tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35047270544528940142024-03-13T04:53:11.292-07:00Chicken and PiesSocrates Adams-Florouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00713695574076475655noreply@blogger.comBlogger235125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504727054452894014.post-60637197979195659252012-03-01T06:51:00.003-08:002012-03-01T07:02:45.341-08:00piece of crapfeed me into a meat grinding machine and turn me into artisan human sausages, seasoned with mace. force me into a cement mixer and add me to the foundation of a large, municipal building. slice me thinly and put me into a museum, the slices spaced apart and coated in glass. fry me in extra virgin olive oil and add bay leaves to me and then roast me in the oven, slowly, so that my fat renders down nicely and i am succulent all the way through. coat me in fabric softener and toss me into the washing machine. discover a vein of gold ore spewing from my bones, remove my flesh and make me a mine. cover me in heavy rocks i will be a statue for you. replace my blood with poly-filler and hang clothes on me and put me in the selfridges window at christmas. put me into a sun and make me be some fuel for a while. add me to an italian salad.Socrates Adams-Florouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00713695574076475655noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504727054452894014.post-46600077922506742102012-02-14T02:31:00.002-08:002012-02-14T02:32:01.933-08:00video about novelhi there here is a video about my book everything's fine<br /><br /><a href="http://vimeo.com/36665215">http://vimeo.com/36665215</a><br /><br />watch it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ;)Socrates Adams-Florouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00713695574076475655noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504727054452894014.post-65058257799132284802012-01-25T05:12:00.001-08:002012-01-25T05:13:11.490-08:00informationhello. the best place for non-uk residents to buy a copy of Everything's Fine is through this website:<br /><br /><a href="http://b5edit.blackwell.co.uk/jsp/id/Everythings_Fine/9780956658319">http://b5edit.blackwell.co.uk/jsp/id/Everythings_Fine/9780956658319</a><br /><br />thanks very much all of the wonderful people of PLANET EARTHSocrates Adams-Florouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00713695574076475655noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504727054452894014.post-49069524246853634032012-01-13T01:27:00.000-08:002012-01-13T01:38:22.598-08:00JUST LET ME BE WHO I WANT TO BEHi guys.<br /><br />Here is an early (now changed) draft of a bit of my new book - entitled Greece. I have only really started recently. But I feel good about it, or something. Also you can get my first one, Everything's fine either from the <a href="http://t.co/GjN4emWU">transmission print </a>website, or <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Everythings-Fine-Socrates-Adams/dp/0956658318/ref=sr_1_1_title_1_pap?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1326447254&sr=1-1">amazon</a>, or by going into a <a href="http://writeoncrawley.files.wordpress.com/2011/04/cropped_damien_walter_img_0689.jpg?w=640">bookshop</a> and asking for it. OK. Here is the bit of GREECE:<br /><br />-<br /><br />In an area of countryside in Greece, a young olive tree becomes self-aware. It has two branches. Each branch has two small silver leaves growing from its tip. The tree is beautiful. The wind tenderly moves the branches. As they move, the tree is aware of their tiny weight, and the sensation of its bark slowly shifting, opening pores and involuntarily contracting.<br /><br />Hot, dry wind. The sky is clear. A small bush near the tree becomes self aware. The bush is sexually attracted the tree. It is standard, shrubby, thorny bush, dry and dusty, not really green, just the colour of the ground. The bush wants to wrap itself around the tree.<br /><br />I feel sexually inadequate, thinks the bush. The wind blows the bush, and it frumpishly rustles. Could I be any less attractive, thinks the bush.<br /><br />-<br /><br />PS if you want to review everything's fine please send me an email thankyouSocrates Adams-Florouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00713695574076475655noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504727054452894014.post-3691007141558728512011-10-10T01:29:00.001-07:002011-10-10T01:30:11.769-07:00~@~<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oWjSI0DXuj8/TpKtDcbNePI/AAAAAAAAAKw/inV3rogLwtk/s1600/modernfam2.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 193px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oWjSI0DXuj8/TpKtDcbNePI/AAAAAAAAAKw/inV3rogLwtk/s400/modernfam2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661777956239669490" /></a>Socrates Adams-Florouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00713695574076475655noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504727054452894014.post-23459929166091049572011-10-01T06:33:00.001-07:002011-10-01T06:33:39.480-07:00everything's fine now availablefor preorder on amazon, weirdly<div><br /></div><div>would be great if you bought it, guys:</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Everythings-Fine-Socrates-Adams/dp/0956658318">http://www.amazon.co.uk/Everythings-Fine-Socrates-Adams/dp/0956658318</a></div><div><br /></div><div>thanks</div>Socrates Adams-Florouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00713695574076475655noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504727054452894014.post-34230830519975928532011-09-29T12:33:00.001-07:002011-09-29T12:33:51.156-07:00~~~~~~~<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ol9aUGxjCz8/ToTIGcSfYLI/AAAAAAAAAKo/14L7vFLAYls/s1600/AMODERNFAMILY1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ol9aUGxjCz8/ToTIGcSfYLI/AAAAAAAAAKo/14L7vFLAYls/s400/AMODERNFAMILY1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657867044882702514" /></a>Socrates Adams-Florouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00713695574076475655noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504727054452894014.post-69460623429792576282011-08-27T07:50:00.001-07:002011-08-27T07:51:37.913-07:00treatsitting down to do a little work on the new book, i thought i'd share a little bit of it:<div>
