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 Monday, 11, April 2005 Ashes wrote...
Insleep... 11:24PM
We tire of the everyday sameness. Something must give. A jungle, filled with monkeys, typing, the air humming with a thousand needles, orange-red autumn leaves swirling, as far as the eye can see. Stop poking at your eye, stand, walk, run. Take the plunge, the water is not yet at its coldest.
Insleep I see, cold colours surrounding me.
Spin around, get dizzy, fall over to the ground. Why are you reading this, get back to work. It fits! All together, where to run when the wind is faster? Where to hide the jelly beans where the students won't find them? But we did, and we stapled the rugby ball's bladder to the wall.
Is it the blabbering idiot who is crazy or the people who can't understand them?
Brillance is the fine line that we walk between craziness and sanity.
I smell roasted nuts on the street corner.
I smell the fresh smell of the first few rain drops on the leaves.
I smell dull undertones to the funky vibe that is life.
I smell a gas leak in our hot water cupboard. No wait thats been fixed.
I smell the oily bill of expensive car repairs looming and I smell a shake up in the stock market.
My smelling is impaired (cause I have two nostrils).