The Pile

When I see a UFO, I always ignore them.

Gestalt Mundo Generation

"Some of the greatest problems we have today are in the music industry. The entire notion of why people like music hasn't been discovered. Like time. What is the nature of time?" - Bryan Ferry, famous astrologist.

In an earnest reply the prime minister eagerly agreed that scientists should look into time science and pledged thousands of pounds towards a study into what time was, hiring almost half a dozen scientists from around south east England to crack this problem. So far they have only drawn a few basic diagrams.

The Love Of Itself

Half spilled full on chrome arbius twinges in the doorway, it's tendrils like icicles caught the orange and yellow lights flicking on end after each other in a chase, the race of a self-conducting megaparticle occupying beyond the dimensions through the traces of the neutrinos falling like raindrops, unzipping. A circle, circular. A self righting balancer dancing across the high planes, the sky above them lit up with the light thrown from hundreds of different cosmos. Elaborate patterns are just beyond the reach of sight. The periodic table, the human genome, the theory of special relativity, the computer. Logic. A scientific experiment is something which can be recreated, history repeating. And repeating.

Crumbling variations of wax faces pouring with fake blood as the bodies tumble onto the foggy moor. The director nods and the film is released straight to DVD, as is the case with that particular type of film. Cyphers common throughout the world are the blockbuster laser activated info-disc slot into the alloted player. Sleeper agents sleeping urgent.

Slide In

A confluence of bodily fluids. The great wheel of time turned amidst the dimensions as a potential eternity shifted, this end of the rotation finishing in space overtaking time, stone cold solid matter.

That is the biggest fear of civilization; success leading to overpopulation. And in the future we shall all have a vegetable garden in our pocket and pass each other a steak and kidney bean!

Entering The Dream

Blazing golden conduits amidst the brain space, seventeen inch of LSD screen implanted for viewing of the mind's eye during sleep, cortexoptica. Flashes of fuzzy blues surrounds a tiny rotating square in the centre of the screen.
"The experiment was a success." gurns the doctor. And out from the channels between neurons a flood of information was freed, zapping the dude's brain into overdrive. An Ancient Aztec God of despair, the night, death appeared. He was dressed in the traditional clothing of a God and rose from the air a melting skull that frothed over his black fingers. It was all an advert for a new deodorant designed for teenage boys. The cameras stopped rolling and were then taken to a laboratory for the correct editing, ready for broadcast between news reports of an ongoing disaster that hadn't yet occured.

Hollywood Cambrian

He removed his teeth with the calmness of regularity and turned back to the interviewer. "The reptillians live amongst us hiding in suits made of lubricated skin. I am a freedom fighter and have decided to go public, blow this whole conspiracy wide open." he said, sliding the wig off his head. The radio presenter watched in horror as a crocodile man emerged from the Ted Danson suit.

Age

A sculpture I made from blood and metal and light.

Et In Arcadia Ego

I wrote a book to view on electronic book reader 'Kindle', or you can just download the pc client if you don't have one.

Buckfast.