At this very moment, I'd love to hear the song Been Alone so Long by Peter Hammill. It seems to sum up the evening though it really, rationally has not been so long since I have been alone. Just over three days. Funny how time can scrape and maul your senses. It seems like years, decades. And she transforms herself into the one who can survive her run of the mill world, the world I am very rarely allowed to see - HoneybunÃÂčka land. I am not very happy about the September memory of her calling & ...
Breakfast time! Darling is showering again, which is a prime time to write, don'tcha think? A great deal of yesterday was spent with the grandparents, chowing down, chatting, and poking whenever possible. Poking is one of the favourite pastimes of my darling, and, apparently, her grandfather. Directness has taken on a new dimension in this family, let me tell ya! During the ending portion of lunch, I was barraged, by proxy, with a series of "personal" questions, culminating in my thoughts about children in ...
Krnov in a makeshift couchbed as the timid girl of my dreams takes a long morning shower. I am happy as a child in this place. Trains carried me satisfactorily to the small but unassuming railway station yesterday. I disembarked and walked hand in hand with Jana through the town, taking a long way, finally arriving here where I have recently given up on sleeping and plan to pursue vigorously the new day. Xmas day, according to the legends, they all say. Meeting the family can always be an awkward situatio...
My woman lies in the other room on the bed with a book. The only words she has spoken to me since I returned from work were sarcastic or scurrilous. She claims her mood springs from our Skype chat earlier. I invited her to go to a film tonight and she asked why I liked sitting down so much. She said she'd go, but I have to go to power yoga with her in return. I told her I would not feel comfortable in a group exercise environment (which is certainly true) and she was patently offended, it seems. W...
At this moment, a techno/hip hop version of Zarozinia by Hawkwind is permeating the office from the speakers attached to the laptop of my officemate, Petr. Well, what should I expect, really, considering the abortion I heard yesterday? (Baba ORiley by The Who.) I yearn for the peace of my own office space. So ...
Strange how these days remind me of six years prior. SIX YEARS! Can I enumerate the situations which have held me in limbo since then? They are not to be numbered. They cannot be. I shall go out to smoke a cigarette, down the spiral stairs and onto the parking lot. Delivery men will watch me passively. Oh, the boss is here. What shall I do? If I have to sit here all day doing nothing important, I shall squeeze my own liver out of my torso and feed it to the bastards who make me live a life which is unimpor...
This is really just a test post, so don't get your hopes up for something deep, philisophical, lurid or otherwise interesting at all. My desk is a bordel. My brain is foggy with notions which are half-formed. I need to flee my workplace and hop on bus 49, on which I'll be sped away to a liaison (sortof) with bus 44, which will whisk me to a patch of cement which is within 7 minutes walk of my place. I should definately implement "multiple topics" per entry. I am wondering about the user interface, howe...
I have just finished a rather large plate of millet, dates, honey and pears. My stomach is relatively happy. I shall most probably be late to work again since I am procrastinating that diabolical shower thing, but no-one will say a word when I arrive. They will only place aggrivated glances on my back at poisoned times during the day.
This appears to be the first entry in the brand new, fantastic, orgasmic Fucksheep Blog. May more come with regularity. Ooouh, baby.
...> Note: The subject line is a quote from 29/1/2006 by Habosh. It's Saturday morning in the semi filthy flat I share with Habosh. He is still lolling and groaning in his room whist I sit in the combination kitchen-everything room scribbling and contemplating the tea, bramborovy salat and tuna sitting before me. My flatmate finished off the perfect *Indian Pulan* I concocted yesterday after stumbling home from one of his thrice weekly pub nights at circa 3.30 (I was already holed up in my room, covered tight...
I received books from MENSHEVIK this morning after waiting a week expectantly. I began The Long Walk by Slavomir Rawicz and was impressed from the first page. What a brilliant idea the Soviets had to give their prisoners overlarge trousers with no buttons or ties under the assumption that someone concerned with holding their pants up would be less likely to concentrate on escaping! **Music:** Neu! - Hallogallo ...
Xmas day boredom and Solnitchka inspired this. **1.** I am sterile. **2.** I have a child that I have never met. **3.** I like wearing non-matching socks. **4.** I worked in the porn business. **5.** I don't like porn at all. **6.** Genmaicha tea is my favourite drink. **7.** Very strong English (especially American) accents annoy me. **8.** I was baptised twice. **9.** I am an atheist. **10.** Capitalism disgusts me. **11.** The only things I like to do on a beach are smoke, drink wine and be in...
