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my head fell forward onto the computer keyboard
sleep dragged me down
& melted a hole through my desk
& then I tumbled through the office floor burning
holes
& sinking below the foundations
& further still
until
having travelled
through layers
upon layers of earth & rock
I reached the centre of the
earth
where my thoughts
were burnt
to a crisp
& I dream-swam in circles
trapped thereafter

Hang Glider

The hang glider snapped in two about ten metres above the ground. Mr Barnaby escaped without serious injury. He untangled himself from the glider and stood up, dusting himself off. He looked around to see if anyone could see him. When he was sure that there was no one to observe him, he walked away from the wreck with a guilty twinge in his stride.

Man Pukes Man Pukes Man

An enchanted moving picture, conjured by yours truly.

I know that Tetris, the Board Game is surprisingly good.

I don’t know anything. I believe some things. I believe I believe some things. But for all I know, I’m not typing my blog, but am a caveman hitting my hands blindly against a rock in some kind of hallucinogenic trance, dreaming of a distant future where I sit around typing crap on the internet, imagining I’m a caveman in the past having a hallucinogenic trance in which I am imagining myself in the future riding a dinosaur over to William Faulkner’s house for ginger beer and a game of Tetris - the Board Game. Which is a surprisingly good game. Actually, I know that and nothing else. I know that Tetris, the Board Game is surprisingly good.

I didn’t go to work today. I was snowed in again.

Just You and I

Sitting in the Sun

Jason put the quartizer back in the ulmaghyic briefcase and took care to lock it securely.

“What’s for tea, Mother?” he called out.

“Smarchungers. And some veg,” came Daniel’s reply from the other end of the flat.

Mother was Jason’s pet name for Daniel.

He took a sip of his juice and lay back in the chair. He closed his eyes against the sun, which sat high in the sky. The sea outside the flat was still. There wasn’t any breeze at all.

Jason was glad there wasn’t anything else he’d need to do that day. He couldn’t think ahead to tomorrow. He was good at not thinking about things that did not exist.

He opened his eyes and looked out at the sea. The skyhersher that had been floating near the horizon for the last few hours rose into the air slowly until it was fifty metres above sea level. A tear appeared in the air. The skyhersher rose into it and the tear repaired itself as if it had never been there.

He felt something on his arm. It was his lizard, Gelko.

“Hello,” he said to the lizard.

“Hello,” said the lizard, before settling down for a nap.

Jason closed his eyes again. He was happy with where he was.

The smell of the smarchungers drifted down from the kitchen.

Jason breathed out his last breath as a contented sigh. He didn’t think anything any more. He didn’t exist.

Karl Blau