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When Light Creates Dark
Yesterday afternoon I got back on my metaphoric Horse and did a bit of art. A few years ago I used to keep regular dream diaries which I obsessively illustrated and filled with a plethora of disturbing and surreal imagery. I’d spent most of my life having generally...
The Return
My old webshite suffered an embarrassingly long hiatus, I’m going to avoid having that happen again. Fortunately for me, authoring software for the everyday pleb has improved a great deal so I’m able to add the kind of content I’d always wished to without having to...
Game Boy
Personal Top 10 ‘Wow’ Moments In Gaming. I was initially inspired to write this entry after responding to a post in the boards of www.thesixthaxis.com I’ve also felt a little guilty at having a blog and hardly doing anything with it. I’ve resolved to be a little more...
Mr Opinionated Speaks
Good Music/Shite Music The other day I arrived at my boss, Marcus’s workshop to discover that he was listening to music by Gaelic rockers ‘The Cranberries.’ He was listening to the album ‘Trying to take a shit in the desert while a giant eye watches’ I never cared for...
It all starts here.
It all starts here. I made this little clip for the amusement of my sister Lauren , after I discovered last Christmas that she understood my impression of our Mother’s face when she would express anger or disappointment. I always remembered how Mum could sum her...
Mr & Mrs Grim. 2008
Mr & Mrs Grim. from hiabex303 on 8tracks Radio. 2008 What a year! It was a rollercoaster ride of stone chiselling, a near death almost-tragedy the night before my wedding, a restorative honeymoon in Mexico, a return to intensive career training and a creeping of...
Punctuation.
When my wife dies, my heart will die. I will bury them in the grounds of our home and watch the Lotus tree grow from the place where they lay. I will wait as long as it takes and then what's left of me will die also. I shall then be the gentle breeze that swirls and...
Decorating Satan.
It seemed that I had been left with no option other than to have a face off; a showdown with the big man downstairs. I would have been pleased to find myself in any other scenario rather than this, but circumstances had made my conflict with Lucifer non-negotiable. So...
The Borough.
The residents of the filthy borough called Wayward Heath were not amused. Their new supermarket had been unveiled; it was a hulking boob of filthy concrete with grime-encrusted windows. Its brickwork colourfully tainted with obscenities and illegible scrawl. It was...
Oh Brother.
Skate boarding in the haze of yellow street light, down the longest hill in Bristol. The Devonshire hotel with its less than satisfactory credentials. A large angry wasp crawled from the curtain fold. The menacing man who became more elderly as the minutes passed by....