Saturday, 12 February 2022

Strange Footprints


 

The Evil Cornucopia


 

Walking Dead


 

CFZ On the Track Holsworthy Extra Witnesses account of crow behaviour

 I watched the crows the other day take a plastic house which had peanut high energy food off the branch I placed it on it had a thick chain on it and throw it on the floor I presumed this was out of frustration but when I examined it the next day the container was upright and all the contents nearly gone.

The sound of silence

 

The journey had begun to reach the ultimate goal of creating a new colony on the planet Mars in the year 2080 ,it was once only a pipedream by due to setting up a successful base on the moon we as man can finally have our star Trek moment and reach our new frontiers.
But the only downside is the journey which will take over a year so we have to take in turns to make sure everything is shipshape.
I personally hate the fact of peering in the darkness and treating it like an old friend.
I often  find myself talking  to the darkness each time I am on my shift again and again on a endless loop.

When it's my time in the sleep chamber I ķeep getting the same vision softly creeping like its try to plant a seed  in my brain.
I still go to my shift but the vision still remains in my sub consciousness and all I hear  in the control deck is the sound of silence.

In my now restless dreams I am walking down a narrow corridor made of cobblestone under a strange halo light then  my eyes are stabbed by a the brightest of flash of neon lights .
This makes me feel split between the reality of sound of silence from outer space.

I awkwardly awake in that faze between sleep and being fully awake suddenly I as I look out of the window screen I see ten thousand grey like figures, no voice s speaking, seemingly hearing without no visible ears to use the power of listening.

Then in my head I heard voices shared  to my brain via the power of the creature s minds.
I was disturbed when my sound of silence was broken by thier words.
"Fools you do not know that to us you are like your earth s cancer, hear our words we are reaching out to go ,go back to your planet we do not wish your footprints destroying our way of life"

Then they  bowed and closed thier hands like if in prayer as if too some neon God.

Then it was gone I still felt the flashing sign and words forming as I wondered around the sleeping chamber s of my fellow travellers.
I spoke my final words.
"Prohets have written on the subway walls in the tenement halls we are not meant to go beyond our planet earth "
With that I placed myself back in my sleeping pod not awaking my next colleague for thier shift as I had entered the code for self destruction.
Then all that whispered in space was the sound of silence.


Friday, 11 February 2022

Excuses

 

Excuse of the year Covid is all I hear ,time for no more excuses, live life not fear.

Coffee time (2)

 The land had a sense of portending  evil which made the people animated and clamour  for some escapism. 

This  their found by watching a liza mannequin movie even those of thier on race suffered segration. 

I sat in my car looking in the drivers compartment as a keen enthusiast of mineral in banana s.

I watched the guilty party gather at the club Fussure to practice yoga poses ,I snuck around towards the back door of the building, opened the fire door and released a common analgesic which changed all inside natural elevation forever. 

This was the plan made by my party to set up confrontional to get too thier enemy s leader Cupids lover who was sitting pretty ruling as from afar in some west Indian state  

Fibber , crooked were the wo use by the military vips when I was captured, they laughed at my gentlemanliness ,I called them hicks.

For while I await the hahangman's noose, I remember my venetian artist youth when I kept a young  cow as my muse.

Then out of the blue the hangman told me he was behind schedule  so instead of struggling at the end of a noose until I ran put of air or my neck broke I was heading to headland instead. 

My smile looked back at my executior from the wicker basket, he just picked it and throw in among the rest of the pile. 



"Dragon Jackanory 8