...or what settles for sleep these days...true, i've never been one to nod off quickly, and so i've taken to turning off the lights, and lying very still while listening to some soft spoken word, an audio book or some form of lecture...a sort of synthetic sleep and simulated dreams, since i rarely do either any more ( Read more... )

...but when i thought about it, the fact that it would never work has never been a viable reason not to do something...i guess then i really do see my life as some sort of drama, and my choices really are based on what would make a good story rather than what my conscience tells me is right...then again, perhaps it would be better not o listen to ( Read more... )

...if only i lived on the island of sodor (were there really such a place), i'd annex the island by brutal conquest, strip mining all of its coal and enslaving all those cheeky anthropomorphic trains under my brutal military regime ( Read more... )

...you've all missed me terribly...i insist...shut up crickets ( Read more... )

...in a myriad of black pearls and exquisite gowns and feather boas i watched a wealthy patrician class gavotte, blue bloods and captains of industry all, relics of a golden age of aristocracy, merry chatter amongst themselves, while quietly judging me ( Read more... )

...and it starts so serenely too, you're running, you're not running from anything, you're just running, faster and faster then your feet feel lighter...then gradually they lift from the ground, and you find yourself hovering over the path...it has happened a dozen times or more, but it is always a pleasant surprise ( Read more... )

...some years ago, i woke one morning in a comfortable little flat just off somerset west...my greasy bed ridden head wedged under the armpit of someone snoring softly beside me...i rolled off an air matress on the floor as quietly as i could and stealthily navigated a torsion of twisted bodies curled along a chunder stained carpet ( Read more... )

...a reoccurring theme in many of my dreams is a great black cyclone...a dark and slender form looming on the horizon, it darkens the sky and hurls winds from afar...i've spent many childhood nights fleeing its impending destruction...but it seems to follow me, relentlessly even at a great distance ( Read more... )

...figures, I've been a father for a little more than 48 hours and I'm  already bored with it...it just  sits there, looking at me, begging for attention...judging me...

...few who know the man I am today, would ever have guessed that I had always been a queit, rather timid sort, who held both his emotions and himself in reserve...then the curtain ( Read more... )

"The end of the century, I said my goodbyes
For what it’s worth, I always aim to pleaseBut I nearly died..."

...i remember someone saying that the second keg was almost empty, then the rest of the night was an inebriate haze of disjointed moments i will undoubtedly have to apologize for once i remember how they came about...

...and thus 2012 began, ( Read more... )