Lost in Space

Yesterday I had my teeth operated on. Root canal surgery is a new type of pain for me. A very lovely pharmacist recommended soluble codeine and paracetamol. It nearly works, but not quite enough. It’s a cross between dissolution and nervous entropy. The pain that is, not the codeine. n.b. At the time of writing,

The Flesh of Human Kindness

We eat this meal in defiance against the trick that was played on us.

A Good Fit

I’m still waiting for my outfit to arrive.

Speccy Head Speaky out the truth

An entire nation once went to War with me!

Reasonable adjustment.

Reasonable adjustment.A friend.Reaching a new arrangement. To execute the end.A real life measure, weighting to be seen.Mis-connected real life woes that receive a mismatched meme.When there was once a star to guide us, all there is, is trees.Where the void was filled with silence, my brain brings only greed. I am only saying this because

Hello From Outside

Did you know that these days there is a new kind of knowing for Spacehaul? It takes a certain faith, but the shadows of knowledge and direction flit over your perception on a regular basis. It doesn’t care what time it is or if you have the time. Knowing will make up time for you.

Empathising with the unsung

Poking the invisible with a sharp pointy stick

The burden of truth

Your probably thinking this is some sort of art joke. It doesn’t feel that way.