July 15, 2010
July 13, 2010
dark night of the soul
It’s just struck me that if someone searched the internet for dnots and website, or dark night of the soul and website, wefail wouldn’t even come up in the results for being the designers of the design….of dnots. So I guess I should post this to rectify the dnots ( dark night of the soul) website design search conundrum!
But it seems unfair, nay, cheap, to leave you this way. So I shall riff you a dnots unrelated story. I just had chips, ham & egg. It was delicious, but I think I overdid the ketchup. While I was eating it I was thinking …man, I wonder if putting in dark night of the soul (dnots) and design, even brings us up on Google. That’s just the way my mind likes to roll.
July 2, 2010
I’ll run away with you
We’ll catch the train to anywhere, nowhere, to Bolton. I’ll pack sandwiches, yours will of course be vegetarian (ultimately consisting of cheese and lettuce), mine may be beef pate..it depends what I have in the cupboard. We’ll sleep side by side, arm in arm, though I’ll keep one eye open for the guard, with our tickets held cautiously in my hand. I would hate to lose them. We’ll pass Housing Units of Chadderton and I’ll think of the cheap night lamp I bought there that never worked, on the table, by the bed, in the house with the mortgage that we chose together because we were so sick of renting.
I’ll nudge you awake and we’ll get off at Bury. I’ll throw the sandwiches in the bin and we’ll make our way back home.
June 10, 2010
But it’s no joke, it’s doing us harm
You know we can’t sleep, we can’t stop our brain. It took us three weeks, we were going insane.
June 3, 2010
June 2, 2010
dads army
I wanted to sit in my garden, just for 5 minutes. For some air and a bit of a break. But no, I can’t do that, because World War 2 Fred marches around his garden at all hours…looking for stray neighbours to unload his verbal gattling gun upon.
He nailed me good and proper, I was only one foot out the backdoor, but he sniped me and took me down. 1 hour later and my ears are ringing through hearing the same story about his platoon approaching Berlin to corner Hitler. I think Fred could have possibly talked the Nazis into submission. They probably streamed from the bunker, ears bleeding, with Fred close behind, talking. I sometimes want to tell him the war’s over, but I fear he would attack me.
May 29, 2010
fade to grey
It’s always depressing when another badass goes, because in today’s miserable world, up and coming badasses are over managed, restyled, toned down and homogenized into something uniformly fucking boring. We are a generation of grey people.
Though to be fair, Speed fucking sucked.
April 21, 2010
dandy poems
after I removed her head
I put it in a pot
and went to bed
I had it on the low boil
I slept well, alone in my room!
in the morning it was so soft
that I could eat it with a spoon
April 19, 2010
quicksilver
I was training on my bike with 2 other gentlemen, approaching a valley we saw another cyclist descending at speed. Hatefully we dropped into the valley after him and pushed hard to get a good speed up. The man was lame, going half our speed and about to get a fly-by that would knock him off his stupid fucking bike. He looked all ungainly and bandy legged, pedaling like a clown in a circus.
We curled up to gain speed and hammered forward, rocketing swiftly up the sloth like moron’s arse.
It was then that I noticed the man had no legs. He was cycling on carbon prosthetics from the thigh down, painfully pushing his stumps into each pedal revolution.
We shot by in unison, a perfect machine, and high fived each other as we left him for dead.
April 5, 2010
dandy poems
the stroke and distance were right
now choke, no resistance no fight
there’s a human head sitting on a plate
I dared the turkey, in his shirt sleeves and top hat, to turn on the light
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