Time, there just is not enough of it. Not enough time spent sleeping, not enough time spent reading, not enough time spent chilling with friends and definatly not enough time to finish these crazy drawings for my Assignment that is due on Monday ha ha. Monday will also be when I next update my blog as I am going sailing tomorrow which is Saturday and am working on Sunday.
These drawings are madness and I do not know how I am going to be expected to do more than two in my exam, they take forever to do. But if I do say so myself they do look pretty neat, in an engineering way of course as they have no artistic value whatsoever. Maybe a little bit.
Lines lines lines and more lines until eventually you are so lost in the maze that is this field of lines you begin making stupid mistakes and having to start over again. I will put up a post that has all of my drawings in it sometime soon after I have finished them and scanned them all and then posted them to Facebook and downloaded them to my computer. OR wait there is a simpler way to do that just scan and send to pc oh well too much time spent drawing insane machine parts.
Onto lighter things this weekends sailing should prove interesting and fun as it always does. My little bro is coming with me and he should come to like it even if he is a little reluctant when it comes to new people. And what a bunch, sailors are all mad, but then again I am a sailor as well so I must be mad as a matter of course.
The scrounge for money is ever on its 4 wheels and I am still needing quite a bit before I can officially start plying my trade on those defenseless pieces of hot steel. Oh joy when I have all that I need to make beautiful flowing forms out of reluctant stiff metal. That has always been the attraction of metal to me, it is so difficult to manipulate yet it produces the most beautiful end products. The work itself is also very therapeutic and fun if not a little dangerous as well.
Ahhhhh me three more drawings then peace, that is until I remember that exams are soon and I have to carry on studying, no rest for the busy but its all good.
Friday, 28 September 2012
Tuesday, 25 September 2012
Normaly Abnormal
Well today is another normal day for a normal guy like me in this normal... wait a second what am I saying???
Normality is a farce and so are all those people who think they are normal. Everyone I know has always been distinctly abnormal and thus they cannot call themselves normal. Who wants to be normal anyway and just who dictates what is normal? Is it society, psychology or is it a few rich people way up top who dictate to us down here what we should look like, wear, listen to, eat, watch and many other things. To be normal in my mind it to be boring and dull.
If everything was to be normal then there would be no disease, everyone would look the exact same, we would all die at the same age and all eat the same food. Where would the fun be in that?????? I love being abnormal and I try to stand out, not glaringly so but I still don't follow the trends set by others and because of this I get branded weird, odd, against the grain and other funny names. Frankly this is exactly where I want to be and I will not be changing that any time soon.
Onto more things literary I have another poem I wish to share and it is loosely connected with normality, what a coincidence.
THE COIN
Why is a coin worth more than the face upon which it is stamped?Deception of worth lie even within these, made to seem more with a mask than truly their reality is. Beauty added to something which is not beautiful does not make that which is, that which isn't. Only true beauty hidden deep compliments beauty added to the without.
Normality is a farce and so are all those people who think they are normal. Everyone I know has always been distinctly abnormal and thus they cannot call themselves normal. Who wants to be normal anyway and just who dictates what is normal? Is it society, psychology or is it a few rich people way up top who dictate to us down here what we should look like, wear, listen to, eat, watch and many other things. To be normal in my mind it to be boring and dull.
If everything was to be normal then there would be no disease, everyone would look the exact same, we would all die at the same age and all eat the same food. Where would the fun be in that?????? I love being abnormal and I try to stand out, not glaringly so but I still don't follow the trends set by others and because of this I get branded weird, odd, against the grain and other funny names. Frankly this is exactly where I want to be and I will not be changing that any time soon.
Onto more things literary I have another poem I wish to share and it is loosely connected with normality, what a coincidence.
THE COIN
Why is a coin worth more than the face upon which it is stamped?Deception of worth lie even within these, made to seem more with a mask than truly their reality is. Beauty added to something which is not beautiful does not make that which is, that which isn't. Only true beauty hidden deep compliments beauty added to the without.
A short story
This is a short story from way back when hope you enjoy it.
The freedom of darkness
Copyright © 2011 Sheldon Hooper
All is well as you enjoy your coma-like sleep. Your dreams are of family, friends and wellbeing uninterrupted as your ethereal form drifts over the soft ground towards their gently glowing figures. Yet who is this strange unknown face between your Mom and Dad? As you float forwards in the hopes of reaching them, they seem to move further backwards but this strange face remains motionless, no it is moving forward. Its teeth showing in an evil leering grin. You wake up to the feel of sweat dripping from your body happy to know it was all just a dream. Shakily you roll over.
As you do an ear-splitting scream billows forth from your lungs like a sail caught in a raging storm. There in front of you is the face, now inches away, of the man in your dream still leering his sharp-toothed grin at you. He raises his arm.
Groggily as if there is cotton wool in your ears you sit up. It is cold and you feel the sweat still on your body, your cloths are soaked by it now. Where am i? Who was he? Where is he now? Why is it so cold?
You look down at your body and realise you are naked. One question answered. You look around for something to wrap yourself in; you can barely see it is so dark. Your hand brushes something thick and matted. You grasp it and pull.
