Tag: Surreal Reality
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So much time, not enough to do…
Now, wouldn’t that be lovely? Lazing around, doing ‘whatever’, ‘whenever’… Unfortunately, at present, it’s a bit of the opposite in the realm of little old I, and in Blogland in particular, where the more familiar version of the quote ‘so much to do, so little time’ is oh so prevalent. However, I must take some…
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The Hole
I’m at the bottom of a very large hole. Right at the very bottom… so far down that I can’t be seen. In fact, I’m that far down, I can’t see anything either. I can’t hear anything. I can’t even think of anything. There’s only me in this place. This void. This darkness. I speak,…
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The Pointless Zombie Post
My Inner Zombie is stirring. Groaning. Muttering and mumbling. It’s pointing long, ravaged, pointy fingers at me as though it has something important it wants to say. Or me to say. It’s hard to tell with Inner Zombies what they actually DO want. It’s also hard to tell if they are male or female, so…
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Near miss?
The date: 27th January 2012 The time: 01.28am The place: Cheshire, North West England. <Clickerty Clack…Clackerty Click> (Imagine the sound of typewriters) <OoOOOoooOoOOOOoooOOOh> (Imagine eerie sounding music) (I’ve just realised those sound effects also look like a train, but never mind) I was fast asleep in bed. I’d got to bed at around 11.30pm (or…
The Mansionic Perspective 