Metaman

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I often find myself wondering how long humans have been fascinated by time and history. There are those who would suggest that it’s the unknown, the unobtainable that drives our hunger. And perhaps they are right.
The loss of our home world seven centuries ago was indeed a catastrophe beyond all imagination. We were at the very zenith of our technological achievement when the asteroid hit. It literally split our planet in two, sending one part careening into the heart of sun whilst the other disappeared into the far reaches of the solar system…

Truth

Bosch, Hieronymus; An Angel Leading a Soul into Hell; Wellcome Library; http://www.artuk.org/artworks/an-angel-leading-a-soul-into-hell-125754

Sometimes, now and then, I look at the posts of religious people I know and hear the words that come out of their mouths and it’s like a mass of worms I didn’t know I had, shifts inside me. Yes, I am that revolted by their perceived idiocy in that moment, that my stomach turns. 

Not Even Ordinary Ordinary

Playlist for this Post It is his mother’s fault. And mine for letting her give him that stupid fucking name – Lucius. I still don’t know where she even heard it, maybe it’s made up. Ever wonder he’s getting the tripe kicked out of him daily. I probably should let him get a dose again… Continue reading Not Even Ordinary Ordinary

Just a slap?

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I often write on subjects that I find triggering or emotive and I totally hold my hands up and confess that this topic really has me riled up. Not just because of the event itself, but because of people’s reactions and also people’s reactions to people’s reactions. But I should probably begin by outlining the… Continue reading Just a slap?

How did you love? – a poem about acceptance

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Playlist for this post How does my difference make you feel? Go on. Why don’t you tell me? Are you looking for it with your questions? With your eyes? Ears? Heart? Seek and you shall find it. I am the kid lacking designer clothes. Because my Mum smokes crystal meth. I am shyness. I am… Continue reading How did you love? – a poem about acceptance