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I live in a canal riverbank in a nest that is decorated with empty food seasoning pouches, seasoning bottles, seasoning boxes and seasoning grinders. I have a large collection of glass seasoning bottles - they are my favourites.<br /><br />I used to be just an average guy, going to work in an office.<br /><br />Then I became the stoat.<br /><br />I was hit by a ray of radiation that turned me into the stoat.<br /><br />My super-power is being called the stoat.<br /><br />I swim into canal barges and steal seasoning. I go home into my nest and eat the seasoning and then use the packets to decorate my home. My wife doesn't know anything about my new life. Glass seasoning bottles dangle from strings made from my own head hair and they tinkle politely in the breeze. Plastic seasoning pouches are pasted with my saliva to the earth walls of the nest. They keep it water proof.<br /><br />I curl up every night after my day and sleep in the nest.<br /><br />It is a bright summer's day. I can hear the succulent lapping of the canal outside my nest. I can hear little birds singing everywhere, talking about their mornings and the gossip from last night out on the piss.<br /><br />I hear a person walk past, whistling. <br /><br />A man's head appears, upside down, at the entrance to my nest. The man is holding tightly onto a postman's hat, in order to stop it from falling into the canal. He says,<br /><br />'Stoat?'<br /><br />I say,<br /><br />'Yeah.'<br /><br />He says,<br /><br />'Got some post for you.'<br /><br />He pokes his hand into my nest. It's full of letters - junk mail mostly.<br /><br />I say thanks to him and then look through the morning post. I drink some water that I have dissolved pepper in while I think about the post. A couple of bills, something from reader's digest, letter from the bank.<br /><br />I am so lonely.Socrates Adams-Florouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00713695574076475655noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504727054452894014.post-17163195881013176212010-11-26T12:36:00.000-08:002010-11-26T12:40:25.147-08:00gchat with my mum (using my dad's name)<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "><div><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; "><span><span style="font-weight: bold; ">Ron</span>:do you remember when you were at primary school you were fascinated with jokes coming home everyday with new jokes?</span></span></div><div><span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136); "> </span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; "><span><span style="font-weight: bold; ">me</span>: really?</span></span></div><div><span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136); "> </span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; "><span>no</span></span></div><div><span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136); "> </span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; "><span><span style="font-weight: bold; ">Ron</span>: tea time was joke time</span></span></div><div><span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136); "> </span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; "><span><span style="font-weight: bold; ">me</span>: i don't remember</span></span></div><div><span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136); "> </span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; "><span><span style="font-weight: bold; ">Ron</span>: oh, yes</span></span></div><div><span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136); "> </span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; "><span><span style="font-weight: bold; ">me</span>: that's true, is it?</span></span></div><div><span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136); ">8:32 PM </span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; "><span><span style="font-weight: bold; ">Ron</span>: a lot of them - sure true</span></span></div><div><span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136); "> </span><span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; "><span><span style="font-weight: bold; ">me</span>: haha</span></span></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div></div></span>Socrates Adams-Florouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00713695574076475655noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504727054452894014.post-81394408946021756722010-11-22T15:56:00.000-08:002010-11-22T15:58:21.005-08:00great writing (should i shut this blog down?)Here is a series of haiku poems written by Ellen, the daughter of the television presenter. She is sixteen years old and loves writing poetry. It helps her relax. She always leaves the first letters of her sentences in the lower case. She does it because she thinks that it makes all of the words as important as each other, in some way.<br /><br />feeling young<br />although I don't know<br />nothing else<br /><br />who am I<br />i have no idea<br />who I am<br /><br />what is life<br />is it anything<br />or nothing<br /><br />why do i<br />do the things i do<br />i don't know<br /><br /> She buys notebooks in packs of three from a local newsagent and fills them up with poems and short stories. Her dad worries about her from time to time because she is so introverted. Sometimes she writes poems about hating her father because he spends so little time with her. There are paintings from her very early childhood in which her depiction of her father is a scrawled black angry scribble, compared to a smiling mother, happy house and rolling younger brother. She would always draw herself holding a book.