The Book of Ashes
Legend in his own mind, creator of all you see here, he walks this Earth on the path of the becoming.
On Tuesday, 23, September 2003 Ashes wrote...
Mum's off to China. 10:01AM
From door to car. 7 in the morning. Drive. Wellington, Paraparaumu, Shanon, Palmerston North. 9am start work. The day shines, the birds chirp, the unlucky stare out the window at it all passing by. I'm back in Palmy till the end of the week. Its been a long day but I managed to achieve my goal. DM is now integrated with E6. Enough anyway.
Mother Bryant is off to China, not next year, not next month but Saturday week. For 10 months to teach English. She's quit her job, renting her house (yet to find someone) and all in a hurry. Big move. Good on ya mum!
I am pretty worn. Went out and brought some food for dinner tonight. Got home and found there was no can opener. Vaguely recall Sifty spouting something about this. Took my food to mums and cooked it there. How can you live a year in a house with no can opener?
Note: HTML pages are getting pretty fucking complex. Stay away. The technology is pretty ugly. Ugly like a squirel.
""The flesh burns under the orange sunset. A tan that will fade faster than most. Our throats burn as the spirit wriggles its way within. Our faces burn with the embarrassment we wear as instinct. Our lives burn and soon enough you realise the wick is getting short.""
Crispy writes again. You gear sounds cool my friend. 256MB on a graphics card. More RAM than the average PC had a year ago. Damn. What do you reckon about that 64 bit G5 aye? Sounds pretty impressive