As you do an ear-splitting scream billows forth from your lungs like a sail caught in a raging storm. There in front of you is the face, now inches away, of the man in your dream still leering his sharp-toothed grin at you. He raises his arm.
Groggily as if there is cotton wool in your ears you sit up. It is cold and you feel the sweat still on your body, your cloths are soaked by it now. Where am i? Who was he? Where is he now? Why is it so cold?
You look down at your body and realise you are naked. One question answered. You look around for something to wrap yourself in; you can barely see it is so dark. Your hand brushes something thick and matted. You grasp it and pull.
Page 1
A shriek slices the cold heavy air like a knife sending you stumbling backwards into a solid wall and a resounding crack was to be heard but not by your ears as you are gently floating into darkness.
Rough hands, fingers, lips, teeth. All of them mauling you, squeezing, pinching, scratching and biting. You feel pain in every part of your body, but the worst pain of all, the most searing and excruciating pain is of that emanating from the most intimate part of your body. It is as if you are being split in half. Falling you feel yourself falling this time into the welcoming darkness, far from this horrendous pain.
You wake up to the familiar dull feeling, but it is now accompanied by a tormenting pain that brings hot scalding tears of shame, humiliation and anguish to your burning eyes. Will he come again? Why is this happening to me? Is this all just a bad dream? It is cold again and you realise you are still unclothed, but beneath you is a rough blanket. Wrapping it around your heaving shoulders you fall into a fitful sleep.
A hissing noise of a bundle being dragged along the floor wakes you followed by a clanging and crash as a heavy iron bound door is flung open. Through the newly opened portal a shape roughly your own shape and size is hurled landing with a sickening crack on the floor in front of you. Framed in the gaping mouth is the leer of the man you saw in your dream. He advances towards you raising his arm again.
Rough hands, fingers, lips, teeth. All of them mauling you, squeezing, pinching, scratching and biting. You feel pain in every part of your body, but the worst pain of all, the most searing and excruciating pain is of that emanating from the most intimate part of your body. It is as if you are being split in half. Falling you feel yourself falling this time into the welcoming darkness, far from this horrendous pain.
You wake up to the familiar dull feeling, but it is now accompanied by a tormenting pain that brings hot scalding tears of shame, humiliation and anguish to your burning eyes. Will he come again? Why is this happening to me? Is this all just a bad dream? It is cold again and you realise you are still unclothed, but beneath you is a rough blanket. Wrapping it around your heaving shoulders you fall into a fitful sleep.
A hissing noise of a bundle being dragged along the floor wakes you followed by a clanging and crash as a heavy iron bound door is flung open. Through the newly opened portal a shape roughly your own shape and size is hurled landing with a sickening crack on the floor in front of you. Framed in the gaping mouth is the leer of the man you saw in your dream. He advances towards you raising his arm again.
Page 2
A flash of silver, a sharp stabbing pain in your leg and you are being embraced by the swiftly rushing darkness once again.
It is different this time; there is a soft surface underneath you, a large warm blanket covers you. You are clothed in your pyjamas and there in front of you is your favourite teddy bear Mr Snuffles. You knew you shouldn’t have watched that movie with them. Curling up into a tiny ball you sob to yourself in relief. Just then you feel a small movement behind you and you turn to see his leering face. Before you black out again you feel his hands closing around your fragile neck and realise that this is the last time you will enjoy the freedom of the darkness.
It is different this time; there is a soft surface underneath you, a large warm blanket covers you. You are clothed in your pyjamas and there in front of you is your favourite teddy bear Mr Snuffles. You knew you shouldn’t have watched that movie with them. Curling up into a tiny ball you sob to yourself in relief. Just then you feel a small movement behind you and you turn to see his leering face. Before you black out again you feel his hands closing around your fragile neck and realise that this is the last time you will enjoy the freedom of the darkness.
Introduction to my mind
As the name implies my mind is mostly off on its own mission be it with regards to art, reading, logic, illogic, maths, science or just the universe in general.
I have a few stories written as well as a few oddities that I like to call poems but am not sure if they count as poems. Also present will be a few articles and things from my other blog artofmaille.blogspot.com. This will be my wall of craziness so feel free to add your craziness to it and any of the posts I put up.
In my mind there is so much going on I actually don't know where to start so ill start by placing one of my poems here for you to read and maybe entice you yo come back again soon for more.
BEGINNING OF THE END
Where is it to be that what has been begun will end? All beginnings will end but not all ends prove to end with a beginning. When this ends will a beginning ensue or will it simply cease to be as it was before it began?
This blog is my beginning.
I have a few stories written as well as a few oddities that I like to call poems but am not sure if they count as poems. Also present will be a few articles and things from my other blog artofmaille.blogspot.com. This will be my wall of craziness so feel free to add your craziness to it and any of the posts I put up.
In my mind there is so much going on I actually don't know where to start so ill start by placing one of my poems here for you to read and maybe entice you yo come back again soon for more.
BEGINNING OF THE END
Where is it to be that what has been begun will end? All beginnings will end but not all ends prove to end with a beginning. When this ends will a beginning ensue or will it simply cease to be as it was before it began?
This blog is my beginning.
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