Sunday, March 14, 2004

The Morning After

Another Saturday spent doing nothing

Had a wonderful dream last night.
Heroes, villains, sidekicks, femme fatales, the works.
The following scene is my favourite...

A woman(an angel?) emerges from a blinding white background
I can't make out the face
But she looks straight into my eyes
And then they have me
They've got me
The eyes
I cannot focus on anthing else
(Why would I want to?)

And I begin to walk toward the woman
Slowly, focusing on the eyes

(that sound implies a blinding light... henceforth remember that)

Blinding light!
When I open my eyes again
There's darkness all around

But in the distance I can see the faint glimmer of the overwhelming light
But no woman
No pupil to lead me
And this then leads into the next sequence...

(a casemat goes flying past... yes really!)

The villain enters.
And then
Everything's white again.

Saturday, March 13, 2004


That's the reason this blog exists.
As cliched as that.
As simple as that.
As honest as that.

A short Lyric.

In a passion of ungrace
She left me for dead
My heart ablaze
With the things she had said.

But now I've come around.