A little nonsense followed by a little introspection.
Two posts from ZIG(UN)CUT Thoughts on the sugar tax and our digital selves plus Malcolm E. Klektic Esquire’s New (old) art piece.
Journal Entry 180322 No fancy GFX. Just a simple post. Just the raw truth. Doubt. Made a new friend on FB who […]
A filmscore for Burn. In particular a scene where Lucia confronts the “Good” Doctor’s Daughter. Writers block – Sometime to get the […]
I just Had a dream. Loud. Chaotic. I can’t stress just how loud it was. People running everywhere. Madness. Shock. Despair and fragility all around and yet I was calm single minded to the point that I put my self in harm’s way for nothing. No not for nothing. For a glimpse. To see with my own eyes the floating heads with blank expressions, floating down corridors away from the great reveal.
vLog 15+ The Day I Started talking to myself in the woods.
Why can’t we agree to disagree rather shouting each other down? What happened to discourse? What happened to debate? Had some issues with the sound which I fixed as best as I could in audacity. At least now you can hear me.
Introduction Been working on a few things that have taken me away from the Diary in the last couple of months and […]
Originally from 30.04.15 – Sketches of an idea I have you know I am a very attractive man. Parhaps a little on the fugly side now but back in the day. Why are you looking at me like that? The gays love me. Its true. They’ve invited me on a number of occasions to join their club but I had to decline. Too much hugging…and Abba…I hate Abba. Besides with me there can only ever be one cock in the room -and […]
Overheard. Probably incorrectly. “She was fat and cheap and not in a good way. She wore Bozo the clown make up upon the grumpy face of a bi-polar flesh monkey.” “Like she had done her face in a series of increasingly more distorted carnie hall mirrors with a poundland Mr Man paint brush and a blunt sharpie for eyebrows whilst pissed on tennents and half a gram of wiz”. “Orange was her favourite colour judging by the colour of her skin”
Often I can be heard muttering to myself. Many attempts were made to beat it out of me, but it only gave […]