<br /><br /> Ellen is checking her email. As she checks it, one of her friends sends her a message through gmail chat. They have this conversation:<br /><br />tracy: hi ellen - your dad's on tv. the other two presenters r so fucking hot. can your dad get me to meet them? <br /><br />ellen: haha that is sick.<br />no.<br />he can't get you to meet them.<br />you are a slut, tracy.<br /><br />tracy: haha i would like to have sex with the small one<br />he looks like a rat<br />like a man-sized rat<br />that is hot<br />your dad is hot<br /><br />ellen: fuck you<br /><br />tracy: fuck youSocrates Adams-Florouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00713695574076475655noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504727054452894014.post-12003218353258380882010-11-15T15:30:00.000-08:002010-11-15T15:45:55.281-08:00hot interview with gavin bowerGavin James Bower is an average guy with a huge amount to give. He has already had a novel published by Quartet, and loves living the high life. Here is an interview between him and I. I think that we both come across as great guys.<div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "><div class="im" style="color: rgb(80, 0, 80); "><div style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt; ">1. You are so dreamy. How do you keep your complexion as peachy and dreamy and silky as you do?</div><div style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt; "><b><br /></b></div></div><div style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt; "><b>i stay dreamy by writing in lower case. i don't have time for upper case or a complicated moisturising routine. i've got things to do.</b></div><div style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt; "><b><br /></b></div><div class="im" style="color: rgb(80, 0, 80); "><div style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt; "> </div><div style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt; ">2. Explain why it is important to carry on breathing in the context of contemporary culture, and also in the wider context of consciousness.</div><div style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt; "><br /></div></div><div><span><span style="font-size: 10pt; "><b>being determines consciousness, but being also </b></span></span><span><span style="font-size: 13px; "><b>determines</b></span></span><span><span style="font-size: 10pt; "><b> breathing. consider this. if you think about breathing, a vague sense of suffocation ensues. 'i am therefore i think' should, therefore, really be 'i am therefore i breathe therefore i think (i am suffocating)'. you can have that.</b></span></span></div><div><span><span style="font-size: 10pt; "><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div class="im" style="color: rgb(80, 0, 80); "><div style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt; "> </div><div style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt; ">3. You are so brainy. What food do you love to eat to stay so brainy?</div><div style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt; "><br /></div></div><div style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt; "><b>i'm on the anti-raw vegan diet, and have a particular aversion to inverted commas. they give me the meta-runs.</b></div><div style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt; "><b><br /></b></div><div class="im" style="color: rgb(80, 0, 80); "><div style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt; "> </div><div style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt; ">4. Explain the relationship between the mind and the body in the context of the following questions - What is the mind? What is the body? (Please answer these questions with reference to the idea that there may be no difference between the mind and the body).</div><div style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt; "><b><br /></b></div></div><div><span><span style="font-size: 10pt; "><b>my answer to question 2 presupposes the </b></span></span><span><span style="font-size: 13px; "><b>supposition</b></span></span><span><span style="font-size: 10pt; "><b> that there is no difference between the mind and the body but, as a nobody, i really have no idea.</b></span></span></div><div><span><span style="font-size: 10pt; "><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div class="im" style="color: rgb(80, 0, 80); "><div style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt; "> </div><div style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt; ">5. Who are your dream dinner party guests?</div><div style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt; "><br /></div></div><div style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt; "><b>you, obvs. a guest of your choosing - a stranger, preferably. and my girlfriend, because she's hot. that would be a sexy and awkward dinner party; in short, dreamy.</b></div><div style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt; "><b><br /></b></div><div class="im" style="color: rgb(80, 0, 80); "><div style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt; "> </div><div style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt; ">6. Please explain the irrelvance of 'heavy-weight' British literature due to it's insistence on dealing with unimportant plots and twisting 'interesting' narrative, in contrast to a more primal, 'experiential' level of existence concerned with raw and unprocessed experience and sensory information in the context of human consciousness.</div><div style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt; "> </div></div><div style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt; "><b>i had to vomit because of all the inverted commas. what was the question? ok, my answer is: tom mccarthy's <i>c</i>.</b></div><div class="im" style="color: rgb(80, 0, 80); "><div style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt; ">7. Are you a dog lover or a cat lover? Why? Which would win in a fight?