September 8th, 2002

fishy wishy

A poem I wrote many moons ago...


I wish I could ride the electric diamond,
Soul searching for a greater cream,
Emerald longings for sparkling desires,
Should I feel sane?

The white wall tiger lightning,
Shines out like Christmas chromium,
Bubble balls float in viscous molten glass,
Ride child ride.

Green liquid ruby jewels glow like firebirds,
Arcing across the everlasting pool like stars,
Trails of red orange sugar spill out from behind,
Like aqueous gold.

Run through this menagerie of heaving sighs,
To paint a smile on the cold female visage,
That runs like orange county amber,
Down her rose quartz breast.

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fishy wishy


I'd like to introduce you all to my new friend. He's a full size, huge, woolen....


This fabulous simian is bloody huge! As you can see.. even thought my monitor isn't that big.. he dwarfs my speakers and desk.
The non-brits amongst you may wonder why he's so good (unless you have already fallen for his charm and good looks). Monkey was to the ITV Digital TV service adverts here what Flat Eric was to Levi's.

You decide!

Monkey is of cource a lot cooler... and now with my camera he will become Monkey on Tour. Yes folks you will see monkey where I may roam.

I'm sure you all look forward to it.
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