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Tuesday, 27 May 2008

  • A guide to awkward small talk:

    Andrew says: Hey. Long time no speak.
    Andrew means: Have you been avoiding me?

    kidahGEEK says: hey
    Natt means: Maybe

    Andrew says: How art thou?
    Andrew means: Seeing anyone?

    kidahGEEK says: I'm good, surviving and you?
    Natt means: Nope, still single

    Andrew says: Pretty much the same tbh.
    Andrew means: Yeah, me too

    kidahGEEK says: still in London?
    Natt means: Where are you?

    Andrew says: Where you based these days?
    Andrew means: Where are you?

    Andrew says: Yeah i am.
    Andrew means: Same as always

    kidahGEEK says: still in St Neots, this place has a choke hold on me
    Natt means: Me too

    Andrew says: Ah,fair enough.how long it take you to get to london?
    Andrew means: Come see me?

    kidahGEEK says: bout an hour on the train, but financially, could take a while
    Natt means: I'd rather not

    Andrew says: Fair dos.you should come down some time and we'll grab a coffee n catch up.
    Andrew means: It's okay, I don't have to commit to this

    kidahGEEK says: sounds fun, yeah
    Natt means: I'd rather not.

    ..........


    Andrew says: Yup. Pretencious cunts

    kidahGEEK says: thats actors, hun
    Natt means: You're a cunt

    Andrew says: They should all die. Well maybe just suffer a nasty cold bt u no what i mean
    Andrew means: I'm ignoring that

    kidahGEEK says: aye, I've worked with actors, I know exactly what you mean
    Natt means: You're still a cunt

    Andrew says: Haha

    kidahGEEK says: x]

    winner.

Saturday, 24 May 2008

  • Alright, so, okay, you're walking down an alley, dark, empty. Coming home from work maybe, it's late. Walking, walking. 'Wait, what was that?' flashes across your face. You slow your pace, turn a little. 'Uh, nothing'. Okay keep going, 'Huh.... wha.....?' woosh, crash. And dead.
    Or maybe you've gone for a swim. Out on a lake secluded by trees. It's peaceful, it's quiet, there's something under the surface. And dead.
    The house is quiet, you're home alone. You hear a noise in the basement. Always the basement. But hell, you've got a torch, what's the worst that could happen? And dead.
    Just a normal day at the office. But suddenly you see something, something you swear was never there before. Confused, you investigate further, just out of curiosity. You remember what curiosity did, right? And dead.
    You're laughing, you're joking, you wave your friends goodbye, pledge to see them tomorrow. And dead.
    'I'll be right back.' And dead.
    Who are you even? And dead.
    Enjoy your five minute stardom. That's right, you guessed it. And dead.

    But wait, you've survived the prelude. Maybe I was wrong about you. Every thing's going wrong, but it's okay. Alive. Here comes the cavalry. And now there you are in your temporary spotlight. It's not quite 40 days and 40 nights. And it's not quite the Devils temptation, but boy it feels close. After all, you're alive. Indulge. You're a stand in superhero, albeit an exaggerated one. But now your time is up. Wave goodbye to the cavalry and step down from your pedestal, pass it on to the next survivor.
    It's alright though. You can always die later.

Tuesday, 20 May 2008

  • I don't like poetry. Let me make that abundantly clear.
    I dislike writing it even more than reading it. But what can you do?
    This is the only thing I've ever written I like, and the meaning makes sense.

    Innocent Eyes

    I’m sitting beside my inner child,
    Watching a God spin a silver web.
    A knowing warning shared between us,
    Two sisters caught in metallic awe.
    Your warning stirs something in me.
    ‘Don’t get too close.’
    This silver web that scars.
    Does such beauty hold such danger?
    I want to get closer.
    To this web. To this God.
    I want to be one. I want to be it.
    I want it. This purity.
    I see your mystery reflected in your spinning silver web.
    Spun by a God.

    I see you now.
    You complain. You tire. You fuss.
    Remind me.
    Gods have imperfections.

Friday, 16 May 2008