Wednesday, December 9, 2020

Friday, December 4, 2020

She'll be coming round the corner when she comes...




  I keep having dreams about a young very dark haired woman. She is not very tall and of medium build. I never see her face but am very aware of her affection for me. I'd say she was around 20 years old maybe. She is starting to get frisky. I wonder what tonight brings ? Ive read stories about this kind of thing and it seems there could be a real life reason for these dreams. She is not my type at all, but she's all fired up and ready to go. This could be a December thing. A Solstice Winter darkness thing.

Self sabotage

  As the days shorten I begin to get a growing urge to buy hand tools. There is a deep pleasure and satisfaction to this. I guess this goes hand in hand with my  fixing bug that also grows with December. I am on a sliding scale here and it will end in tears by Christmas. The compulsion to tinker gets over whelming and my judgement worsens. Team this up with the entropy that grows daily until New Year and I will do something I regret...

Tuesday, December 1, 2020

Stop me if i am wrong ?

 If a wise man today disregards what he considered to be a truth years ago... and if I today am undecided on the merits of said subject...does this make ME ahead of him on the curve ? If i am undecided I am not falling foul of any falsehood. The future is not set in concrete

Saturday, November 14, 2020

Kate Bush - Wuthering Heights - Official Music Video - Version 2


Well i wasnt expecting to post this today, but at around dusk the weather turned so mild and humid and the clouds so billowing and dirty grey that there was an over whelming feeling of the month of March in the air. It felt as though Spring was approaching as it does just before lambing time. Almost as though a window or portal had opened.

Friday, November 6, 2020

Obtusely Queezy Uneasy






Hollow moon illuminates the naked sky. Low watt dirty yellow half moon shines tonight. An atmosphere of subtle sorrow.. and loss.

Wednesday, November 4, 2020

Marc Almond - The Days Of Pearly Spencer



First true days of Winter. Snow on the hill tops. Are we what we've become or what we started as ?