He was pretty confused lying by the canal under the blood red sky. It wasn’t that he’d been asleep, he was pretty sure that he hadn’t slept that night but he couldn’t seem to remember why he was lying by this stretch of water in the freezing cold. Was the sky really that colour? It looked obscenely swollen and clotted with darker streaks. Unable to ( Read more... )

just a list of the things i have read or am currently reading this year so far ( Read more... )

i loved the sidney sheldon novel that thom brought me back from his christmas holiday. it took me a while to get going, but having resigned myself to enjoying it i accelerated through the last three hundred pages in about two hours. originally i thought it was quite racist and misogynistic but later i realized how reductive that reasoning was. in ( Read more... )

i think it's probably best to be unapologetic about things on livejournal. i'll tell you what i'm doing, i am writing one of those posts where really you just try to work out if you still enjoy writing a post and if the act itself of typing into a big white oblong and then decorating it with verbal and visual accents gives you a sense of illusory ( Read more... )

LES YEUX SANS VISAGE - George Franju ( Read more... )

I had an interview this afternoon. I spilt coke on my dress and it looks really disgusting I hope that I still get the job.I don't want to temp any more. It's going to be hard this christmas.

It was only three-thirty when Lisel lit the hurricane lamps. She loved this time of year and had scattered the lamps about to avoid the ghastly intrusion of yellow light into her private quarters. She had always hated the lurid blockishness of electric light, the way it stripped and blanched all about it. When she was alone in the half-light she ( Read more... )

pale ghostgum leaves stain me like walnut ( Read more... )

on mondays i wear blue, always the same dress. the colour is deep and without relief. i skulk in its flat enormity and shelter in its depths. my eyes are welts today, dark purple and grey, sick yellow shadows i apply with not inconsiderable skill make me unclean; prim but dirty, inviolate, apart. I have a dress for every weekday but mondays are by ( Read more... )

flat plum wheels of aubergine laid carefully beside the sticky rice and chilli pickle salad. a strange but pleasing combination. i told a snow white lie that spread slippery as slush last week and today it melted clean away in my mouth, now i can wear that green dress again without a stain. i am not the thirteenth uninvited guest and will not prick ( Read more... )