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Sin: Somewhere Over the Scatterbrain...
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Thursday, 27 November 2014. Somewhere Over the Scatterbrain. Today is a fuzzy headed day. What would you see? Who knows. Not I, said the fly. Nah It'll be reet. Apart from that, however, the hours have been as lazy as the patients. It was 8:00 am about fourteen days ago. Perhaps that's why my thoughts are off kilter. Maybe they're wanting to have a wiz around to try and coax time into joining in. Or they're hoping to suck up the minutes and send them spinning into the future, dragging us along wi...What ...
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Sin: Cindy and the Spellcaster...
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Wednesday, 17 June 2015. Cindy and the Spellcaster. Take me with you.". I can't. You know that.". But you know you can't leave me here.". I sighed and stared at my feet. My toes stretched and clenched in my shoes, a dance which held my attention, diverting it from the matter at hand. A dilemma, one where I knew she was right, but I also knew I was. Two sides of the same coin. The faces of Janus tossed in the air. I wish." I mumbled, almost having to force the words out, "I wish I could.". Recently, her d...
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Sin: Here Comes the Easter Bunny...
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Thursday, 17 April 2014. Here Comes the Easter Bunny. It's Easter soon. With it comes Easter bunnies, chicks and chocolate. I am, actually, looking forward to it. Often, in here, a smidgeon of effort is thrown at holidays and the like. If that smidgeon sticks, bonus. If not, as is usually the case, it misses, leaving only a trace of said effort. The trace generally tends to be a bit too gloopy and so slides off leaving a pool of wishful thinking on the floor at our feet. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Sin: Cannonballs Ahoy...!
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Monday, 30 December 2013. A cannonball," she said. "It could come crashing in through that window and we could all escape. All except Jack Sparrow, of course. He's got to wait for his ship.". Who would fire the cannon? It was an interesting method of escape and one I'd actually not thought of myself. Cannonballs were difficult to get your hands on in an asylum and I didn't think the Black Pearl would chance by, there being a distinct lack of ocean and all. I asked her, once, in an attempt to ignore the c...
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Sin: August 2013
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Tuesday, 20 August 2013. You know, so we're told, when you've been Tangoed! Of course, with the slop we're served in here, it may well be Satsumas. It's hard to say. It could well be chicken or caviar. Hey, it could actually just be tinned Slop! Do Tesco sell that? Is it next to the baked beans and spaghetti hoops? Do Heinz do four packs of Slop, with a new, improved recipe? No I don't believe they do. Do you ever feel as if you just need to talk? In here, with a population largely consisting of misguide...
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Sin: July 2013
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Thursday, 4 July 2013. I had a dream. I had a dream last night, and you were there. But, not you. Unless you were the night. Unless you were the darkness that crept around me like a skulking fox, waiting for the moment to leap and catch its prey. Killing not just for sustenance, but for the taste of blood. For the crunch of bone. I had a dream last night, and you were there. Not your guilt. Mine. Not this morning. Not this day. Not ever, really. I feel the cold hands and hear the cries. Yours and my ...
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Sin: Why
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What's the difference between a writer and an author? Or is there even one? I write. I'm not sure which of the two categories I fall into, or if I have a foot in both, but I write. And I do that because I can't help it. I never have been able to. I wanted readers to pick up something I'd written and not be able to put it down. And now I've managed that. I've created a story that does that. It's a great, wonderful, humbling feeling. 29 June 2012 at 12:45. 3 July 2012 at 04:26. Ill let him kno you said hi.
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Sin: Humberston Asylum
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Humberston Asylum. An offshoot, if you will, of Connors' empire. Where those deemed too dangerous for the walls of my own purgatory dwell. They've been very careful with me after; I hardly have any objects in here with me and my new mirror is just a scrap of flexible plastic with what seems to be a thin sheet of aluminium foil stretched over the top. They make sure they check on me at least every two hours. The worst one is Jeff; he thinks he's so funny. I ask them all the time. You know them! One day, m...
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Sin: December 2013
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Monday, 30 December 2013. A cannonball," she said. "It could come crashing in through that window and we could all escape. All except Jack Sparrow, of course. He's got to wait for his ship.". Who would fire the cannon? It was an interesting method of escape and one I'd actually not thought of myself. Cannonballs were difficult to get your hands on in an asylum and I didn't think the Black Pearl would chance by, there being a distinct lack of ocean and all. I asked her, once, in an attempt to ignore the c...
