Sydney strode the street in her muddy green coat, her hood hiding her face from the crowds of city folk walking past carrying umbrellas. Rain was falling on the streets of the soggy city, the passing car lights blurred in the nights pour, everything was running by dripping through the scenery like spilt ink and Sydney was part of the tangle of this everyday life. Her head bobbed as she took each step, her short purple dyed hair flicking to each side of her forehead. Her hands were contained within the coat pockets, each hand manipulating an electronic device, in her right hand she pressed the touch screen of her phone to send text messages without even having to glance at what she wrote and in her left she twirled the wheel of her MP3 player selecting the next track to pour through the wire to the large square headphones which glew pink in the dreary city night. Continue reading
Hello you! It’s been a while,
A few years or so.
I see you have a new haircut,
it looks like a shark surfing.
I’ve been well, yourself?
Oh… I’m sorry… my mistake.
The Debra I knew wasn’t a man.
I do this all the time!
Should have gone to…. stop!
I just can’t tell the difference.
Between butchers and butches.
Scraps, things and whats. I wonder if I can keep it up! August saw a lot of things. A lot. From holidays to opportunities (though that may have been last month, everything merges into one over summer!) to hospitals, all completely relevant and related so it could all be formed into a best-selling crime novel. I found the case on holiday but fought some bad guys who took me to hospital after pounding my nose in with a strange alien pig. It hurt. Continue reading
turn it off.
nose. Turn it off.
It won’t stop.
Boom! Back from the dead the travelling feature returns! I haven’t not been travelling but some events lead to the lack of desire to take pictures where I walk but when it comes to holidays I may never happen across that location again so it’s camera or regret! Majorca is the vacation spot this year, Cala d’Or to be exact. Get ready for a trip of men made of bacon, mysterious doors and haunted hotels…
The hotel I stayed at was a 4 star called the Esmeralda, a tidy place with a swimming pool, grass area and its own beach. It seemed the hotels in this area are all owned by the same company so you can wander pretty much anywhere if you want. Continue reading
Once Upon A Time
A man lived in a bin
It wasn’t very original
He saw it on Sesame Street,
unfortunately he had to do it
His money and house had gone
It wasn’t all doom and gloom however
His bin shone like the moon.
No trash, no crap, no mash, no ash,
He only made his presence known
when messy treasure was ready to go.
Half eaten hotdogs, the last Rolo,
he was often rewarded for his little treks.
One day today he found some beer,
he sipped it down and began to leer,
rolling from his normal spot
a binman found him, just a bin to him
The man lived in bins no more.
Four walls and one ceiling make a room and the room keeps the furniture in. This room painted completely in white only holds a few pieces of furniture; a table, a chair, a computer, a bed and a boy. The boy seemed content on the computer, the light fixating his eyes, the whole world delivered to his mind. Continue reading