Monday, January 30, 2006
He Is In Hospital

forgot to run with the baby in my arms to see someone in the room upstairs, i ran too quickly, after the room of rails of new clothes where we spent a time, picking an orange and green baby grower made of wool in the darkness, spent time holding him in my arms, choosing a brightly coloured jumper, checked with the image of a smiling sun...In the next scene I ran up the stairs forgetting the newborn baby had followed me, saw his face as he fell, as i turned and i ran back down quickly see-ing him lie on the floor, and picked him up and held...and woke up...

My left arm had been aching for two days, kept holding it up in the air as was certain I was going to have a heartattack...In fact woke him up, as my heart turned for a second and told him I was gonna call an ambulance, kept phone by my bed just in case...it still ached on Sunday, I thought 'please I'm too young to die'...

Kept it off by relaxing in pub with a hamlet cigar, (because I did not inhale it, just held it in my mouth, tastes great havent smoked a cigar for years) and drank mulled wine, even though the 'mulled wine canister' wasn't working until I hit the button, and said 'STOP' (cause it was a red light)...woke up Sunday arm was fine...Finally saw the news Sunday night...

Old Pictures

Did You Beat Up My Dad?

Sunday, October 30, 2005
Did You Beat Up My Dad?

My Dad has some crazy scar in the middle of his monobrow like some kinda Charlie Manson X, like some stuff I read in the bible about men with scarred foreheads, but I forget what that's about; righteousness, I presume.

He also has a deep wired weird purple and red and blue scar on his waist. It looks like a homemade tattoo. Yes, I've been teasing him.

He got them, apparently, from running after some Bush. Ah, no, sorry running through bushes after that crazy cigarette eating dog Alfie.

Now I have decided to give up smoking, tomorrow; gum, because dog saliva is certainly no kind of elixir. Something new every day.

Goodnight.

Thursday, March 16, 2006

that picture i have, arms out, a face invisible but the body of a mans, and another image of one woman, with her hair flowing, just that image i saw, nothing else...and the rays of snow breaking out of a little heart....it's not a representative it's real

And that night, this week was real and that meeting was real. And she has gone too.

and i have given up.

and it's snowing again

I feel so ill on this pill, i have had to lie down it's only 10 past nine, and i can't even cry properly but i am.

i feel sick, esthanomes arosto...