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May 31, 2012

The Creeping Ghost Parts I and II.

Part I


“That is enough. I cannot do this any more. Its all too much.”


And perhaps I was correct. Despite everything, I still feel that I was right to speak those words when I did, and the way I did - calmly, without anger, but with confidence, for I was telling the truth. I was being more honest than I had ever been, regardless of the knowledge that I would regret it forever. And forever is such a long time.


The ghost had appeared roughly a month ago, although it seemed as though it had been pre...

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Published on May 31, 2012 14:14

About to post Parts I and II of The Creeping Ghost together

The second part was inspired a fair bit by the Leadbelly song, Where Did You Sleep Last Night, and the equally impressive Nirvana cover. That was part II. Influence and ideas come from everywhere.

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May 30, 2012

Someone should make a gif of Gibbs shooting those computers in NCIS season 8

Someone better at making gifs than me. It has given me too many ideas about the best way to deal with those slow library computers you get. Speaking of NCIS - best show ever? I think so, yes. I haven’t seen anything as good as it, and the fact that they manage to keep it going for so long without a single weak episode is frankly astounding. Certainly my favourite show.

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Published on May 30, 2012 15:30

This is so very, very true. Night time is the right time....



This is so very, very true. Night time is the right time. Everything is much more powerful and stark at night.

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May 29, 2012

Beneath the scorched sky these feelings grow,
The grasses die in the sun surge flow,
And whisper in...

Beneath the scorched sky these feelings grow,


The grasses die in the sun surge flow,


And whisper in smoke of the summers past


When time was a fable and days would last.


I sit and gaze beneath the Dog Star’s eye,


At the ghosts of me as they pass and sigh,


Through the fields of my simmering dreams,


Over the rivers of memory streams,


For all that was must be lost forever


And Time’s old meadows smoulder together.


Those spectres of me are the summer haze,


Wandering forever in their maze,


For they...

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Published on May 29, 2012 14:10

I’ve been playing guitar in the garden…and also...



I’ve been playing guitar in the garden…and also playing on Instagram.

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Published on May 29, 2012 12:23