My Diary: The Procession

Today was a strange day and I never found out what to call it.‭ ‬I called the evening Emily‭ (‬it called me Christopher Robin‭) ‬and diligently sorted out all the sparkles on the surface of the sparkle machine.‭ ‬I pulled a rope home,‭ ‬remembering all the people who were never in when I called.‭ ‬Once inside,‭ ‬I swam in a glass of red wine which had been stirred with a tuning fork.‭ ‬I settled down to sleep in middle C.

The Procession

The Procession

My Diary: The Sacrifice

Large fish were hunting for small men as the stair rods came down like old people in wheel chairs.‭ ‬Having several sacks of time in my hands I sat in the Red Indian shed chanting and moving my peace pipe pencil in complex spirals.‭ ‬The lost tribes walked round aimlessly in the prison yard.‭ ‬I went out to unlock the door and then went out to lock it again‭ ‬-‭ ‬having never gone inside.

The Sacrifice

The Sacrifice

My Diary: Codex One

The start of a new snail person era.‭ ‬I felt tired as I was peeled of the backing paper and spread on the arena floor.‭ ‬I picked flowers and planted myriads of model Earths while the sellotape clock kept ticking.‭ ‬The voice in the sky was learning a foreign language and the police came to the water rats who live next door.‭ ‬I raised the flag and lowered my eyes.

Codex One

Codex One

My Diary: Planning My Day

This is my last week of forming part of the floral pattern of a plush international carpet.‭ ‬Seagulls called within the hanging bells as I trudged to the shops across the solidified lake made from facile facial expressions.‭ ‬I briefly held up the Earth while Atlas visited his mother.‭ ‬I then dug a hole in the past and buried myself in it.

Planning My Day

Planning My Day

My Diary: Gardens

After a brief period swimming on my studio floor,‭ ‬June and I took the slime mould machine to a medieval city on a rain cloud.‭ ‬Rain dropped from the fish plates that shone in the artificial sun illuminating a facial map of Australia and a‭ ‬procession of country bumpkins on their way to the lost isle of Avalon.‭ ‬I came home with a picture of a girl swimming on her living room floor.

Study For A Garden

Study For A Garden

 

Garden Design

Garden Design

My Diary: Leaning

I stood up and stepped out of the page far too early in the morning.‭ ‬I found the cat inside the television and I turned him over.‭ ‬The kittens were practising the Indian rope trick‭ ‬-‭ ‬June was lighting the filter end of her cigarette and smoking it‭ ‬.‭ ‬I was late going to the dentist.‭ ‬When I got back I put a balaclava on the ceramic guard dog and pretended it was a terrorist.

Leaning

Leaning

My Diary: Hearing Voices

I looked out from the canopy of the spitfire mark five a bit later than planned.‭ ‬I made myself even later by stuffing a fully functioning weather station into my spare pocket.‭ ‬I then spent all day moving the green damsels in distress that populate the nether regions of the purple world.‭ ‬As I didn’t have to paddle my canoe along one of Titan’s methane rivers during the evening I built a new town in an old armchair.

Hearing Voices

Hearing Voices