November 2nd, 2010

Monday 1st November 2010.


A blank screen,a blank new month...yesterday in a fit of madness i pictured a strange tale through the erotic strands of my mind, that i would blog everyday of this new month.I sit here now on the right hand of a glass of chardonnay, around my ears string the sounds of Joy Division...." Love will tear us apart "..is the glass half full or half empty a really tired old cliche, only fit for repetitive transcripts..i lift the glass the chardonnay, it drifts as much as the tune slims across the airwaves...i neither want the wine to finish,or the simple song of luv to cascade amongst the four walls that surround me.
I swirl the last of the wine around the glass,i look at the clock,i press repeat...and so life lingers on, November takes its coarse the three sisters of fate bang the drum, fancy feet,in melancholy foot work swirl around the pivot of life,does this not shake off the three sisters wisdom, is this the same wisdom screeched from the three witches in Macbeth, is this shining hope,of which i read...
I move on " The Undertones " " Teenage Kicks "...was ever i once one of those.." the best i ever had..."..or perhaps i choose both.

Tuesday 2nd November 2010.


A glass of crap rose wine perhaps finishes of the crap day,with crap meaning only the vast amount of raindrops ransacking through my mind,i can stand the wet dripping clothes,the swish of the windscreen wipers on over drive,glaring head lights betraying the lane lizards wandering in demented Huckleberry Fin mode, through the crazy streets which make up this mecca in red brick.
What such drizzle does to the mind is the key factor which alarms myself as i huddle while grasping through such raindrops. For a few seconds i glimpsed a chocolate cake, i giggled to myself for only i could see this thought, whilst stood under the shafting rain seen through the glare of street lights, the chocolate cake did indeed look most interesting.