Frantic Tick Tick Tock

Sooooo much Sertraline and Olanzapine . . . yet I dont lean, I couldn't be any more vertical. I am awake and I pitty those who arn't. My mind is racing. Standard.

My head is full of electrical messages. So is yours. Mine is reacting like my tongue has just licked a car battery. A pulsating symphony of sights, sounds, smells, tastes and kino-kinkiness. I relay the energy to my fingers that tippity type on the keyboard (kino and wasted sound for those keeping score).

This is a random post. This is a random life, tied together by a loose thread of beliefs and values. Follow the bread crumbs and you may find the origin. When, where and why did it all start?

I'm fucked if I know?

John said this would make a great album cover. Which John? This blog isn't about naming individuals but I can say John Jones. Which John Jones . . . exactly.

The sands of time run through my fingers, if only I could get my wasted days back.

My friends understand this . . . well not this, even I don't understand this.

My favourite Razorlight song from the "Chester Rocks" set list. Random?

A piece of art I snapped while backpacking around Europe - There are no crap animals, just crap people.

A gift from my first steady girlfriend.

"I believed it . . . just to fly like a bird . . . you can call it art . . . I called it love"

An awesome Greenday song from an early album - Kerplunk.

This is where the magic happens: Thoughts, sex, meals . . . R&R?

To be continued . . .