Recollections

Recently I have been thinking about the most random things. Tom and I were bantering and teasing, I was loosing the war of words and all of a sudden I had the strangest thought I wanted a pair of baby terrapins, one for each hand (stop laughing at me) to bite his chest. I know it's crazy and somewhat surreal, what's even worse is that I burst into fits of giggles and felt the urge to explain this whole impulse to him. Unsurprisingly he was baffled and then relieved tha we don't have a ready supply of terrapins in Norfolk.

Also been thinking about Ariel, an anthology of poems by Sylvia Plath. I read this at college and at the time there were aspects that i just couldn't appreciate, she was so depressed and her mindset so complicated yet her work was wonderfully talented. She could capture her anguish so well.

The night before last I was laying in bed when I suddenly decided that I wanted to read Good Omens (Terry Pratchett co-authored). I have read this book before but out of nowhere I had the urge to re-read. Also I think this would make a great movie and don't quite get why no one has done the screenplay yet. I mean what could be better than a deamon that doesn't quite like hell, or a world in which tapes turn into Queen's greatest hits. That means no more spice girls! See perfection.
So yesterday i logged onto ebay and bought a copy. It's got the new cover which is a shame but it's the same story so who really cares.

Jo is reading Lord of the flies at the moment, another superb study on civilisation and it's true fragility. I will be interested to see if she likes the end as I thought it was an anticlimax and detracted from the main story, but I'm awkward like that.

Picked up the new car, it seems to run ok, or drive if you want to be pedantic. Can I drive you mad if I don't have a car? Or would it be that I walk you mad? I don't understand anymore.

Still waiting for the settlement on the old car and still waiting for my statement to come through from the lawyers so I can check and sign it. They rang yesterday and asked for details of Oldchurch hospital as their letter to them had been returned unopened. I don't know why they sent a letter to them as they are shut down and I wasn't treated there!? I explained all that so I think they are now heading in the right direction, I just hope they bought a moral compass.

In the silence I dip my hand into the water,
Broken reflections lead this lamb to slaughter
Distorted images like memories
The yesterdays they come like waves
Washing over me, over her, she’s gone
Buried in the past that I’m borne from

I hold her down, submerged
Bubbles instead of final words
She struggles as she starts to sink
In years gone by in but a blink

She’s gone, I’m all alone
On the killing floor her final home
Her resting place done with such ease
If only I could rest in peace
Like moths my eyelids flutter
Bloodied hands, wordless cries uttered

Hope has gone along with her,
Even dreamless sleep escapes me
It was me, naivety, I murdered
Myself, innocence my paradise lost