Chameleon

Unobtrusive, unnoticed, does his bit without complaint.
Not entirely unappreciated, though possibly underrated is his part within the system.
Self-sufficient, yet in need of new scenes to attach to so as to allow growth and diversify ability.
Constant alterations, he's never home for long.
Becomes unknown, unrecognised.
Unwelcome.
Not the person he's been.

I SO stole this

Your 1920's Name is:

Leota Verda

What's Your 1920's Name?

Tonguing the Cheek

Without wanting to add a sour note to all the fabulousness below, would people, bots etc please refrain from junk comments on this blog? I just can't be bothered with deleting twaddle each time I deign to bother to consider doing something with it. They break my concentration when I've thought of something too brilliant to comprehend to post (see below)
It's just not cricket, y'know?

Gravenhurst Diary

Pretty Noise

HAIR!

Got some spare cash? Buy the original London cast soundtrack to HAIR! Alternatively, cut your own, or get a friend to do it for you. Cheap fun for everyone.

Equal Rights

Everyone should have the right to express their love and commitment to their chosen life partner, and be able to prove their commitment and offer security through the medium of marriage.

Marriage is love.

Saviour Spider

The most hazardous thing related to owning a bathroom, as many may know, is the multitude of bugs and pondlife that lie secretly resident within its many hidden crevices. Many bathroom owners are able to luxuriate in their baths, most satisfied in the knowledge that their resident beasties are mostly too fearful to make their existence known in the presence of the bathrooms largest benefactor.
Unfortunately, I myself do not suffer from this particular luxury. All too frequently I have found myself sharing my cleansing time with various insects and alike, in particularly, those known as woodlice, several of which measure significantly larger than my biggest toe. This can be somewhat disconcerting for someone of moderately diminutive stature, and thusly, I have found myself to be inflicting violent or unpleasant demises on these creatures. Previously, I had taken much time and care to ensure the safe capture and despatch of intruding woodlice, but with the increasing frequency of intrusions from increasingly large louse folk, I must admit, to my detriment, I panicked. I resorted to washing them down the drain or sweeping them up with a dust-pan and brush, which no doubt must have caused untold damage to their health and lungs.
Then one day I returned from a short break at my parents. Upon entering the bathroom, I noted there had been a distinct alteration in the balance of power within the miniature life-form fraternity. No longer was the floor littered with the larger woodlice engaging leisurely in their customs of social interaction, instead found there to be an alarmed contingent of small and still smaller lice, rushing to and from the radiator behind the door.
At first glance, it appeared that several of the larger lice had somehow managed to incapacitate themselves within the weave of an old, dusty web. But upon closer inspection I discovered that it was an invisible newly spun trap which was distressing these small beasts. But for all their struggles, no predator appeared, only smaller lice could be seen to attend the victims.
And then she struck. She, who was to become known as Roberta, did not appear to appear, but it was quite apparent to the eye that a sinister factor had been added to the drama that made the woodlouse's struggle all the more desperate.
Outside the window, clouds shifted, and a sudden shaft of light exposed her, Roberta.
The speck of dust, was not bouncing on the web in response to the struggles of the louse, but was in fact causing the louse distress. And the fine strands that secured this speck to the web, weren't spider silk, but spider legs.
Enthralled, I watched her elegantly entangle the stricken louse, manipulating the creature with speedy mesmeric motion. Outside, again the light shifted, leaving the louse, to my eyes, impossibly suspended between linoleum and iron. Shortly, the louse no longer struggled, the web barely vibrating with its attempts to escape from Roberta's swaddling-like shroud.
A few hours later, I found the bathroom desserted, and no sign of life, save a few dark specks and tiny legs, scattered behind the door.

