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Journey.
What a trip. Hello void dwellers, time for another pry? OK, firstly, this site is now up and running due to the kindness of a friend I’ve never met but known digitally since the days of my first website ‘Hellclouds’, heh! Apple ceased hosting last Sunday and hiab-x...
When Dreams Become Nightmares.
Blogging,Music and Bad Movies. Hello again you shadowy anonymous visitors. It seems like a good point to update this blog today. I’m feeling pleased that for now, the format of this web site will remain the same for the foreseeable future. It transpires that moving...
Housekeeping
Briefly updating this website while it quickly approaches its final stages of this current incarnation. I’m quite disappointed that I’ll have to abandon the current format as it has served me well to build a website utilising an assortment of RSS feeds to serve my...
Dress Rehearsal for the Apocalypse. 2011
Dress Rehearsal for the Apocalypse. from hiabex303 on 8tracks Radio. 2011 was a crazy year. Planet Earth got pissy with the homo sapiens and decided to unleash a can of whoop-ass on them. In turn, the humans got arsey with each other in several locations. It was...
Further Education
How To Become A Conservator. Hello again, I haven’t counted how many months it has been since last writing this blog but It feels like a few. This is mainly down to the fact that I’ve had to knuckle down and pay attention to completing my education. You may recall...
The Book of the Future
Boba Squat got off from work early and came to meet me in a dusk zone. He seemed a little bothered, somewhat grumpy. I asked him what was up but he declined to comment. “Here...” he said “Take a look at this book.” He handed me a coffee table style publication, it was...
Fragment #2
In the hinterland I begin to realise that my feet are equally at home in this world and another.
Fragment #1
“After I’d entered the art gallery - come cafe, my attention was quickly drawn to the flowery woman sucking my big toe. For fucks sake! Why was she sucking my bloody toe ?! How inappropriate.”
Johnny Juice.
*Judith Kirkland’s Little Emporium of Surreal Ephemera seemed to be doing well, located in the shade of St.Andrew’s in that fine city of Norwichsmouth. A small brass bell tinkled as I strolled through the front door and saw her beaming skeletal smile as a first point...
The End of the Line.
I found myself lying in an surgical operating theatre. Looking down the length of my body I could see that I had become bones, like some excavated remains from an archeological dig spread out in order on a metallic table. How could I have reached this point? To my...