</div><div style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt; "><br /></div></div><div style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt; "><b>i'm human-pet-culture-ambivalent. if there is such a thing. which, of course, there isn't. my mum loves cats. so does my girlfriend. i quite like dogs, but i couldn't eat a whole one. am i right? hello? is this thing on...?</b></div><div style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt; "><b><br /></b></div><div style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt; "> </div><div style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt; ">8. God?</div><div style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt; "><b>does not follow you on twitter.</b></div><div style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt; "><b><br /></b></div><div class="im" style="color: rgb(80, 0, 80); "><div style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt; "> </div><div style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt; ">9. Which mobile phone operator do you use? What is your ringtone? What is the coolest music and sexiest woman ever?</div><div style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt; "><br /></div></div><div style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt; "><b>orange. i've been with them since my first contract, about ten years ago, which shows you how old / loyal i am (28 and very). my ringtone is the iphone standard one. it's called 'old phone' but i have the new phone. the iphone 4. did i say i have an iphone? i do.</b></div><div style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt; "><b><br /></b></div><div style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt; "> </div><div style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt; ">10. ._____________. ? </div><div style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt; "><b>a neutral facial expression. if there is such a thing. which, of course, there isn't.</b></div><div style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt; "><b><br /></b></div><div style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt; "><b>you can find more about gavin here:</b></div><div style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt; "><b><br /></b></div><div style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt; "><b><a href="http://www.independent.co.uk/arts-entertainment/books/reviews/dazed--aroused-by-gavin-james-bower-1766403.html">http://www.independent.co.uk/arts-entertainment/books/reviews/dazed--aroused-by-gavin-james-bower-1766403.html</a></b></div></span></div>Socrates Adams-Florouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00713695574076475655noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504727054452894014.post-22194899540024048042010-10-17T13:28:00.001-07:002010-10-17T13:28:55.929-07:00has this ever happened to you?I look at my friend. His head is a toaster. Toast flops out of his mouth. His head is a fan. He blows air at me. His head is chair. He sits on top of his own head. His head is a printer. Paper curls out of him. His head is someone else's head. He looks at himself. His head is a whale. His head is a fly. His head is a roast chicken, rotating on a spit, dripping animal fat over his suit. His head is his body, sitting upside down on its own neck.Socrates Adams-Florouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00713695574076475655noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504727054452894014.post-24547614222994233842010-08-25T01:52:00.001-07:002010-08-25T01:54:00.600-07:00advert for lovely and fresh marmite<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lNIPf8g9KHE/THTZ-nL05FI/AAAAAAAAAIs/oMvuV0S_DfA/s1600/Snapshot_20100825_1.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lNIPf8g9KHE/THTZ-nL05FI/AAAAAAAAAIs/oMvuV0S_DfA/s400/Snapshot_20100825_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509267913874662482" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>marmite company, you owe me some money. please send it to me. i kept my end of the bargain.</div>Socrates Adams-Florouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00713695574076475655noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504727054452894014.post-44655368413312289692010-08-18T01:33:00.001-07:002010-08-18T01:35:22.097-07:00advert for 'rancid vinegar flavoured yellow paste' French's Mustard<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lNIPf8g9KHE/TGua8jJ0TjI/AAAAAAAAAIk/WFIhE6mG_iM/s1600/Snapshot_20100818.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lNIPf8g9KHE/TGua8jJ0TjI/AAAAAAAAAIk/WFIhE6mG_iM/s400/Snapshot_20100818.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506665334409809458" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>i am waiting for my cheque, French's</div>Socrates Adams-Florouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00713695574076475655noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504727054452894014.post-60748484210283415332010-08-17T06:33:00.000-07:002010-08-17T06:36:09.178-07:00advert for 'delicious' evian mineral water<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lNIPf8g9KHE/TGqP_-RkXvI/AAAAAAAAAIc/KG6FL_XkWmM/s1600/Snapshot_20100817.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lNIPf8g9KHE/TGqP_-RkXvI/AAAAAAAAAIc/KG6FL_XkWmM/s400/Snapshot_20100817.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506371823625068274" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>could someone who works at evian send me some money, please?</div><div><br /></div><div>if you have a product you would like me to advertise, please let me know.</div>Socrates Adams-Florouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00713695574076475655noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504727054452894014.post-86259060071444266242010-08-12T10:09:00.000-07:002010-08-12T10:18:01.766-07:00i am afraid of dyingjust hit 30,000 words. <div><br /></div><div>here is a sneak peak, to get everyone interested. if anyone wants to give me some money for it, now would be a great time!