Smile

Shrapnel deposits few and far between
Oiled tempers, ragged and frayed
Court ignition, tempting flames
Impetuous orders, patience despaired
Rejection of process, Like fuck they care
For courtesy, coordination?! Orchestration of a plan.
Out of their hands, panic ensues
Not to be forgotten, overlooked, unknown or disregarded
Is their presence potent to those they wish cared
Is their significance diminished by the way that they stare
Scowls try burning, barely scald the air
The swelling indifference of those in control
Leaves nervous eyes mapping the clock
Shivers, shouts, shuffles, muffle the bells toll
For the alcooled crowd, joining the flock

tbc..

Lynne Frederick

Soap Opera

Flickering flames of burning names
Of situations never born
Of complications discarded in the face of potential cut dead
Burning brightly against blushing skies
The energetic deaths of wasted lives

Three weeks in...

As I sit and wait for memo plates
Rubber bands slowly congregate
Around my shortly resided desk
I watch them advance towards my neck
Slow winds blow in alternation
Spreading, Encouraging the congregation
Dispersed, to many, They seem to be
Laying with paperclips haphazardly
But observations and experience know
A lacky bands’ hunt is slow
Long
Stretched
And measured
Til snap! It slaps me on the wrist
Just when I least expected it

Winged Rats

Across the square through Venetian blinds
And vertical lines
I spy her rarely
But daily I reason she must appear
Yet it would seem I’m distracted here
Pigeons perched precede the view
As she glances through the room
Closet doors swing I assume drawers hang as tails fan wings span they surge
Across the air reserved for my contemplation
The outcome is unknown
Minutes pass moments grow Discussed in my head the possible ways
That your time be employed during my day

Random

Random night
Random sight
Pulling close and holding tight
Unknown eyes
Unknown lies*
Unknown broken
Bonds and ties
Feted lips
Wanton hips
Voracious quarry
Hell-shit sorry
Please don’t worry

{pause}

Not y’self but I
Sure cant cry

Don’t Try
for fear*
But
She left
you see
And

{would seem}

Took me
Leaving me
Transparent Translucent
surface Tension scratching the slivers together
intimating intensity
Emitting fallible propensity

To run

Don’t learn to love me Rise above me Show forgiveness For all my glibness

That brought You here
See and know All this show This, apparent understanding
Burns with the dew
I don’t know you
Anymore No further gore do we either need
Heed this

Just leave Cool.

Carving

Pinstripe tears
Stained my face
Disolving hope
Flooding the void

Habitat Hash

For too many pounds
Con-tempted to own
Was I a Habitat Hash.
Presented by you
Paint veins drip-dragged
Entangled shades diluted, disframed
Deposited Lakes of Brown

Rothko

Restaurant art/ Oppressed, discarded, modern disillusioned culinary Consumers/ Clouded windows contained in Grey/ Post expanded debt Ridden fingers, skilless, indisposed/ Benches breathing abused by bodies A-linety/ Crawling kisses, reduceful depths of Black descend/ Surface Scarred by Blue/ Caught clawing inconspicuous contact/ Vision impaired By the vociferous dirge of mouths impressing scant knowledge, Incomplete depression/ Co-ordinated intuitive White cloth, uniform Moth/ Drawn by struggling flames of futile fornicated dregs, elusive Dreams/ Solfusion relit offset from occasion/ Unique existance tortured Repetitive, desperate to replay, repent, rekindle, reignite/ Lovers seat Breaking part, forcing division, claiming false start/ Reproduced thoughts Internalised sought, forcefully shunned, depart

Airhead

Air You are 60% Extroverted and 57% Chaotic

Virtue - Air people possess the virtue of knowledge. This does not mean they are more intelligent than anyone else but are generally well rounded and informed. They are good communicators. Most have a good grasp of the language and generally know a little something about everything. They have good personalities and are easy to get to know. Core - These are mentally inclined people. They actively acquire knowledge through experience, education and association. They are curious, have initiative, are original, generally are well-disciplined and are quick thinkers. Nature - They rationalize by thinking things out rather than being influenced by emotional or physical factors. They enjoy any type of entertainment where they can use their intellectual capacity and their ability to think quickly and accurately often gives them the upper hand. Drives - These people have a tendency to judge themselves very harshly. They have certain standards they set for themselves such as hygiene, the way they dress, education, job performance and family. Vice - When angered, they resort to trickery. These people are crafty, under handed and ingenious when it comes to evil. They are also prone to physical violence. They carry a grudge, and they are quick to express their opinion and are very opinionated.

