Ayayayayay

Blue magic sees the dream,
I share wonder in stars.
We understand little and believe in a moon.
How long must the chalky stillness remain?
I mirror quiet winter,
I answer not the sun.
You are silent joy,
Happy together.
You are the lake in my sea.
Always fall, laugh big.
Yes!
Glow.
Blue magic, sieze the dream.

Oh, and

Just for future reference, love, one of those winks is good enough for me.

Ugh!

Stop being promiscuous, toothbrush!

…I might as well share you!

(Pictures soon)

Walk away

The great moonsong, croons to me pastures of soft white.

Chalk has nothing on your dewy resonance. Give to me your joy.

Prick

At least just be honest.
Don’t fucking blank me without explaining yourself, prick.

And so

I cannot see worlds in your eyes, I cannot feel whirled on a tide
They’re lovely and you’re wonderful but you’re no
Horsehead nebula
Lalala
Lately I’ve been wondering
What is it about being free that fills us with
Expectations
Ending of communications
I’ve come to a conclusion
That it is aesthetically pleasing
In a manner of speaking
In a manner of speaking I am an astronaut
But we can all make complex analogies
It doesn’t make them mean a thing
Perhaps this is all just a brief fling
This thing
The thing
Is
I cannot see worlds in your eyes.
And so I’m walking down London highstreets
Weaving and weaning
Myself from your worldless eyes
Your wordless disguise
I’m listening to the sounds of the streets
People shouting
Words meandering
The Queen killed Mark Knopfler!
I know I need some sleep.

I’m drawn to space
The space behind your eyes
Empty spaces
Closed spaces
Mostly spaces in the sky
And the oh-so inappropriate
Laughter
That you hide.
Pretentious sentences
Spread and split over
Lines.
B
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..t
…t
….e
…..r
…….
You fools.

oh stfu, me.

And so I return

Derbyshire was alright. In fact, Derbyshire/the Peak District was beautiful. It’s a stunning place.
I discovered, while there, that it is the second most visited National Park in the world lagging only behind Mount Fuji National Park in Japan. This impressed me hugely. Arond 22 million people a year visit the Peak District. How huge is that number!? I would have thought that the Lake District was more popular than the Peak District. Certainly, more people talk about it.
And yet, for all the millions of visitors to the park every year, it’s relatively unspoiled, the vast rolling hills (and, indeed, peaks) covered in forests or moorland. There’s an abundance of heather. I love heather covered moors.
And it gave me the chance to read again. I always read better on holiday. I’m not entirely sure why, but I just can. I finally finished the book I’ve been reading for ages (‘How Late it Was, How Late‘). I must give that back to Ned at somepoint. It was enjoyable. It got me thinking in a Scottish accent, which is always fun. I also read ‘The 39 Steps‘ which was alright. ‘Rabbit, Run‘, however, was fabulous. I can’t quite put my finger on what it was I liked about that. It has a lot going for it. I loved that it was written entirely in the present tense. Books written in the present tense have less finality about the actions contained within them and it often makes for a more exciting read. You find yourself more within the moment, wondering what the character is going to do next. The wonderful thing about the novel, also, is that you can’t help but dislike the main character, but at the same time, he’s highly loveable. This is exactly how he’s described by the other characters in the book.
All in all, I loved it and am on the look out for the sequels.

New website design, going on holiday

New website design, chaps

Social gatherings and resultant blatherings

What is it about social gatherings that can make you feel both instantly at utter peace with the world and at complete odds with it.
I think the use of “the world” in that sentence was perhaps a little over dramatic, but I’ve always both adored and abhored melodrama.
Social gatherings seem to have the ability to make me feel both a part of one, tight, wonderful group of people and at the same time feel completely ostracised from them. I feel so socially awkward at times and yet I’m sure it doesn’t show. Certainly, I’m not socially retarded. I understand boundaries. But I think it’s that I understand boundaries that makes me feel more awkward. I overthink things. But at the same time I’m often utterly spontaneous.
There are times when I hate living in my own head. I hate the contradictioms I supply for myself.

It’s funny how

In my dream you were one of the most horrible people I’ve ever known. I have no reason to believe in the authenticity of my dream. I have no reason to think it true. But rest assured, I’ll be keeping my eye on you.

Heh, unintentional rhyming.