Lines drawn, continue

 

Twisted

Norman Wisdom visits Albania, orphanage, miserable looking kids. One scene is him outside with a kid sitting on the side of the dusty road, all shabby and dirty. He hands the kid a cuddly toy, pats him on the head, the boy, expressionless, doesn’t know what to do, neither does Norman…I go, in voice of the kid “I don’t need no stinking teddy bear, I need food, look at me, I need a home…I’ll be dead by tomorrow.” All the while, in my utterly sarcastic, twisted way, I laugh out loud at the whole miserable fucking thing.

What I wrote on my Tumblr blog

I’ve decided to Unfollow everyone. Simply because I find it too distracting from my own thoughts. It’s becoming a bit too much like facebook, constant, trivial. It’s not what I did back on blogspot, nor what I want my blog for. Not a glorified facebook. As much as I find it interesting/entertaining, I need a place for my own thoughts, uninterupted clarity.

Anyone who bothers to follow me, or likes a post or two will have the curtesy of getting their blog read by me. But I like the anonymous solitude of a blog, and will try and keep it that way.

She's as cold as ice!

Here, feel this…sticking my hand up his sweater
Jesus! he cries jumping up, pulling away, rubbing the spot
She’s as cold as ice!
All over baby! The extremities! Even my knees…with a look of confused wonder, I point a frozen finger to the neglected nodes…looks…
…looks…
The extremities! Throwing his arms up, T-Rex style in mock outcry
So, what’re gonna do about it? I ask
Er…..
Rolls my eyes and goes to my room. Strip and slide into double duvet bed, position my ipod and go surfing safari…

The World Rolls Round

“The world rolls round for ever like a mill;
It grinds out death and life and good and ill;
It has no purpose, heart or mind or will.”

—	The City of Dreadful Night ~ James Thompson The words live http://youtu.be/8zsdMRWaqOA Crimson Petal & the White ~ Michael Faber ~ BBC adaption