The Parasite |
The Land rover flipped off the edge of the cliff as if it had been thrown by a child. Bob felt he had somehow been in it but now suddenly wasn't. It bounced and rolled horribly and he felt enormously ...
Posted by Patrick on Sat, 21 Apr 2007 04:56:00 PST |
The Colouring Pencils |
The Colouring Pencils
It starts with the padding of feet on dew wet grass. Everything is silver. A shade of grey becomes visible moving through the land. It forms the shape of a small figure. S...
Posted by Patrick on Wed, 21 Mar 2007 10:43:00 PST |
Dr Spelk & Monsieur Hyde |
Dearest Soundguides,
I write this from La Sante Prison in the 14th arrondisement of the so-called city of lights. The Gauloise cigarettes I have obtained from the guards are running low. They c...
Posted by Patrick on Tue, 09 Jan 2007 08:54:00 PST |
Rage & Poetry in London |
Dearest Sound Guides,
I feel that you are uncouth to the point of savagery and it is with great displeasure that I must deal with you directly. However, I have recently won a wager wherein a gr...
Posted by Patrick on Tue, 09 Jan 2007 08:49:00 PST |
The Gazelle |
Mid afternoon, Charlie flies past the row of semi detached houses up the quiet suburban road. Neatly tarmaced drives stand empty. Charlie pushes pedals hard and passionate up the slow incline. He's pa...
Posted by Patrick on Wed, 27 Dec 2006 08:48:00 PST |
Pink What? |
Who the fuck is Pink Girl? I received a friend request from this mysterious character. I accepted expecting it to by the internet guise of someone or other I already knew. When I checked into the page...
Posted by Patrick on Sat, 27 May 2006 06:09:00 PST |
Oh but that this too too brittle life should melt |
well it's bank holiday monday and the last tremors of alchohol poisoning are gently subsiding. Gemma is watching Withnail and I and Ben is working on his art movie epic. Paul is in London acclimatisin...
Posted by Patrick on Mon, 17 Apr 2006 07:42:00 PST |
