aristonaut

Didn't get the job still waiting on some others.
Grrrr!
Still,decide to work on a bit of music/Even have a title for one,Caveman's Cuppa.
And I wish this fuking fly would piss off....Little winged bastard!

WEll,had another job interview yesterday.Nothing great or amazing.
Still being chatrming and relaxed at interview is a good set up for the rest of the week.
Which,will probaby involve me getting fattter and not sleeping.
But hey ho-such is the life of a slob.

As far as the stars can stretch.
Form this gutter wretch .
Into the area of fantasy and fiction.
The things beyond our knowing
Far from that on which we base
our conviction.

I can know you in my mind,
Like I never really could.
I can know the distance,
In the way a god would.

Lines of times writing
Meanings fighting
To the winner...
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Little donkey, my kicking mule.
That tamed the wisps of chill-born
Sparkling spite of temporal length.
Laying ; babe sleep warm, within,
the head-balls of refraction.

Little words, my kicking mule.
Speak spun spokes; through throat
Daggered fluency : Stings!
Oh, how it does its deeds
So clean, so mean , so often

Cough at me!
Oh do so cruel and
Proud!
Cough on me...
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You know,I hardly bother with blogs.But seeing as I'm restless and unable to sleep
I may as well try this bloging thing out.
Been a strange time,loosing my mind then loosing my job,but gaining a new sense of direction.
Feeling good about my artwork and good about the world (for the most part).
So I'm starting to train myself up,drawing wise.With an eye to finding...
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