the life and times of mr. socks.

for the uninformed, i'm currently in the UK. it's spring now; the sun is shining, birds are chirping, couples are snogging in the parks and people are generally in a good mood.

that's just flat out depressing.

it's so depressing that i'm contemplating stepping in front of a tour bus and splattering my guts all over the aforementioned happy campers. if i'm not happy, no one else should be.

on second thought, no one should be happy. ever ever. happiness is depressing. spring is depressing. birds and ducks and snogging is depressing. swinefluswinefluswinefluswinefluswinefluswinefluswinefluswineflu. the fact that everyone is walking around merrily is proof that the swine flu is nothing but more hyped up garbage propagated by greedy businessmen trying to sell a few extra papers.

the fact that i'm probably going to end up working for one of them isn't much of a comfort either.

marinated black & green olives,
two pounds fifty pence,
spicy chicken wings,
three pounds fifty pence,
i am typing out the cafe menu,
you did not know that.

fin.

-socks

I upgraded my PC unwittingly- forgot that if you change (one?) too many core components, Microshat Windoze will fail to boot. Fine, not really my fault. What I did was copy over my files manually after installing Windoze on the same partition. Guess what? I forgot to copy over 'My Documents'. I copied the ENTIRE fucking folder and I forgot My Documents? I blame Jeebus.

Fine. Some of the documents are lying around stuck to some of my old e-mail. GUESS WHAT I DID AS WELL? Deleted my fucking Microshat Orifice folder. I use Outlook, and I have thousands over thousands of archived e-mails stored on my C:\ drive.

Use an undelete program you say? Well here's the kicker- I did a defragment right after I 'cleaned' up the drive. OH NOES. Not even Bill Gates or Satan can save my crappy old pieces of written work now. It's not like I intend to publish any of it- ever. I just wanted to look back for the sake of that nostalgic feeling you get when you're reading the first full length story you've ever written.

All I have now are my crappy blog rants. This counts as one as well, so I guess I'M ONE UP ON YOU JEEBUS. *flips jeebus the bird*

Socks out.

interstrewn sinewy branches spread
delicate light abounds as such
a pillar ridicules belief aloof
such arches the herald
the angels they lie
as we perspire
between two
one of
you

when you leave, please close the door

i don't want the wind in my face

it's cold enough when you're not around

freezing silent stupid early



it's empty here in this bed for two

a space for me, a space for you



when you leave, please draw the blinds

i don't want to see the sun shining down

you took the light out from my life

made the day a twilight ribbon



it's dark in my room when i'm all alone

my soul is tired, my heart is stone



i've walked a long ways from where i've come

it's been a long night and yet no dawn

i can't seem to get to what i see

so far from you, so far from me

if there's a hidden blessing i fail to see

it's so far from you, so far from me



when you leave, don't turn to stay

who i am is miles away

this city holds no secrets true

a space for me, a space for you

a space for me, a space for you.



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effervescent dreams turn to

blinding lights

the pale white night

a lucid bright

your silent sigh

don't make it right


a feeling lingers for the

half-empty glass

sitting beside

the windowside

it's pale tonight

a lucid white


the burning house,

the blinding lights.


-mr.socks

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How's it possible to not check your phone for 6 fucking hours?

The only feasible explanation I can think of is that you were sucking dick- but even then- can anyone really be THAT bad at sucking? I don't understand how it's possible to suck at sucking, but if it takes you 6 hours to get him off, you're probably the suckiest sucker who ever sucked at sucking.

Yes, that's you.

Say it loudly and proudly- I suck at sucking.

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sochx.