won’t think about you. I know you would want me to carry on, be happy. That’s the last thing you said to me was, be happy. Well then you said hope you get lucky and pork her, but that was how you were, and I loved every bit of you. (Lifts the lid of the box) I will see you again Toby, when its my time, I know you will be waiting for me. Goodbye son, see you soon.


AS HE IS ABOUT TO THROW HIS SONS ASHES A HUGE GUST OF WINDS STRIKES, HE THEN THROWS THE ASHES AND THE WIND VIOLENTLY MAKE THE ASHES FIND THEIR WAY INTO HIS EYES HE CAN’T SEE A THING, HE STRUGGLES WITH THE PAIN, AND FALLS. HE CONTINUES TO FALL DOWN THE HILL AND ROLLS AND TWISTS IN ALL SORTS OF POSISTIONS. HE LANDS NEXT TO THE DEAD SHEEP, WITH THE ALIVE ONE THERE ALSO. HE TAKES HIS LAST FEW BREATHS AND DIES. THE SHEEP CRIES.


MAN SEES A DOOR STANDING ALONE IN THE MOORS JUST A DOOR. THE DOOR SAYS, WELCOME CAREFULL DRIVERS. HE WALKS ROUND THE DOOR, BUT THERE IS NOTHING ON THE OTHER SIDE. AFTER A MINUTE IT OPENS. TOBY COMES OUT.


Toby
Hi Dad, you did say that I’d be the death of you.


Man
Irony. I’m not sure I like it.


Toby
Well this happened quicker then I thought.


Man
No time for jokes Toby I’m a little shaken up.


Toby
(Smiles)
Well it’s going to get even better.


Man
How do you mean?


Toby
(Smiles)
Your never gonna believe what’s behind this door.


Man
Why, what is it?


Toby
Follow me and take a look.


TOBY WALKS IN AND HIS FATHER FOLLOWS. THE DOOR SHUTS. THE SHEEP CRIES.


FADE TO BLACK.

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Dusty Eyes - John Browski

A lot of the time, I used to get dusty eyes because I'd go and buy records from old dusty shops. I'd spend hours going through the record racks, inevitably finding copies of the grease OST or mantovani albums, or at least one Cliff Richard single. The time i spent looking through dusty shelves could have been spent doing many weeks-worth of other things. Even when I'd go on holiday, whoever i was with would be endlessly dragged through the grimier parts of the city to find a run-down record shop, or music shop, or charity shop where there MIGHT be record. my spidey-sense could search them out easily. I'd like to start again, but i fear i'm too old. on top of that, i've got most of the records i ever wanted, and i can't see why getting more would be a bonus, unless it was something really special. Would you believe that i have too many records to comfortably fit into a garage? since those halcyon days, I've changed my approach. now i can find stuff online, and i don't have so m much. not to put too much of a downer on things, but my eyes tend to water over different things now, and my attention is taken up uch of a disposable income, or time in which to go record shopping, I don't suffer from dusty eyes sowith other matters.