Silence on Sunday

This is Tom. Well, it isn’t Tom, but it’s Tom in Tom’s mind. Tom’s busy mind. Sometimes, it’s best just to let the mind go. Clear itself and be clear.

This is Thomasina. Thomasina is Tom’s Inner Woman. She shares the same mind space as Tom in Tom’s mind. She looks absolutely nothing like Tom. Neither does Tom (in Tom’s mind).

This is Tombie. Tombie is Tom’s Inner Zombie. He fills the empty mind space which is part of the space shared by Tom in Tom’s mind. And Thomasina. Already the mind space is very cluttered, and very much in need of some space. And peace.

Tom’s mind space is also shared by Tom’s Inner Leader of the Opposition. This is he. Tom’s Inner Leader of the Opposition has lots to say about everything. Even this rubbish post. He always opposes everything.

aDN THis is Fnigers, Toms’ INner Tpyist. Fangers isnt scene veyr often, btu is estr===xtreemly noticiable when he mkaes and appearance.

Tom, this Tom, not those Toms, has released those Toms, so this Tom can have a moment’s peace.

Ahhh.

Just see that tumbleweed.

Bliss.

Keeping Calm and Carrying On (1)

…ooh, how we laughed. It weren’t so much the puddle that made us laugh, but what went in it. She were stood with ‘er back to it, and me, I were face on. It ‘ad stopped rainin’ about an ‘our ago an’ there were about three others inth’ queue beyind. We could see th’bus comin’ over th’brow, but none of us saw th’lorry trundle rarndth corner. It’s them pot ‘ole’s faults. Fancy one bein’ by th’bus stop. Anyway, th’lorry’s wheel went right through th’ole, splashed th’puddle all over th’five of us in th’queue. She took the brunt. The brunt. She were saturated. Saturated, right through to ‘er smalls. I copped it all down one side, and th’others in th’queue caught the muddy splashes. The man width’ paper had to throw it away, it tore right through it. ‘E chuckled first. Then me. Then she started. Before long, we were all ‘owlin’. Like I said, it weren’t th’puddle that tickled us, but th’lorry.  The man width’ paper pointed out what were on th’side: ‘sure to keep you dry longer’. An’ the bus just sailed passed. Out of service. That really set us off…

Eight under two ‘undred words. There we go.

Art ‘n’ Cracks

I will write a post about absolutely anything, it seems!

My mobilius phoneous unceremoniously leapt from my hand earlier today. Other people may describe this as an act of ‘dropping’, but today’s incident was far more than a mere drop.

1) It landed face down (glass-side) on a hard marble surface

2) The crack sound as it landed resonated and reverberated all around

3) A minor earthquake was triggered, such was the extent of the impact

4) Half of the screen stopped working

5) The other half half worked

6) It still connected to my car phone device, so I could still call

7) I cannot retrieve some of my latest photos from the device.

However, I’ve ordered a new replacement which will be here shortly, and have taken a photo of the now wonky screen using one of my other mobile phones. I have a few, just in case.

And on that topic, I think I may invest in a leap-proof case this time as well…

But I can’t help liking the grungy style graphics from the now defunct phone… and when I blur my eye slightly (only one mind!) I think I can see a face in profile. Ah, no… it’s gone again now.

Although fun, it is a rather expensive way to create art, and wouldn’t recommend it for anyone else to make art this way.