Not quite yet...

My, my... We all knew Leonard Cohen had a point. Take a step back and blink. Your world is different...so quickly that in the space of an episode of 'Zoo', 1.5 elephants were killed. One every 15 minutes. Depending on if you count those disastrously long ad breaks, the pilot episode, and the, 'I told you Africa was dangerous!' that we now delight in being able to avoid.

Ah, the wonders of modern technology...

I finally found a job... It is temporary...for now, but what the hell do I care? If it happens, it happens...

My qualm...

I sat on a swivel chair in the middle of an almost-abandoned casino with my feet up on the polished veneer.
It wasn;t the most comfortable of seats; we were sitting at the craps table, but three scary men came to tell us that we could no longer sit there because it was closed.
It was only something past sunrise in the morning but casinos are designed not to let the light in.

I have a few sketches to share

Refugee from the Dream

Ithat first love, never that first kiss, never the first time you tasted, heard, felt something. It never is.

Seek more. You are left always searching for something else. but you don't know what the fuck it is or where the fuck it is so you know you are off to poor start.

I am one of those "What’s Next" people.

Yes, it’s nice to have something to come home to, but it wont be long until you have bees in your britches and need to see more, feel more, hear more, taste more…

That is ingrained in my being as much as my hair and eye colour.

This leaves few choices…or many choices.

I could stay here and go about my day knowing that there is reciprocated love and appreciation. That is nice.

I could cook it breakfast to keep it satiated.

I could wash it's clothes

s to keep it smelling halfway decent

I could fuck it and turn it in to a Youtube sensation...

I could make it a breakfast, to what end? It'll just dirty the toilet bowl again.  

Alternatively, I could salute, say, “So long. Thanks for all the fish.” And disappear to far away places.

I want both.

I am not greedy. I am whimsical. I am not entirely responsible.

I am now bored. 

Go away, leper!

The excema will stop when you turn six and people will stop mocking you...

The asthma and excema will stop when she's 10 and the'll stop mocking her...

Don't worry about them...they're not as smart as you are and they can't pronounce all those weird dinosaur names.

Hey,at least they gave you an honorary  'media prefect' badge because you spent 3 years there (and they felt obliged) and they must appreciate the fact that you have read most of and cataloged all the books alphabetically by title (and in case they didn't like it that way, by author) for just in case.

It's okay that your skin oozes and get's stuck yo your bobby sock winter school uniform because at least for 4 months of the African winter they forget to mock you.

It's alright that your years hiding in the  library studying mammals, reptiles. fish, birds, paleontology and Greek, Roman and Norse mythology were completely lost on your pears.

You grew up mentally pointing out to yourself every time they phonetically screwed up while they told you how much better than you they were...

Why did you climb on that toilet seat?You were six years old! What could possibly have prompted you to...
...oh.
There was something shiny there and for reasons my adult mind can never understand...I cut myself.

It was all you had. It is all you have. It;ll probably be all I ever have....

I learned today that beauty dies,
Beauty dies when beauty cries.
None can see beyond the tears
And all will fear when you do fear

He'll sit behind and wonder why
Your mascara melts when his girl cries
and she will will run until she dies
To make sure

Yhat's a bit shit, but I need to free up some space...

I forget this exists until I get:
 I) Drunk.
II) Thoughtful
III) Remem-mur-muring the whole reason they elected me principal of the 'I hide here as to not see the rest of your people even though I am apparently lesser than you because I could spell berate...and stay tuned) s depending.

Deinonychus

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Wow...

What an uneventful few months, weeks, days, hours.... Everything melts into the same ol' same ol' My significant other harasses me to eat. I know he is right; I just forget it has been two/three days. I wish my apparent starvation had an artistic purpose (I am busy with my masterpiece, woman, do not interrupt!) I'm just not bloody hungry. I could give it many names; insomnia, bipolar 'disorder', an autism of some sort depending on the weather or not. Fact stands. In one end, out the other. It's the London Underground of existences. Mind the step...