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It's over, I'm older and the future, I'll hold her. Some time has gone away. I never chased it or turned to face it. Let me learn to embrace it.

I see a cold blue lagoon. There, I can sleep until noon, or swim under the moon. There, your moves can blow chill wind through my lungs, my home. Share my skin, shed my layers.

I see mountains, behind, not where I should go. I see signposts ahead, to where I could go. Show me the line I walk, not how it could have been. Play the future. Again, a new day is coming round.

A fire is coming, but I'll outrun it. I'll believe I've won it, or done it. Find me in foreign seas, away from things I want to leave.

Having placed in my mouth sufficient bread for three minutes' chewing, I withdrew my powers of sensual perception and retired into the privacy of my mind, my eyes and face assuming a vacant and preoccupied expression.

A Peculiar Man

There was nothing unusual in the appearance of Mr. John Furriskey but actually he had one distinction that is rarely encountered—he was born at the age of twenty-five and entered the world with a memory but without a personal experience to account for it.

When Brushing Mouth Stones

If a man stands before a mirror and sees in it his reflection, what he sees is not a true reproduction of himself but a picture of himself when he was a younger man

My Mantra

I discovered that everything you do is in response to a request or a suggestion made to you by some other party either inside you or outside

It may well be that the very attraction immaturity has for me lies in the security of a situation

where infinite perfections fill the gap between the little given and the great promised – the great rosegray never to be had

Give me a wink if you want me to faint It may well be the great rosegray

Talk to me Look at me the great rosegray never to be had

I wish you could see me I crave you The great rosegray The great rosegray

Now I'm crying 'cause I know I can't kiss you infinite perfections fill the gap

Sorry about the carpet Sorry about the egg

People found me funny Now I’m just a joke Some think I'm gay ‘Cause I don't act the bloke But I've had sex with women More than I deserve It’s not in my face And it's not in my words

Eldest of four Not much of a speaker But get me on the floor I'm an attention seeker Yeah I've got my friends More than I deserve But when I'm by myself I get on my nerves

Come and see me and you'll never be lonely: I could be your new best friend

You are. I don't want to insult you.

No no, go ahead. Insult me.

All movement in the universe is caused by tension between positive and negative furies. So when the furies are out of balance, the the people turn into demons and live forever.

This is just so shocking. I mean I must just be so monumentally naive.

You are.

Years ago I promised myself a long vacation. It's time to collect.

Ten years on, how does it feel to have the famous video?

It actually feels great, really. I mean we've seen we know we've influenced people's lives we've changed people's lives It's great To know you've been part of something and know you created something that's had that impact is wonderful actually.

Where has the video taken us as a family?

All over the world, actually. We've been to America to film adverts We've had 10s of people in the house filming adverts! We've obviously gone around the county we've met lots and lots of very interesting people and WE KNOW that lots of very interesting people have also watched the video and written to us

How much money has the video made us?

I think I was quoted a couple of years ago saying that if things progressed and the ways things moved then a million pounds would be a realistic expectation and you know, that's a figure that's worth holding onto

Happy Birthday to Charlie bit my finger


I dare say it might be the most interesting thing on your blog, though you do again, have yours truly to thank for that one.

Thank you, very much appreciated.

At least you're capable of recognising that you're an asshole that engages in pointless arguments. That is definitely one very obvious difference between us, because I write for purpose and I don't argue, and certainly wouldn't be caught dead doing so just for 'the fuck of it' as you seem to be fond of doing.

I never thought of it like that.

You're really quite fragile


You write badly formatted crap post-teen crap


Your posts aren't what I think anyone considers 'an enjoyable read'

Never claimed they were, to be fair to me here.

Until you have this many views on one of your posts (see attachment). The most 'read/established blog', that crown is also mine, especially seeing as 4,000 of those views were made within 3 days. You'll have to try a LOT harder though and quite frankly, I don't think it's possible with the content and style of writing you have.

I never knew such crown existed but it is undoubtedly yours.

You're lucky I don't have half a mind to come back and publicly ridicule you for the cheap hack you are. Well anyone with half a brain will realise after wasting time reading just one of your posts that there's nothing worth commenting on at all.

I am counting my lucky stars tonight.

About Me

I'm not going to work today! Going to count the minutes that the trains run late, sit on the grass building pyramids out of Coke cans.

All the people look like ants from up here!

We love this exaltation!!!

We want the new temptations!!!

It's like a revelation!!!

We live on fascination!!!

Love me till you die

And yet he envied them; the more he became like them, the more he envied them. He envied them the one thing that he lacked and that they had: the sense of importance with which they lived their lives, the depth of their pleasures and sorrows, the anxious but sweet happiness of their continual power to love. These people were always in love with themselves, with their children, with honor or money, with plans or hope. But these he did not learn from them, these child-like pleasures and follies; he only learned the unpleasant things from them which he despised.


The world had caught him; pleasure, covetousness, idleness, and finally also that vice he had always despised and scorned as the most foolish—acquisitiveness. Property, possessions and riches had also finally trapped him. They were no longer a game and a toy. They had become a chain and a burden.

and then

He could no longer distinguish the different voices— the merry voice from the weeping voice, the childish voice from the manly voice. They all belonged to each other: the lament of those who yearn, the laughter of the wise, the cry of indignation, and the groan of the dying. They were all interwoven and interlocked, entwined in a thousand ways. And all the voices, all the goals, all the yearnings, all the sorrows, all the pleasures, all the good and evil, all of them together was the world, all of them together were the streams of events and the music of life.