John Martin

John Martin
Great Day of his Wrath

Sunday, 19 September 2010

On a sleepy summers evening one had tea with the shrews.

Trail blazing and smoke ridden hazes, what on earth are we doing here?

Subdued but waiting... Floating away on a strawberry tide, at least we're moving somewhere.

The only thing more absurd than this mind boggling life is our ego-complex.

But not more absurd than a tap dancing astronaut,

After all, in space... one can hear you dancing.

It feels fucking incredible regardless.

En passant, c'est la vie!

Sunday, 12 September 2010

Digging this up.

It's been a while since my last post i promise the zero visitors this receives (haha) I'll at least try and make an effort with writing, the girlfriend is moving off to southampton & I'm starting a new course. Winds of change!