Feb 14Th

Chocolate cake was a particular favourite, but blood has an annoying way of splattering everywhere and spreading suspect DNA.

Moleskine Pages --He Loves Me

Even on a beautiful sunny day, I felt compelled to carry an umbrella. He never got tired of trying to kill me even though I'm sure he still loves me.

Moleskine Pages- Lividity

A glorious spread, democratically reciprocol. Yet she remained angry...livid, even in death.

A New Moleskine Book- In The Beginning

This is the 'Title ' page of a brand new book hence the inclusion of my name and a date.
' The natural world hesitates when it's on the verge of self- destruction.'

Moleskine Pages - Teddy Beares Picnic

They danced with awkard rhythm to a tuneless noise. When they lived on cloud nine their rent was paid, food was solid gold and breathing was their last hope of survival.

Seaside Suicide - Moleskine Art

When I was very young, a highlight of the summer was the Sunday school outing. Usually at a tiny old fashioned play park called Wannock Gardens. We'd have a picnic lunch, play on the rides, visit the resident water otter,  and spend our pocket money on cheap crap in the gift shop. My mother for some unknown reason told us we could no longer go there as it had fallen into the sea, now it was close to the sea but I didn't think it was that close. I often thought of that magical little place and wished it was still around for my children to see. I discovered recently that it didn't in fact fall into the sea it had just closed down because the owners couldn't maintain it. On the way back from this visit we'd stop near Beachy head, a famous suicide spot that boasts it's own resident counsellor who tries to talk people out of ending it all. I'd look over the edge and shiver as a child not really knowing why, but sensing that this was a very sad place. Over the years the idea of suicide and my Sunday school outings became intertwined as I'd picture The entire play park committing suicide. Thanks mum, yet another unnecessary lie that screwed me up!

Moleskine Pages - Casual childbirth

Falling in love with inanimate objects is something I do all the time, not in a romantic way, but I love things! They don't have to be valuable, beautiful or useful either. But this isn't about me, It's about some who deliberately (possibly unconsciously) fall in love with the unattainable. They can then justify their disappointment and misery. The casual childbirth slipped in because I had the television on while I was doing this and the program about women who give birth without ever knowing they were pregnant. There may be deeper meanings that will filter up eventually but for the moment that's it!

Moleskine Diary pages

i read a story in a newspaper recently about a man who scouted for women in the lonely hearts pages, he'd invite them to a romantic picnic, listen as they poured their troubles out and at the end of a perfect afternoon would dispatch them without a second thought. He rationalised his actions by saying that he saved them from lonely sad lives after giving them a good time, it was an altruistic act of ultimate kindness you see!