There was a time not too long ago, when he was in love, and in a dream, a dream now in a vapor of air mixed with the essence of camphor and raunchy stench of excreta made famous by an organ only arguably seconded by the brain. He was lying , not by choice, well there was never a better liar, but he lay there all battered more by morals than by the men who chose to take him on. Kevin knew that his life was all but leaving him as he heard the sirens of the ambulances and the heavy breaths of the paramedics on his lips. At least they had the courtesy to chew gum....

Five weeks ago the Bank of Schrimartz on the west bank of the Thames was just another high street branch, neglected , lowdown and predictably slow. Forgotten by the Lords who laid the very foundation stone and the decadent society that surrounded it. The Thames, makes it way through some of the most enviable sands in the world, and though it is the the Thames that glorifies these lands, some believe they had. Families that owned the lands along this great river

Questions & Answers

Its about time I started writing more, while I was tempted to pen in a few of my favorite recipes instead the chance to punt at love and it nuances is more interesting.
So I wrote a poem instead:

I come with questions , but all questions need not be answered,
I come again with them, unanswered they remain cancered,
Malignant as they are, some still remain despite your carefully thought answers,
Only your love,your memoriy is the cure, and in that I believe,
No questions remain, no answers sought after for a mile,
Just be the reason for my smile

If it only it were true

I wokeup to the dream thinking to my self, "if it only it were true". Dreaming is for the few they say, many dream (barring the occasional nightmares) , and for some it is all about making their dream come true. Never do we ponder whether that dream was ever meant to be true. Just a thought, not an attempt to demotivate those from pursuing them... to their obvious doom.

Unfortunately there is no way of knowing unless one pursues the dream. And nothing excited me more than pursuing this one.

Off my bed, its a fresh start to a day where one expects it to be better than the previous one and ironically dependent on how the the previous day went. A smile trying to push past the past , I pushed on to the next hour that involved my usual rigmarole of taking the slow lift down my rundown apartment. I was embroiled in thoughts that ran from a pending grocery list to what the odds might be for the mare called Lazy Luck at the 3:30 race. I was confused and troubled, the dream bothered me no end, she (not Lazy Luck) was honking profusely as I fumbled my way into her car. She and her new car were in my dream too. All too real. Besides the painful honking at the passing herd of cows, well it was a dream not a freaking nightmare. I knew her from my days as a young-I-Love-You, but had lost her along the way. Why ?, I have no clue.Does not matter, and not the mainline of the story, after 11 years of living different lives we were together, a brand new start. Or so I thought.

No more story, she fucked me :p,