the roof is leaking

do you ever wish the world would stop
just for an hour, or a day
so you can finish the things without more things
happening
and feel a sense of calm brought on by the nothingness
that lies ahead?

it didn’t stop, today
the roof is leaking

weird

can you beat the game?

meditation

pick your sticks up
play, don’t think
close your eyes
hear it, smile
you’re back
and it feels right

(this is the final call for letters, however short, however long, to celebrate my 40th birthday; reply to this email with your thoughts, your wishes, your feelings; i can’t wait to see inside your brain)

weird

remnants of summer

orange
leaves cascade
down and lay upon
sun-bleached grass
it’s time to rest now

weird

adopt new rituals

sky

vast, big sky
above the clouds i observe the curvature of my home
this earth
that we so wilfully destroy

how long, really, do we have left?

weird

around and around

light

you’re fading now, i know
please stay a little longer
so i can watch the leaves fall from the trees

weird

the internet

in one month minus one day

in one month minus one day i will enter a new decade of existence
in one month minus one day your perception of me may change
in one month minus one day maybe my own perception of me will change
in one month minus one day who’s to say what the future holds
but in one month minus one day
apparently
my life begins

(if you would like to send me some words for my 40th birthday in one month minus one day, please reply to this email; i will file all emails in a secret folder and open them in one month minus one day)

weird

child

when you were born you made me grow
into someone i like being
when you’re gone it’s like that someone fades away a bit
and i try so hard to hold on
it’s nice to have a break sometimes
but i miss you when you’re not here
i’ll see you later, child

weird

there is no emotion. there is no art. there is only logic.

play

breathe
put your fingers on the keys
and play
make sound
and bathe in it
you are awash
with colour
breathe
put your fingers on the keys
(not for anyone else, but yourself)
and play
play
play

weird

this water is not in a form familiar to us

do not perceive me

every so often
i want to hide from it all
the noise
the chaos
endless streams of consciousness
from the depths of the unknown
turn it off
make it stop
look away
shut it out
i do not want to be perceived
today

weird

an alternate iteration of earth

where do we go

for five years i waited
to share what i felt
and as i waited it weighed
so heavy in me
but when i said it you heard
and you shared, too
you thanked me for saying
what you couldn’t say
but where do we go
from here?

weird

a time computing problem

sunbeams

sunbeams drench the earth
scattered by the shadows cast wistfully by leaves
shades of green intertwine peacefully on the ground
i like looking at you, grass

weird

the anxiety of the unread

on online

we are on
on online
projections of ourselves
on online
yet we hide
on online
sometimes, to protect ourselves
on online
should we reveal what we feel
on online
then we must retreat
off online

weird

you must listen to

do the thing

you will spend much time wondering
whether you should do the thing
but that time could be spent more wisely
by actually doing the thing

weird

a retro collection of sounds

when age comes

do not fear age, for it will be better
your world is small, child, but it will be bigger
you will love and accept your body
(for it will do magical things)
you will know you are good at what you do
(and people will respect you)
you will find your tribe
(and revel in it)
you will find yourself
when age comes

weird

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rain

you were so yellow, so crispy
translucence befell you in the harsh sunlight
a shell of your former self, a ghost
and then the rain came, in buckets
and you prospered, now nourished
green again, so green
grass

weird

divs divs divs divs divs divs divs divs

vacation

i am off the grid
free from the shackles of manufactured problems
i left it all behind
i can see the ocean
i can see the sky
i can hear the birds
i can smell the trees
i am becoming the clean breeze
my osmosis
is nourishing
i am photosynthesising
i am free

weird

it is possible to trick the brain’s binocular vision

a woman stares in delight into her internet computer machine

and she is writing a newsletter
she has collected four links she would like to share with you
her hair is slightly dishevelled, but it doesn’t matter
she is getting it cut today
she wonders if she will get her usual, or ask for something a little different
only time will tell
she intersperses her creative composition with sips of a half-drunk home-made almond milk cappuccino
she is filled with a sense of excitement at her upcoming vacation
it is raining outside, but it doesn’t matter
she is calm today, she feels accomplished
and she can’t wait to press send

weird

let go of your attachment to breathable air

too much water

i am sorry i drowned you
in your sorrows
and watched helplessly as you turned pale green
then yellow
then brown
i willed you to recover
but we wanted different things
into the green bin with you
aloe, goodbye

weird

merge

extraction

and so with great force the tooth was ripped from the gum
in which it had slept for two decades
and while in its sleep it did cast great terrors upon her mouth
she is wounded, but she is victorious
(i swear i heard my skull crack more than once)

weird

the future of web development is

find your tribe

we are all tribal beings, really
deep down
and when you find your tribe
(because you will find your tribe)
hold onto them
nurture them
love them
lift them up
laugh with them
build cool stuff with them
for they will enjoy doing the same

weird

i have no idea what this is but i like it