Some time ago, I can't remember exactly when, I was inspired to coin the phrase you now see in my avatar and my signature - 'Sometimes, only a cow will do.' The phrase was a response to an initial phrase I once used from the internet - 'Life is like an artichoke. I don't know why, it just is. Inspired to create a nonsensical philosophical phrase myself, I made the cow thing. And then during a spur of laughter and nonsense filled hours past midnight, fueled by no narcotics ...
Love cannot be found at the centre of your heart. A beating pulsing organ of blood for guts and organs. Which has a function and a timer, a best before and use by date. Love cannot be found in the depths of your eyes, as eyes no matter how deep a window to the soul can see too clearly to be loves guide. As love is blind. ironically some say love is heartless, with its unrelenting pace, general lack of taste and failure to see that certain things can never be. Perhaps then love ...
Just wetting my feet in the whole world of blogging and forum posting that I left behind years ago. It is a shame when real life gets in the way of screwing around on the internet with people you don't know. Not that real life has lagged at all. In fact, I am less busy now than when I was messing with it back in the day. Hmm...I wonder why I stopped. Probably just became bored of people, they tend to get on my nerves. Anyway, this is basically just a test post that either no one will respond to ...
Your death clock’s counting, Five. Four. Three. Simple minds fill mine with glee. Down the alley and through the day, Here comes sacrifice, With a baby named prey. Take my hand I’ll guide you well, Through the light that blinds, To the pits of hell. Remember my name, And take great heed, As I remind you of your once great deed. As ominous as a black feathered swan. Your death ...
Episode 13 of The Dark InSpectre is now online, in which our hero realizes even the most fearless of inspecters is rendered gutless when it comes to one thing: women. Here's an excerpt: My hand jerked on the wheel and I almost swerved off the road. I took my foot off the gas and got the car under control, along with my breathing, which had suddenly stopped. The conjecture had been completely logical, but the implications were staggering. “Slow down Jack,” I muttered ...
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