writing

tell me about it

ME: he ran in he ran out they cheered he clapped bam bam bam whoof. la la la, hehe he came back around, whos this? uhuh, yeh ill come done, couldnt tell ya though. up and down and round, jump skit skrap, fluflufluf, tap tap tap, the little dancer. chitterchatter with the latter, pfffff, alright.

GIRL: hehe, speak later babes ūüėȬ† xxx

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Movie concepts

  1. Michael schumacher comes out of comer and becomes the greatest gay tap dancer the world has ever seen

A man asks an older man at a pub for a puffer (cigarette), unraveling the old mans lifelong insecurities of not wanting to be a poof

  1. 2pac was never real, he was a blackface character from 1921
  2. Tom cruise goes on a cruise
  3. Jackson pollock is revolted by fish

Painting concepts

  1. A man in 1950s, New York, dancing fluidly the most amazing moves but it is a pitch black night with no lighting
  2. A sorrowful man grows up having the deformity of 3 shoulder, to release at 36 years old that the 3rd shoulder is actually his neck, with his head upon top.
  3. A lovely natural landscape in the fields, but i have to update the painting instantly as the scenery changes
  4. A locksmith who forgets his career
  5. A racist races businessmen in the street to show he fast he is
  6. A vision of a hilarious monologue
  7. A school 10 minutes before a school shooting

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pum, pum pum pum

On that broken coeruleum blue, rover bicycle, in those Virginia pine woods. 16.3km south-east from that four room, one floor house. Abandoned in dusk, pale yellow sunlight seeping in as heavy beams through that thick, warm air. Shadows stuck to me, i rode deeper, and that sun was sinking so fast, and those apparitions started surrounding me. And the faster i rode through those woods the more i started to lose it, i was running scared, and i was lost. That sun was laughing at me as it rolled off the earth and left me sucking tar out of fire paper.
A large cricket hopped onto my shoulder, stridulating its chirp and croak.
“‘ello you cunt” he said, from a little angular head. He had dragged himself out of a used condom next to a rock. “buy one get one free.”

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blue bubble gum baby

He had no arms or legs. On the bouncy castle he began his trademark move of the wibbly wobbly naked. the priest laughed, and then winked at him. He hissed his silly blue paper tongue. A baby foetus like bubble gum blue berry buried,  

blue bubble gum baby bye

 

 

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  cartoonman

I’m away from what I want, my utopian home of mountain and elk and wolf and pine and lost and alone. Digressive. And then, oh my, those distant city lights of bokeh sinking into that empty tar¬†sea, and that gentle, cool, dark breeze. Those passing cars with fog light beams, heading somewhere, and for some reason it feeds me comfort, knowing that they have somewhere to be. And I, I am off track¬†in this holistic but aloof mind state of being the observer of the here, of being a ghost that nobody can see, I’m Casper, and I’m okay with that.¬†

want another pint you nonse?

yeh nice one mate, can i pinch a smoke? [*winks at a sexy lady]

yeh make us a fag too. 

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diary entry, 

2 may 2014

I see this woman every night, i do not know her. I see her, but not fully, white blurs, quick within eye corner, she dashes away.

Always and mostly, only in reflections, passing, in my home. I am afraid, amongst the darks of rooms, with her creepy presence. Sleep gets hard. Its getting harder.

Last night she was killing me. I could not see her, but i felt her. suffocating me. i tried so hard to scream for someone to help me, but my voice was choked and drowned and my volume was mute.

It was a white apartment, high ceilings, victorian, all white, third or fourth floor in a city, London late afternoon. I was in the apartment, alone. I went to leave through the door, when behind me, in the corridor of the lounge and washroom an opaque cup of toothbrush and toothpaste tube was threw across room onto floor, making an unsettling noise of jolted clatter, and hard bounce. It was only me in that apartment. I walked back, into that room of white were the cup lay to see how this had happened, it shouldn’t of, i shouldn’t of.¬†

She threw me, though she was not visible. I was dragged up the white wall behind me, three feet above ground, i had no contact with the flooring. She was strangling me, and the more i struggled the less i could move and the more i tried to scream the more my voice shrunk. she wanted me dead, the woman. my eyes got wetter and the room started to blur as i gasped for any air i could suck in, my screams turned to groans as i fatigued. Then i Awoke, trying to shout, but only able to heave heavy groans for some help, noises so hard to release, like she was still choking my lungs. But she was gone.

i saw her earlier this evening, in the mirror as i walked to bed.

please, let me be.¬†i don’t want to sleep anymore.