On my way home tuesday I was asked if I wanted to come along to a pet shop. I went - and came home with some cat toys on sticks. Some of these photoes are better portraits than others but he seems to be having fun!
Sunday, 21 March 2010
Sunday, 7 March 2010
Curtain Away Spring
Bright, bright light. Contrary to what you might think I am not
outdoors, I am in my bright, bright living room.
I made attempts at hanging up curtains, but I just don't have
the strength in my fingers to be able to clip them back on.
Shit.
Wednesday, 3 March 2010
To fight a wizard with cold steel
I sleep.
I dream.
Friends from years back, that now live in countries I have barely been in, appear, with families I haven't met at all.
It is raining. Raining alot. The roads are flooding. A former colleague is driving a small french car through the rain, through the water, he is part of the resistance movement.
People are running on skis through the rain, we climb through the fence, stuffing the backpack through the hole we tore ahead of us. The muffins in the backpack are crushed.
It will never end, the rain, the flight. We must confront the danger.
I take my kitchen knives - the biggest and the smallest - and go to war. They sent me to gunfight with a knife. The sorcerer does not fight back in any physical way. When I throw the small knife it almost hits my own foot. I chop with the big knife and the sorcerer gets a second gaping mouth. He laughs through it and lifts his hand.
I run through the rain, my friends hide in eggs, and the eggs are crushed in the crash when the car water-planed.
I dream.
Friends from years back, that now live in countries I have barely been in, appear, with families I haven't met at all.
It is raining. Raining alot. The roads are flooding. A former colleague is driving a small french car through the rain, through the water, he is part of the resistance movement.
People are running on skis through the rain, we climb through the fence, stuffing the backpack through the hole we tore ahead of us. The muffins in the backpack are crushed.
It will never end, the rain, the flight. We must confront the danger.
I take my kitchen knives - the biggest and the smallest - and go to war. They sent me to gunfight with a knife. The sorcerer does not fight back in any physical way. When I throw the small knife it almost hits my own foot. I chop with the big knife and the sorcerer gets a second gaping mouth. He laughs through it and lifts his hand.
I run through the rain, my friends hide in eggs, and the eggs are crushed in the crash when the car water-planed.
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