Tuesday, 23 December 2008
Scrapbook of Stars (13/12/08)
It is becoming more scary to sleep yet at the same time more exciting to reveal that which I have forgotten or cast away, hidden or hid from. All is waiting on the tip of my tongue to escape into my consciousness as I sleep to dream and dream to sleep though never quite knowing where sleep is actually sleep or pure lucidity.
Resin (12/12/08)
The warm glow of the tea is long gone and the birds are singing a lullaby as my eyes start to play tricks of dancing shadows and rainbow patterns. These are the images of a day where I have loved, lost, become and become lost, a day which always looked the same and behaved as it would and as it should but a day that seemed oblivious to the simple fact that I exist.
Sleep and a world other than this is long overdue but through fear - fear of sleep, fear of waking and fear of tomorrow somehow being right here, right now colder than I would like yet still warm seems somehow better than anything else i can imagine.
Mr Nobody
Monday, 22 December 2008
The Police
I am not sure how to take or treat the phonecall so I have let it not concern me and return to my original plan(s)
The Intercity Luton Line
Luton is handy in the fact that the intercity London trains fly through at over a hundred miles per hour not stopping until London not pausing even for the wreckage of a man haunted by his own existence. I was here a few years ago covered in bloody vomit from my stomach ulcer and the stress of sleeping and living within the extreme heat of an unusual summer. I managed to escape last time... i managed to find the emotional strength and support i needed to resist the urge to jump and watch my life finally flash before my eyes and that of a hundred onlookers. Its a harsh Christmas present for those around that see or hear of or read about in the future but hopefully it will make them look long and hard at their actions or lack of responsibilities. Those with all, or those with at least a sum of the part never wanted to add to the equation and the encouragement for my actions have been loud and clear. It is a shame we live in a world with so many constrictions and borders in obtaining pills that are actually worth taking on bulk, last time, it was just a bloody ulcer and painful morning. The wreckage of my insides still taunting me each day and the mess of my mind a constant reminder that all of this is for the best.
I woke once more with her drowning out my thoughts and her screaming into my mind and made the decision finally within a few minutes. A cup of tea, half a packet of fags and sitting on the cold balcony of another place I have to leave shortly. Nobody wants a Mr Nobody - not even himself anymore......
Sunday, 21 December 2008
The Twelve Days Of Christmas (abridged)
Thursday, 4 September 2008
Alas the end........
At least my imagination was spot on.
Everything changed in a second.
Everything ended in moment.
Goodbye all.
Tuesday, 20 May 2008
Sunday, 18 May 2008
Mojito pannacotta's
It is a few days before my birthday and although walking a fine line it is a brighter shade of grey with momentary explosions of sun. It's a strange time and place. Somewhere between nowhere and anywhere. Once again a bubble existence surrounded by punting and picnics yet shallow and transparent to the point of glass. The scars ae healing but the stitches resemble a stevie wonder hatchet job. There is still a long way to go. Mojito pannacotta's and foie gras ballontines capture the tastebuds and gorging on new season asparagus, jersey royal potatoes and cromer crab helps just a little capture all and every reason why i still do this shit.
Saturday, 17 May 2008
I
Friday, 16 May 2008
Insomnia
Thursday, 15 May 2008
fucked up
Its sedation.
Mourning still consumes and throughts are banished, trod upon, jumped out until so distant and dreary they lose any real meaning. It is a point where everything should matter more than it does but in reality and in feeling, i feel nothing but an aching pain that morphs and evolves, mutates and spreads and finds different ways of fucking with me.
Tuesday, 13 May 2008
Monday, 12 May 2008
Swings & Roundabouts
Almost strange.
Following on the bandwagon of perversion into a world of school uniforms and al fresco activities the summer starts here. Where it finishes...... will be very interesting indeed.
Tuesday, 22 April 2008
Police
Saturday, 12 April 2008
NeverLand
I miss her eternally and I am not sure how anyone or anything is ever going to fill the hole she has left gaping in my life. Crying at hollyoaks at teatime and sitting in the rain under the garden tea lights at three, stars everywhere, flies nipping at my tears are not good places to be. Free flowing and energising yet filled with the sorrow of yesterday.
There have been so few that I have been in love with out of so many I have loved but out of all of them she was the one and its that singular fact that haunts and torments me daily and I can't seem to shake it. I sometimes manage two days thinking that everything is best but mostly i barely manage to make it past two hours. Her name resonating in my head, her smile atomically burned into my mind. Her voice carried in the wind and her smell, randomly and strangely stopping me in my tracks. I miss her more than the pain can be explained.
I am sure I am not alone in my misery and for all of her smiles, her candy smiles underneath lie the tears of a clown. I miss Pippy as intensely as her, the package seemingly wrapped in diamonte and shrouded in stardust. I miss my Wendy in my neverland kind of life.
Mr Nobody is for one night only Peter Pan, the boy that never grew up and learned not to play with love as you will only end up covered in fairy dust.
Thursday, 10 April 2008
Hollyoaks
Wednesday, 26 March 2008
Tundra
It soothes, calms and clears the mind eventually becoming part of my soul. The windows rattle, the bottles shake and Archie is scared, ears twittering and tail nervously jigging.
