I think the Bear has got a Gun

From time to time i start to wonder, but then i realise what i am doing. So i stop and think.

Wild Is The Wind

And our name in time shall be forgotten, and no man shall have any remembrance.

Not work of my own.

Patience she said. 
Then Patience he said,
lay me down.
Its a quarter to three.
the coffee.
Patience she said. 
The spirals the moving the wonder wheel the intricate details,
Patience he said.
Patience she said. Hah.
The smell of the cigarettes,
the turn the Chern the burn.
Ungh. Watching the stomach go up and down,
who is she.
Patience she said, hahaha.
I wonder where it all went right.
The foam around my mouth is as thick as shaving cream,
the need to move along.
Knock on the door, who the fuck is that,
Patience she said.
I know.
The name strikes me.
I the idea enlightens me,
just one more time baby.
Just one more time. 
Ooh, as he moved like a wonder wheel into the kitchen through the front door.
Wondering what the fuck is going on.
Tooth paste, fuck the tooth paste.
Look in the mirror, the eyes. Oh my god.
Patience he said.
No patience she said.
Move along baby boy.
There it is, an empty bottle.
Familiar sound familiar 
Feel so fucking sick.
Glory be hallelujah.
Reaching down between my legs there’s life,
and there she is. 
Patience he says, yes Patience he said.
Ohh baby.
IS it,
Good lord.
fuck it jump in dive.
Give me the strength to move along baby.
Patience she said. 
I can’t wait anymore,
the name the number.
Ohh god.
Where is it coming from.

(Source: youtube.com)


Never did work.

I thought I’d post this up because I stumbled across it again after almost a year.

Back story: There was a girl whom I used to see almost every day on the bus to university (bare in mind I’m not so great at attendance). It turns out she was on the same course as me, in fact, did many of the same classes as me. Through coincidence, not through some weird stalker way. I found out she wrote poems and little rhymes, some of which were brilliant. I thought i could use this to try and get something to talk about, but I’m a terrible speaker when it comes to pretty girls. So in my failed attempt at poetry i wrote this, i left it where she could find it, and to this day i still don’t think it she knows i was me. I thought it was rather good considering…

Not sure if you’ve heard,
But some little bird,
Told me a tale,
Which I’ll now regale,
Of a man who was ignored,
By the girl he adored.

This girl she was pretty, daring and bold,
Every time they met, he felt strangely cold.
As if he was frozen, straight to the ground,
He swiftly went red, his heart would pound.
Often he kept saying, though never came true,
Soon she’ll be mine, he was certain he knew.
A year went by, and nothing had changed,
He had gone quite mad, if not deranged.
She had found another, hansom and true,
To win her heart, he had not a clue.
Then a thought sparked, deep in his mind,
It was for the best, he was just being kind.
He’d leave this place, a little bit blue,
After a year though, because he had stuff to do.
He’d travel the world, in search of another,
In order to find, the one to call lover.
Though never will there be, one quite like her,
As never again, his heart would stir.

The worst thing about it is, i still have another year with this girl, and chances are we’ll pick the same classes (again not a stalker).

Maybe I’ll write a book next time.

Walking with giants..

It’s that time of year again folks, that time when all i can think about is going somewhere. WHERE being the key word here. I don’t mind WHERE, someWHERE, anyWHERE! This all started when someone said WHERE would you like to go today, and come to think of it, it’s not often someone will ask you, “WHERE would you like to go today?”. It’s a nice question.

I’d like to think I’m not the only one to get itchy feet. But sometimes people just prefer it at home. Safe, warm, someWHERE away from it all. But i like the idea of not being warm and safe. I like the idea of being no WHERE and someWHERE all at the same time. The struggle of being someWHERE completely unknown and having to survive on nothing but your wits and cunning. It’s the small things in life i suppose.

Perhaps i’ll go someWHERE soon, though i am not sure WHERE i would go. I think maybe i’ll just pack a rucksack and set off again, see where i end up. The silly thing is, it’s not about the WHERE that is important, its the process of getting there, and everything along the way.

Sometimes i think that this world is a little too big for me.

(The amount of times you have seen WHERE in capitals makes it look funny don’t you think.)

The regrets of studies.

Like most student, or at least what i am almost certain of most student, I leave work to the last minuet. Now i say to myself time and time again, this term it will be different i will do my work early in order to not have the stress. It never changes.

With time running out, and hand-ins in less then 4 hours, i still am yet to finish the last of my work. It is at times like this i lose faith in all things and just want to crawl under the pile of work that is done and sleep.

Christ almighty, this is not good.

So it begins with a bear…

So, i’ve been told by many a source that Tumblr. is the place to be.

So i begin by journey through the ‘blogasphere’ with an optimistic outlook. So through out this journey i shall post, well, things.

I suppose for anyone whom is interested i shall tell you a little about myself. I’m a student of film, and have been for some time now. From a young age i was always interested in the bright moving images on screen, and even now, far far more interested. Most would call me an eccentric but i feel that it’s perhaps a much better way of living. A life choice.
I have traveled, as most do in their lives, from one place to another with no real intention other then ‘looking’ at everything. That and meeting people from all walks of life. Currently i reside in the small town of Falmouth, Cornwall UK.

Nearing the end of my ‘academic’ studies, i fear that i will waste time on deciding what to do next.

And really, that is what continues to haunt me. The idea of having to decide.