Quill Inked

sitting there, minding my own buisness at a festival, staring at the swarm of people buzzing around like wasps feeding on the honey pot of music….

and then. As the smoke rising from my mouth clears i see through the summers fog a figure of a man I knew.. changing… 

and as my loving friends noticed the wrong but right sight I had seen i was rugby tackled to the floor in a wave of screaming and laughing. 

Oh how i miss that summer. <3

“We are such stuff as dreams are made on and our little life is rounded with a sleep”

I seriously need to write some more songs, its been way to long! now I’m living in oxford I should really have something to write about, but no. It seems the insomniac beneath the floorboards has fallen asleep, my military man has finally collapsed after his blackened veins did turn out to be poisoned and the weather man has washed away with winter. Fucking brilliant. (If your wondering what I’m talking about, they’re characters I produced and wrote songs about) ooo maybe I should write stories about them on here. 

that could be interesting…and very addictive. I might just do that :)

well then, let me tell you about my first character. Since he has no name I shall call him Insomniac. He was created about 3 years ago when I went through a spell of Insomnia. This character is dressed in striped pajamas since he ran away from Auschwitz, he arrived by boat in 1952 and hid himself beneath my bedroom floorboards. Hes is now a fragile,skeletal old man who will not come out, you can ask him yourself but he wont listen. He has a very gaunt face and little teeth but hes a nice man if you get to know him, he protects me while I dream and makes sure I do not get lost in my nightmares. When I do have horrible dreams he pokes the mattress where my head lies and I sit up abruptly.

Anyway, Ill Tell you more another day. Time to get ready for tomorrow. 

-X-