It seven minutes of eary madness leaving me breathless and every time - a thousand more since nineteen seventy seven - leaving me wanting more.
Monday, 24 March 2008
Skag Knife
Cats
Do they just like everybody that treats them well?
Are cats just like himans?
Or are humans just like cats?
London
A few seats forward the shadow of a man lurches violently with a cough that is a pleasant reminder I should smoke less and less reds. It would irritate me but I felt sorry for him and wished I had some water. A bad cough is a terrible thing. Irritation came from the Saville Row suited kid or hormone deficient man sat to my immediate right. Tapping into his phone with an annoying repetition of a man who has to be doing something. Music too loud floating into the fan-assisted silence, I even heard our song but that is becoming standard these days. Almost like a ticking time bomb. A Japanese couple sleep on each other, curled up in the way only couples can on a coach and it made me realise that we had never had a chance to leave this filthy city, we had never made time. Bubble love. London is.
It seems a shame one city, one moment in time defined us. Sad.
London speeds by and sooner at this time of night rather than later it is Hillingdon - a pit stop, a a benchmark, a landmark to a better place. Soon it is the motorway and soon it is home. Though I cant help but feel, cliched as it is, that home is where the heart is. A basement flat in Peckham of all places, somebody elses home as it always has been.
I miss acting on a heartbeat.
I do miss being me.
I think one day I may find myself again but until then i shall remain Mr Nobody.
Thursday, 20 March 2008
Thursday, 13 March 2008
Interpol
It has been a day of organisation, meddling, tinkering and amusement, as ever, at the antics of others and the backbone that life seems to rip out of the majority - that fear, intricately consuming the conscious mind. So many closed minds and empty souls trapped in a purgatory of their own creation. Desires and needs suppressed by the conformity of the masses - blinded by the destination and oblivious to the journey.
Interpol are a fitting soundtrack to a day I find myself wishing for her to complete my jigsaw and free me from this purgatory of my own creation.
Kumquat
I spoke to "her" yesterday, the cats mother, about Pippy and when she should come and live with me. It was a point which faded to the background. It was our first conversation in months but our first real one this year, last year we were so much more than the little we were today, but that little was good. I left a part of my heart and soul in a basement flat in peckham with Pippy on guard protecting the parts I need to love again. I feel cold without them. I feel like a clown with frozen tears - stored for another day/week/another time maybe.
I stare into the skin of a Kumquat trying to work out if I can really do without Star Anise and wondering if i will ever be the same again.
Tuesday, 11 March 2008
"It feels like home"
People talk instead of ignore and are curious not recluse. Loneliness is becoming a hard to find commodity once more but a simple ramble and it just opens up before me - sprawling spring greens as far as the eye can see. Mr Nobody is still so. An anonymous shadow behind the service door but with apple ketchup and Thai scallops on the menu a smile starts to form and with the arrival of Pippy - my ice-skating kitten that smile begins to be pinned once more.
Monday, 3 March 2008
Its A Monday
Sunday, 2 March 2008
Careless Whisper 2
Careless Whisper
Saturday, 1 March 2008
Saturday Morning
Handstands
Friday, 29 February 2008
Cockroach
Secrets & Lies
Monday, 18 February 2008
Resignation
Sunday, 27 January 2008
Codeine
Tuesday, 22 January 2008
Blog
Here’s for the humble potato where so many great things can be created with meagre hands.
Sunday, 20 January 2008
The End 2
Everything ends.
Everything changes.
Not one single thing remains the same.
Except this was supposed to last forever. We even made a pact. Perhaps in retrospect it would have been better etched in blood. At least there would have been a sign for the future, a sign that it was all going to end up like this – in the worse possible way.
Wednesday, 16 January 2008
The Doughnut Man
Monday, 14 January 2008
Oh Sweet Canola
Friday, 11 January 2008
Dismantling
with a quiet subdued order to it. Well-rehearsed, emotionally cold and caught well within the moment of homelessness.
I am sat her in my underwear thinking that nothing really matters because I will wake up soon and the rain will have gone, the cold will be hot and the pain will be happiness.
Somebody pinch me I seem to be paralysed.
Thursday, 10 January 2008
The End?
I’m almost stoned enough to forget that anything matters but right now. This singular moment in time where the sound of a London that returns home drifts in through window, the smell of a hundred dinners fill the room and fight for airspace with smoke. Nothing, nearly matters.
The thing is that it’s not quite enough to let me forget that the next few moments in time are ones I can’t believe are happening. It is always the way. Whilst one is planning for the future the other is wanting away for their future. Tabloid problem page stuff. Nice to know that your life can be so neatly categorised by the experience of others.
It’s never expected. Sometimes more, sometimes less than the previous but one can never describe is as expected. Expected is a birthday. Its Christmas. Not this whole falling out of love thing. Even those moments have managed to morph themselves into many after. The uncertainty through her no show have caused for more weed and now alcohol – the devils drug. Frantic phonecalls, text messages and even facebook gets a look in but sadly realising. Realising now with the aid of massive attack and near darkness as it all starts to sink in. It is all futile and wasted breath. It is more wasted time that would be spent crying and moving on. Moving on is difficult when all and everything was her including the future I was building around her. It is sadly all over. Not from the devils mouth but in feeling and that is enough.