My test tracked 2 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 85% on Extroverted You scored higher than 99% on Chaotic

Link: The Which Element Are You? Test written by daemongod81485 on Ok Cupid

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Me Again...

ENFP

11% slightly expressed extrovert
38% moderately expressed intuitive personality
12% slightly expressed feeling personality
44% moderately expressed perceiving personality

Ruth

Section Four

The regulars had not been seen for days, not since their co-existence had been become conscious of, and the relationships calculated. Their singular multi-layered presence could not accommodate unknowns; interference threatened most certain trespasses against them. But the red anorak could try, outcast and brought to bear with tumultuous synchronicity. Riled by the knowledge that had bred fear, despairing that experience had not unfurled the house to innocent possibilities, but rather it had become a bastion against the ingenuously naïve.

Part 3

The opposite side of the road offered a different view of the Corner House. Walking uphill against a bright bitter breeze seemed to present it in a different light. Mascara flakes dislodged by wind stung tears obscured new ideas that were often induced, but couldnt be drawn to conclusion on this frequent short journey. Reaching the familiarly stifling central heating dispersed clues to the allusion that could never be reached. The walk found reality too quickly.

But this was the opposite side of the road, the opposite direction, drowned in unremitting daylight. Could it stand so indifferent? Were other factors necessary to incur the disquiet and dispel the acceptance? Surely at this time and this distance, all would be stripped naked and laid bare, yet it was more unyielding than before. Shrouded in its own candour.

Me

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The Next Bit

Conversely, a leather jacket is drawn down the path, replete with cockroach leaves discarded by the front border shade. Bent below the bows, she waits, shifting each day through a kaleidoscope of diminishing colour, the dull dawn of eternity gathering salaciously.

Work In Progress

The Corner House.

Two hundred years of suburban dilapidation documented on a High Street corner. A centre of stagnation radiating circles of silence, preserved by a fairisle sweater.
Thursday evenings, a red anorak presides obstinate, two feet from the kerb whispering desperate pleas at the passing disaffected. Striding to remain unchanged, a shoulder slung jacket makes haste down the lane to evade his spiralling disquiet.

Honeymoon Nude

John Currin (1998)

Backwards Balaclava

As seen on a bloke.

At first it would appear that this is a smart lil woolly hat with space for a ponytail, for those concerned with having lumpy woollen heads. It is, IN FACT, a rolled up balaclava worn backwards. I know this because the man wearing it ran up and told me, so as to correct me after I had pointed out a 'cool woolly hat with space for a ponytail' very loudly whilst walking down the street behind him.

Dont Drink Cheap Gin

Dont drink cheap Gin, it will empty your gut and make you thin!
Seriously though, it be bad bad shit. The toilet bowl will resemble a pillow and you'll fight anyone who dare tries to inform you to the contrary. And the hangover is too bizarre, the residual intoxication convincing you that a Lord of the Rings marathon is a Great! idea, and despite plotting Frodo's death within the first 20 minutes, you continue to subject yourself to the torture, because it has to be a good idea, because you thought of it, so how can it be bad?

Jo, Alice, Nai, Lou.

Fringey

Two days ago, whilst lying in bed, I decided I wanted a fringe. So with the aid of some shiny kitchen scissors I cut one in. Now my hair is straight and fringey. Although trying to run my fingers through it might cause an accidental amputation. For this reason Im on a quest for an industrial strength comb, to that this day be dedicated.

Yes

I am a Lumberjack...with definite issues...


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Paint Pastiche

Emma and I

Eek!

This is a rather scary concept that was put to me, but I care not enough for it to restrain me. I shall use this electro-log to chart various experiments with photographs and other personal interests, so as to be able to analyse my own artistic progression... and its somewhere for me to post pictures of my mates.