a page from the book of my fantasy

earlier today, spinning.

later that day, walking in the dark.

There is no sin except stupidity. says oscar.

what y'a do that for?

Illusion is the first of all pleasures.

ghostly ghosts

'once i wanted to be the greatest'

procrastination

honey your reputation is shit in this town.

all my life

cover me

i am overjoyed

i am a silent toy

i want to write the time....

i can not hold the line

i want it all now

i want you more

and more

so

EAT.

sleepless

everywhere i go i find that a poet has been there before me

nobody nobody felt like you

never trust a man in a blue trenchcoat

bye lux.

the four corners of a box

we will melt down.

drink glue, make some fire for you

a little voice in the corner, the left behind daughter

we will burn up.

its divine.

Terrence Creedon. One of the Best. 28th May 1965 - 9th October 2011

'how moving friendship is, in its mystery and diversity'. - eddie degas.

little darling, i must confess... i left half my salad last night. - Terrence 1/1/11

WHAT THE FUCK.

sam saves lives

show off.

admission

You know of my plans, and that I execute a current phase at the moment, but my studies will only be for a few years. I have prepared well to enter into an acute shortage area post-study, which offers flexibility of location, in short, an ICT teacher. It is a career path that offers satisfaction, monetary reward, and benefits through short to long term, with secured appreciable pension. My area of hygiene lapse (in earlier years), thru the current study phase, offending teeth will be repaired, and greater confidence thru no longer constrained by the usage of grins rather than smiles, will offset my somewhat dour personality at times.

long

how to walk/where to run

the ceaselessly unfolding.........

why should i worry

friction and old age

post burn.

motel.

unexpected and overwhelmed.

my piano has been drinking

so in a few days i'll be gone. im desperate to go.

im thinking about running around in a sheet, lying on a hard desert floor, drinking sun, painting on strangers, riding to the sight of mountains, singing out loud. but i cant really imagine what lies in store.

The key question isn’t ‘What fosters creativity?’ But it is why in God’s name isn’t everyone creative? Where was the human potential lost? How was it crippled? I think therefore a good question might be now why do people create? But why do people not create or innovate? We have got to abandon that sense of amazement in the face of creativity, as if it were a miracle if anybody created anything.
Abraham Maslow

50 years

"I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days - three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain."
— John Keats (Bright Star: Love Letters and Poems of John Keats to Fanny Brawne)

it felt mental

decipher. but not too much so. ponder, until it shows. until you get the face you deserve. wonder. where does it all go. fluids to alter, sounds to transport.

live in fear?

nothing gets as close as this

if you've got troubles

the simple reasoning,

wisdom you pay for later.

you just knew too much...

much for the palm hungry chapter

(to bed, to fake sleep)

i was murdered.

did i have to know?

is it rebirth, is it true?

how do i get

to be inside

you

Top tip: Don't do it. There are way too many photographers. Try to draw or get politically involved in something that matters. And unless you need to make art to stay alive, you shouldn't be making art.

when we are happy we are always good, but when we are good we are not always happy

its only easy if you know the answer

if you want your dog back.... call my lawyer

i hear voices singing

a great poet, a really great poet, is the most unpoetical of all creatures. But inferior poets are absolutely fascinating. the worse their rhymes are, the more picturesque they look.... he lives the poetry he cannot write. the others write the poetry they dare not realise.

still and still

came off yesterday put it back today

sweet lion

daniel's a man of few words in the morning. but i like to talk

too late to be late again

ascend that ladder

the shy girl still comes out at dinner

sweeter than anything

TELL HER THAT YOU ARE A PEADOPHILE LESBIAN VIRGIN THAT RECENTLY GAVE BIRTH TO HERSELF AND THAT YOU'RE GOING THROUGH a phase.

things have never been so swell

reasons to be beautiful

first there was an aztec taking off his face, then there was a sinking ship.

reasons to be cheerful

music is magic

time based reasons

if you think its over you are wrong