21 years old, Art Student, Illustrator, Photographer, Writer, Thinker, Existentialist.

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Monday, 28 November 2011

Shelter from the Storm

Where would we be without the man at the bar?
It would be like The Smiths without Johnny Marr.

We've all come to see
a man about a dog,
Standing at the bar with
a glass full of grog,
Shelter from the elements;
protection from the fog,
A toast to the warmth
ends a 9 to 5 slog.

Respite and company, two things
you won't need luck to find.
An hour at the bar will
grant you peace of mind,
Just what you need after
the monotonous daily grind,
A hot meal and a chance to unwind.

He enjoys the crowd at the
good ol' West,
Talking away, cradling his
pint of Golden Best
The humble pub, otherwise known as
the traveller's rest.
Think of it as home,
a place to nest.

Where would we be without the man at the bar?
It would be like The Beatles without Ringo Starr.

Saturday, 19 November 2011

And I Think to Myself, What a Wonderful World.

A police car pulls up, Adam is bundled
inside. As the police car drives away the
spider places one of his many arms around
Alan, "Adam was just a fool who tried real
cool," Alan says. On the way to the police
station flashbacks of the fight replay in
Adam's mind, the bruise under his eye
'Never again will I drink two Lemsip's in
quick succession', Adam thinks. Adam puts
a hand on the policeman's shoulder, "It
was the Lemsip's guv, that's what done it."

Friday, 11 November 2011

Happy Anniversary

Anniversaries are a pat on the back for being able to put up with someone.

Thursday, 3 November 2011

How Soon Is Now?

This publication project that I'm doing, the plan is to illustrate the things I have written using typography and collage. At the moment I'd say I was going through a creative block, I'm probably exaggerating but I don't feel enthusiastic about anything. I mean, I've accomplished many things in the past few years and I've done well for myself even if I think that I haven't.
I'm not sure what instigated this 'block', but constantly being told about family quarrels isn't helping matters. Another thing that preys on my my mind is that I'm never good enough, this is stupid because it is pointless worrying about such things; things always work out.
I think what seems to have fucked me up more than anything is the F-word (family). Right now there are things going on back "Home" and which I'm told about, it may sound heartless and cold but I really couldn't care less. I have my own life and problems to think about, whatever is going on there has nothing to with me; I'm not a part of it.
As soon as I finish my course I doubt I'll speak to my Mum again, the reason why I have to do so is because I need forms signing. That sounds really bad, doesn't it? It's ridiculous when you aren't classed as independent and you're living away from home receiving no support whatsoever from your Mum.

Tuesday, 1 November 2011

If I Was a Drug Dealer #3

I'd hand out business cards laced with LSD. I'd dispense them from my mouth like a human PEZ.