</div><div><br /></div><div>------------------------------------</div><div><p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none"> <span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">John is talking about drinking in a pub. </span></span></span> </p> <p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none"><br /></p> <p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none"> <span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">'Drinking is OK, but I will never do it again because I am so drunk that it feels uncomfortable.'</span></span></span></p> <p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none"><br /></p> <p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none"> <span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Processing these words, bored. There is a pint of Guinness on the table. There is a glass of Bailey's next to the Guinness. The Bailey's is there as a joke. </span></span></span> </p> <p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none"><br /></p> <p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none"> <span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">'Drinking is making me feel so drunk.'</span></span></span></p> <p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none"><br /></p> <p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none"> <span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Smelling fried food. The smell of fried food. The smell of Guinness. The taste of Guinness. Swallowing Guinness. Can't be bothered. Bothereding. Bothering. Not bothering. Not being bothereding. Impossible to be bothereding. It is not possible to be being botheredering. </span></span></span> </p> <p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none"><br /></p> <p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none"> <span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Speech: Can't be bothered.</span></span></span></p> <p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none"><br /></p> <p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none"> <span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">John has finished his drink and is looking like he wants to drink some more. </span></span></span> </p> <p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none"><br /></p> <p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none"> <span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">'I feel so drunk that if I drink anything else I will be so drunk that I may get sick. I am going to buy another drink. Do you want another drink?</span></span></span></p> <p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none"><br /></p> <p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none"> <span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Nodding head. Finishing Guinness. Looking at the women in this bar. None of the women are a woman that used to live with someone who didn't call the landlord when he was meant to. </span></span></span> </p> <p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none"><br /></p> <p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none"> <span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">There are women here with the same parts as that particular woman. They wear the same clothes. They seem to not speak an identifiable language. They feel perfumed. Feelings of physical lust intensified by alcohol. Women torment man by their existence and his inability to understand or speak to them. Legs not trembling. There is a hand resting on the table and lightly stuck to it. The table surface is covered in a thin layer of ash, from many years ago, when smoking was allowed in here. The ash is covered with fluids. There is no Bailey's or Guinness left in the glasses on the table. More Bailey's and Guinness arrives as John sits down. </span></span></span> </p> <p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none"><br /></p> <p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none"> <span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">'This drink is going to push me over the edge. I am thinking about propositioning a woman this evening. I find it easier to that when I have had a drink.'</span></span></span></p> <p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none"><br /></p> <p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none"> <span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Boredom. Thinking about scrapheap challenge. Thinking about the female presenter of scrapheap challenge. </span></span></span> </p> <p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none"><br /></p> <p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none"> <span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Speech: I miss my ex-girlfriend.</span></span></span></p> <p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none"><br /></p> <p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none"> <span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">'Time heals everything,' Says John. 'Time heals all wounds.'</span></span></span></p> <p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none"><br /></p> <p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none"> <span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Speech: Time doesn't heal cancer.</span></span></span></p><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Socrates Adams-Florouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00713695574076475655noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504727054452894014.post-46691583015072666272010-08-11T13:05:00.001-07:002010-08-11T13:06:42.623-07:00concept artwork for 'i am afraid of dying'<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lNIPf8g9KHE/TGMCwdHatYI/AAAAAAAAAIU/j_afpB3zYVs/s1600/i+am+afraid+of+dying.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 251px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lNIPf8g9KHE/TGMCwdHatYI/AAAAAAAAAIU/j_afpB3zYVs/s400/i+am+afraid+of+dying.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504246201049593218" /></a>Socrates Adams-Florouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00713695574076475655noreply@blogger.com1