::@:: Reality of Dreams ::@::

…not that me forgetting things is in any way unusual.

I have seen 300 (actually saw it last Friday)… and lo, it was good… leather speedo’s and all… although I haven’t seen that many oiled hunks of man flesh in… well…. ever to be exact. Anyhoo… do not go expecting a deep historical piece of high cinema which explores the philisophical and moral sturctures of teh Spartan or even teh Pesian empires…. this is a comic book adaption in its purest form.

Also, I have, thanks to Andrew, played the PS3… and lo, it was good… no leather speedo’s this time REALLY want one now, but first I think I should get myself a new PC, I’m beginning to think my laptop, for all the thousands of miles its travelled its one year, is, well its feeling tired… if you can get my drift. Whats worse is my warranty ran out a few days ago so now if anything does go thats it… well except that one RAM chip which I just got.

What else… I’ve actually done some paid business, which was nice, and some unpaid business but that was so I could put my details on their poster as a free advert so hopefully it should be worth it. Still looking for a house. I saw a flat in Dunfermline which although spacious was not in that great a nick and was very dark. Normally this isn;t too big a problem but it felt dark and depressing and since I a, hoping to work from home this, combined with my “whistful melchony” (thanks Bill Bailey!) would probably not do me any real favours. I’m waiting to hear if I can go view a cottage about 30 minutes drives from Gorgie, if its nice, and they’ll have me, I think I will go for it… that is of course if I can get broadband, I’ve gotta have my priorities

You know, I’m in the mood for some new music, but cash being tight that is not an option… also Wesley Owen hardly sticking any decent music these days doesn’t help. Of course by decent I mean my kind of decent which would probably induce ear bleeding in many. Thinking about it is funny how my tastes have morphed and changed through my life, some have left, some have wained, some have stayed with me It annoys me that to really get some decent Christian music (I do listen to non-Christian music as well… proabably about 50/50, if you take out classical music) I need to order from the States.

Anyway it getting really late and I’m not getting any more tired so I had better force myself to sleep. But I will leave you with the beautiful love song of Bill Bailey… LINK
And if you want the words….

I was alone,
my heart was cold,
it was a stone,
My soul was lonely like a stone there was no moss.

And when I danced,
I danced alone,
But then I did not dance,
because I was alone,
so I did not dance.

I shuffled through life invisible to all the happy couples
Who would mock me with their merry laughter - ha ha ha.
The only sound I heard in my lonely silent world was the rusty hammer of my heart,
nailing at the hatrid of my soul…

But then you came…
And my life was turned upside down.
You showed me the beauty of the things that I had never seen like,
The snowflake that melts on the eyelash of a startled deer.
Or the painting of a dog that wears a deerstalker and smokes a pipe that made you laugh so heartily,
but I had previously thought was rubbish.
Or the duck that lands so clumsily on the frozen pond in Winter,
but the intoxicating power of our love transforms this simple act into an anthropomorphic drama.
Where Mr Duck is embarrassed and the other ducks are laughing. (quack, quack, quack.)

And then you left.
And I died a thousand deaths and I will die a thousand more.
And I thought you were an angel but you turned out to be a whore.
And everything has turned to dust and everything is infected with a plague
Why did you have to sleep with Craig?
‘Oh, he’s so sensitive, he’s got a tattoo’
Yeah, carving your name with a compass on my forehead was not enough for you!

The snowflake on the eye of the deer has turned to pus that oozes from an open wound…
The deer now blinded stumbles into a ravine.
The duck lays shredded in a pancake, soaking in the hoi sin of your lies.
The dog has moved from a pipe to 60 cigarettes a day and coughs his life away in the cold neon research lab of your betrayal.

Of your betrayal!

And just because its there - ANOTHER, and ANOTHER