The lost drawings…

…have been recovered; they are now where they need to be.

Chrysoprase faces

Depression’s got a hold of me…

Haven’t written in a while; terrible writer’s block has made me feel stupid and small. I’ve lost some drawings that I was hoping to photograph and upload, I’ll get it done as soon as I find the fuckers. Sometimes I want to kill, sometimes I feel fine, sometimes I don’t feel like doing much of anything at all. That’s all the poetry I’ll ever put down.

I’ve been trying to put a few pages of writing together, but with my current state of black-hole-like lack of inspiration it’s a task that’s really easy to think about doing, and very difficult to actually do.  Oh well.

Late night walk.

My sermon for you tonight:-

1. A guy comes up to me asking if I could please buy ‘his shit’ from the petrol station, I presume he means some quantity of hard alcohol, I tell him he’s got the wrong guy and that I’m going to go.

2. I pass two girls, they are trying the doors of all of the cars parked along the main road. I keep walking.

3. Two old guys stumble past me, both drunk, and disappear into an alleyway.

4. I get to the shop to find I have just enough for a bottle of Cola and a packet of noodles.

5. I retreat.

21:38

My stomach is twisting, my head collapses into itself,
I sink back into my chair like my body is made of lead,
My thoughts beat each other up,
My thoughts stick knives in each other’s sides,
A little blood escapes from my nose,
Congeals in the hair of my moustache,
I don’t bother wiping it away,
My will to live emerges triumphant,
My survivalist fanaticism holds
The severed hydra-heads of every other thought
I’ve ever had in it’s bloodied hands,
Survivalism is the sole survivor,
As always.

Late night sketches.

Absolutely shit photo quality, but what the fuck?

Further…

Regress…

19:44

“What you are now, we once were; what we are now, you shall be.”

The way home.

As if home is anywhere to begin with…

I’m heading back to England, and I’ll be booking up the next leg of this travel business as soon as I have the money.

Looking like Krakow, Poland, is the next stop.

Good.