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Dead things…

“No, taking photographs of dead things is not quite normal” I thought to myself as I passed a whole dead fish with its bulging eyes on the pavement. Wait how did it get there? we are miles from sea. I saw a guy peddling a wheelchair with his hands last night and didn’t really think anything of it, even though days before I had been inventing similar things in my mind whilst walking. I think I can attribute this to severe shock and strange occurrences…

Hero…

When I was young I could not draw, I was 13 years old and I could only draw cartoon eyes and nothing else much.

I drew a really bad monkey face and legs with fishnet stockings on a drawing that could have been done by a 6 year old, I named him “Superblokey”. He had all the usual shit, x-ray vision, superhuman strength bla bla bla, although his weakness was that he could not die not matter how much he wanted to. I wrote a poem about it years ago, I cant remember much of it so I wont pen it here. Come to think of it, its really quite depressive and sad.

In recent years I have been “Super Vagina Moistening Boy” which is because I get a lot of girls wet, but really I have a rubbish home and not much to advertise and I am quite shy, I could never talk to females. So some other guy always gets my juice.

I have realised recently that “super vagina moistening boy” a bit too much like “Orgasmo” from the film of the same title, only he gets the chicks and saves people.

So now…

My inner superhero will be called…

Slightly profound man…

Who always comes up with something slightly profound when everyone is too busy doing other things to notice…

I will write some basic stuff like poems, songs, short stories if I feel like it at some point or if I even care at all later on…

So er be too busy doing other things to be watching this space…