About Me

I heard there was a secret chord That David played and it pleased the Lord But you don't really care for music, do you? It goes like this, the fourth, the fifth, the minor fall, the major lift, the baffled king composing Hallelujah..Hallelujah Hallelujah HallelujahYour faith was strong but you needed proof, you saw her bathing on the roof, her beauty in the moonlight overthrew you She tied you to a kitchen chair, she broke your throne, she cut your hair, and from your lips she drew the HallelujahMaybe I have been here before, I know this room; I have walked this floor, I used to live alone before I knew you I've seen your flag on the marble arch, love is not a victory march, it's a cold and its a broken HallelujahHallelujah Hallelujah HallelujahMaybe there's a God above, and all I ever learned from love was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you And its not a cry you can hear at night, its not somebody who's seen the light, its a cold and its a broken HallelujahHallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah
This comment box is specially for PT and her daggy eyes.

My Interests

Dear J
Where have all the bastards gone?
The underbelly stacks up 10 high
The dummy failed the crash test
Now collecting unemployment cheques
Like a flunkie along for the ride.

Where have all the riots gone?
as the city's motto gets pulverised
'What's in love is now in debt'
on your birth certificate
SO STRIKE THE FUCKING MATCH TO LIGHT THIS FUSE!
Standing still when it's do or die
You better run for your fucking life!

It's not over till you're underground

It's not over before it's too late

THIS CITY'S BURNING

It's not my burden
It's not over before it's too late;
THERE'S NOTHING LEFT TO ANALYZE
Where will all the martyrs go when the virus cures itself?
And where will we all go when it's too late?
You're not the Jesus of Suburbia.

The St.Jimmy is a figment of your father's rage and your mother's love.

Music:

Heroes:

My Blog

Phaedrus 2; angels x demons, and:

I write this while I stare into the complete blackness of the world outside the window, banished into darkness by artificial light, and try to pretend I'm in space, and that maybe Lister will come alo...
Posted by RIP on Sat, 23 Jun 2007 06:28:00 PST

Phaedrus;

Today was the kind of day that makes its presence felt; hangs heavy in the air, tangible in the heat, present in the raindrops, plummeting almost lazily from a tropical sky. I let the warm concrete br...
Posted by RIP on Thu, 21 Jun 2007 02:20:00 PST

Dusk

Just an old, old story I foumd, and remembered. Written years ago for an RPG. Dusk. A small, huddling village of squat cottages, their mossy frames cowering in the looming shadow of the great f...
Posted by RIP on Wed, 30 May 2007 05:14:00 PST

Sunset at 35,000 feet

lingers on the horizon, immutably wide and ever-changing, as it has for the past four hours. We are flying back over the frozen wastes of siberia, chasing the sun through eternal dusk. Just come into ...
Posted by RIP on Wed, 31 Jan 2007 02:05:00 PST

Thoughts from a Tokyo Hotel Room

....Would be nice. Unfortunately I haven't really got any significant thoughts, apart from 'how did I get here? who am I? And how the fuck do I use this meal voucher?' The room is shitty, but the view...
Posted by RIP on Wed, 31 Jan 2007 01:26:00 PST

This pen cost me $8.fucking 50

(Jan 11th, Syndey airport) Fucking rip off, I'm sure you'll agree. I'm yet again sitting in a departure lounge watching the planes take off, surrounded by japanese people. The deja vu is agonis...
Posted by RIP on Wed, 31 Jan 2007 01:16:00 PST

Blankness + candlelight

Great Barrier Island, New Zealand, sometime after new year. Blankness. That is all I can see in front of me, wherever I look: this blank page, the white expanse of my sketchbook lying in front of me, ...
Posted by RIP on Tue, 16 Jan 2007 06:20:00 PST

Can someone help us with Groggus? He's kinda heavy...

So it's 5 in the morning, december 27th, still dark, and Fonz, Uncle Joe and I are trying to move Groggus, who has passed out in the middle of the road. Uncle Bruce can't help, as he has no arms, but ...
Posted by RIP on Tue, 16 Jan 2007 05:50:00 PST

Christmas Day 06

Sydney Sitting in the attic sweating in hot flushes packing more things than I had knowing more things than I knew ready to move afraid, one ear out for a shout from below blunders coming home to haun...
Posted by RIP on Tue, 16 Jan 2007 10:23:00 PST

flying up from the river

The heat blows up dry in my mouth and the wind blows suddenly smelling of the river although it's miles to the water the leaves are brown although it's still high summer, the roots disappearing into d...
Posted by RIP on Wed, 15 Nov 2006 02:10:00 PST