hey, right. yes i did do these myself
You can run away from anything except anti-matter pirates. bastards.
here is my blog, nothing much here yet but it's a start i guess.
i began a blog a year or two ago, on my old site OnTheVerge, have a read.
i wrote my dictionary. some words i use that were made up. yes you can tell. ah well, i'll get over it in time.
this is kind of a dictionary in itself, all my old gestures & phrases. don't ask me where they came from or where they went. or even when they will return. but they will return. they always do.
harold bishop. he stars quite a lot, always a bit of a freak imho, but heres harolds antics anyway.
peter & kevigulas: jedi archives. beginnings of a library to be filled throughout the rest of time by pointless rambling & mumblings.
a story: the journey. another: story of stones. well this story isn't really a story, more an elongated story based poem. so i guess it is kind of a story then really but kind of not at the same time. i know what i mean. just read it.
sometimes i think too much, so why don't you think about it as well?
i always thought that my university hates me. i couldn't figure out why though.
i wrote Secret Track 1, Secret Track 2, Secret Track 3, & Secret Track 3a as part of something i can't remember. yes they are random & yes they did mean something at the time.
before i quit drinking, sometimes i'd get into a bit of a Drunken Stupor.
it was a song about a bag called orinoco. but it was nothing to do with him. and there was no music. and it wasnt a song. and it didn't really rhyme very well. on any account, Womble Song is ingenious in that it fulfills none of the promises of it's title but still makes me chuckle. it's not even funny. i should maybe have titled it: womble song, a brief oxymoron in depth.
i write quite a lot. lots of it means things when i write it. i mean i actually read it back & think, shit, did i write that? surely not. sometimes this impresses me. Bad thing is sometimes i can't remember what i was actually on about in the first place, stoner song for example. i mean really, what was i on about? it sounds good. i know what some of it is.
occasionally i get really messed up. i don't intend to, i don't like it, & i'm always more than grateful to feel how i do right now. in all fairness i feel better right now than i can remember feeling in more than a long time. but i did find this funny when i wrote it at the time. a little poem maybe?
there once were two lads she taught who were very sexually distraught they took her to bed and made her all red even with the vaseline she bought
i am also really really trying to get together ideas for a film.
i have written down loads of stuff. some of it i like, some of it i dont. what i'm really struggling with is a plot. i have ideas for scenes, i have morals to fit in, i have some ideas of the music. i have had a few ideas for most parts of it. my good friend mister big scary steve has given me a hand tryin to get things together in my mind, but i'm still stuck with a main storyline. the basis is balance. both equal amounts of love & hate.
but how to fit them together? what to write about exactly? people always say, write about what you know best, so i can take things from my perspective & change enough to make in film-ish i guess. but i really need some ideas.
this is what i have so far: these are some ideas on balance & how to present certain elements i want to see in the script. i wrote down some scene progressions, not necessarily containing any really important points in the story, but which give some form of atmosphere or whatever you want to call it. read scenes to see what i mean. all my film stuff is written as train of thought. what i think of goes down on a page, regardless of whether or not it fits with what i mentioned directly before.
change of subject: how about a timeline? written several years ago while i was at college i think. like i'm gonna remember when i wrote it. it doesn't really matter. it's not a bad little read. quite childish, but that's what i do best sometimes.
my oldest younger sister once came to me with a problem. her biology teacher had asked her to write a poem about plant-sex or whatever its really called. so i gave her a hand. because i'm nice like that. apparently it went down quite well in the lesson it was read out in...
sometimes i feel like a dolphin. sometimes mind you. dolphins like to follow me around. they make me laugh & make me go all mushy inside. it's kinda hard to explain. so here's a little story with my dolphin friends in
on a tangent. but only a slight complete tangent. sometimes i sit & write because i think i have an idea. i dont know what it is or where its going, but i sit & write whatever it is down. then i save it, & forget about it. sometimes i wake up the next day & think "i wrote something. i wonder what it was. i wonder if it was any good.". now when i write something, i usually remember if i at least thought it was a good idea at the time. 99% of the actual time i can't even remember that. it's both incredibly amusing & excruciatingly annoying at the same time. but at least when i read some of them back at some point i can think to myself: "who wrote this? was this guy on crack?". when i realise it was me, & no i wasn't, aren't & don't ever intend to be. ever. i think, "hey. go me". then i dance a little dance. smile a little smile. and share the inside wall to my head with an ususpecting world. i am so, so sorry. now that we are over it, here it is. whatever that turns out to be. this time it's, well, erm... something. at some point i guess there'll be something else.
apparently, jesus didn't have a barber.
here is something called the diary of twattedness. now i have no idea what most of it means, additionally i will make no apologies for the bad grammar, punctuation, spelling, and general presentation of it. however, i found it the other day. i don't know why but it made me chuckle. you'll probably hate it, but have a read anyway. if you're wondering why it's all mixed up and confusing, it's because i was all mixed up and confused at the time. that's the nicest way to say it. lets just leave it at that. it has been edited slightly, as there were bits which were just too incomprehensible and unecessary even for me. :)