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| Sunday, September 19th, 2004 | |
| 6:20 pm | Its Dark In Here My neck is hurting, creaking, my knee is swollen it gets that way, I am shapping my beared and counting my hats, got a steel rose and ipod that im turning up real loud. Im reading more books than i can keep track of, the stories roll into each other the characters become confused and raise their eyes in confussion, another mask on the wall, and whitby is calling. Rumours of my death have been overrated, the camera is still clicking, taking photographs of people for money but no one with blood in the viens, rolled the dice one two many times and the coffee has eaten my stomic linning away, the police still have my name tapped into their screen, still watching still waiting, ive typed up the old tails, almost done now, the tails of another time, the tails of a travelling man, the pros written by someone i once caught a glimse of in the mirror and all the time i puff away on my pipe and search the frameing and the shadow and the moment and the person, click click |
| Tuesday, October 1st, 2002 | |
| 3:35 pm | Its been a while, my hats been hung up for a while. Been playing cards with strangers in bars, taking photos of people in the dark. I went to germany for a wedding and Marrocco for a walk. Im sitting in Wimborne drinking red wine. I want to find someone to photograph, someone who makes the photos twitch. |
| Wednesday, February 13th, 2002 | |
| 10:01 pm | It is always a little hard to gauge what is acceptable and what is not in any particular form. Excuse me if I fall into the not category, I am sure some one will soon tell me. I was interested in the issue of limits. I have been a dom for 10 years now, yet I find myself pushing things further and further and expecting more and more of my subs and slaves. They seem more than happy with this arrangement. I wonder if people have found a happy plato, or if like me when you start searching and trying, you have to keep looking for the new? |
| Monday, February 11th, 2002 | |
| 7:25 pm | I vanished for a while (thank you for your contact) will I be staying a little while;e? IOt remains to be see. I travel a little, see the world in a glass ball, journey to the other side I went for a walk and cant work out what is going on anymore. I have my hat on and am sitting in the library, I'm pacing up and down among old manuscripts and thinks its time to get a new cleaner, someone with a duster. We will see. |
| Wednesday, January 30th, 2002 | |
| 8:20 pm | |
| 7:47 pm | So long since I have written. tears are falling like rain drops. I am broken. I wonder if all is lost? No use asking you, you don't know the answer. I need something more. Ever feel like going on a rampage? Taking what you want by force? I want that tonight, I want to walk the street with my capes flowing, my hat on my head, my carved walking cane going click click on the street, I want to find someone who wants to party, or find someone who doesn't, I want brutality and force and just a bit of screaming. I might go for a walk. |
| Tuesday, January 8th, 2002 | |
| 10:46 pm | Dracula stalks heritage centre Saw this in the Times today, "Christians are indignant that English Heritage plans to attract visitors to Whitby Abbey in North Yourshire by using the authour and his creation Dracula. It is hoped that £5.6 million redevelopment will allow Whitby Abbey, already a Grade 1 listed ancine monument, to be designated a World Heritage Site, but English Heritage intends to station an actor dressed as Stoker alongside it, telling visitors how the abbey's atmosphere inspired his gory tale. Local churchgoers are upset because the Abbey - its predecessor hosted the Synod of Whitby 664 - is one of the most important Christian sites in the World. There are also complaints that most of the Whitby action in the book is around the town church and not the cliff top abbey at all. The Rev Grayham Taylor Vicar o Cloughton, near Scarborough, and a former Whitby Curate, said of Stoker: "I think it is a stupid idea to include him in the headland Heritage Center at all - it's yet another ploy to exploit the tenuous link between Whitby and Dracula. I think it's absouloutely ludicrous." written by Robin Young, The Times |
| Tuesday, November 27th, 2001 | |
| 8:20 pm | been as always a long time since last I scribbled my name in this distant journal;, im of to Cologne tomorrow and then Prague just doing a quick whirl wind of grabbing camera shots for three days and then back to England. Ah! The life of an international photographer. I still hunger for real flesh, real people, photos that give you goose bumps, models that make you want scream - or make you want to make them scream. Must find some interesting subject some people in bared wire cat suits dancing on ledges in the dark. |
| Sunday, November 18th, 2001 | |
| 12:51 pm | desire runs through my blood like wine runs between my lips at a party. I want to take today, I want to tie so tight, I want violent dirty sex, /I want someone on there knees cowering before the sting of the whip, I want to open someone wide with y fingers and enter them deep |
| Thursday, November 8th, 2001 | |
| 2:04 pm | GRRRARHGHS Well howday how do my head feels like it going to explode, im messing with a cybe slkut, a middle age house whore who should know better. Hey wait a minute should i know betteR? My head is going to exploed any minute now i can feel it getting ready to pop like an over sized zit. Ive been getting myeself in a whole lot of trouble latlely, my brother girlfriend put on a show for me involving a vibrator, he was not best impressed when he got home. Hey these things happen you know? Well I should know better but this is my dead jopurnal so here i am aloud to say FUCK IT ALL TO HELL |
| Thursday, October 18th, 2001 | |
| 2:49 am | m sorry to say thus far i have deprived you of entertainment by refussing her kind offer,. |
| Sunday, October 7th, 2001 | |
| 11:52 pm | The party was great. (pimps, tarts, grannys and trannys) I went as a Granny and was the bell of the ball, I bent spoons throughout the evening and showed of my fangs. I smoked a lot, and drank a lot, and was just monged out all today. Seems an odd way to live. |
| Saturday, October 6th, 2001 | |
| 12:53 am | I have got my fangs in place and feel a hunger for the taste of blood, to nip at a throat, to pierce skin, to taste blood. I dress in black and watch the shadows walk across walls, I befriend them and they come to my call. |
| Friday, September 28th, 2001 | |
| 12:40 am | Picture the Castle, if you will, the iron wrought gates and the rolling lawns. Picture the butler opening the door, the study the library, the dinning hall. The two way mirrors and secret passages, the hearth, Picture the dungeon and the chains, the leather and the canes, |
| Thursday, September 27th, 2001 | |
| 12:11 am | Taking a walk in the dark I find myself more at home than during the morning hours, I find the shadows strangely comforting, and find myself somewhat more alive in these hours than in the brightly lit world of colours galore. I look on the walls for the engraves of those gone before, I search the grave yards for friends I never met, and sleep in the embrace of the stone |
| Wednesday, September 26th, 2001 | |
| 11:59 pm | I now have like many others, two journals, my live and my dead journal. Or should I say my know and unknown, this is going to be for the darker side of life. Some might call it the truth. Welcome in. Current Mood:  amused |