Appetite for Distraction – Another Day.


He wakes up. He feels guilty because last night he ate between 12 and 14 battered cheese fingers that he heated up in the microwave. He is not sure of the number because he stopped counting after five but he knows that it was between 12 and 14 because…

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Appetite for Distraction – Another Day.


He wakes up. He feels guilty because last night he ate between 12 and 14 battered cheese fingers that he heated up in the microwave. He is not sure of the number because he stopped counting after five but he knows that it was between 12 and 14 because…

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Appetite for Distraction – Another Day.


He wakes up. He feels guilty because last night he ate between 12 and 14 battered cheese fingers that he heated up in the microwave. He is not sure of the number because he stopped counting after five but he knows that it was between 12 and 14 because that is the number given on the box. They were tasty but he feels shame. He showers. He still feels shame. He gets on the bus. Shame follows him. Then he takes a nap on the bus and when he wakes up shame has gone somewhere else – perhaps to the woman who is dozing in front of him. Nothing happens at work so he eats some sushi. Then he goes home.  A monstrous human being is sent to prison for a long time. He smells an orange. He does not feel like eating it. He wants to drink some wine but he doesn’t have any. He records his experimental podcast and then leaves it sitting on his hard drive not sure what to do with it. He sneezes and then falls asleep. As he drifts of he can feel shame returning.

Appetite for Distraction – Another Day.


He wakes up after significant terrible dreams that involved terrible unnameable acts. Then he goes downstairs to get some breakfast but the fridge is empty. This is surreal. It was full when he went to bed. He has some coffee granules and makes some…

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Appetite for Distraction – Another Day.


He wakes up after significant terrible dreams that involved terrible unnameable acts. Then he goes downstairs to get some breakfast but the fridge is empty. This is surreal. It was full when he went to bed. He has some coffee granules and makes some…

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Appetite for Distraction – Another Day.


He wakes up after significant terrible dreams that involved terrible unnameable acts. Then he goes downstairs to get some breakfast but the fridge is empty. This is surreal. It was full when he went to bed. He has some coffee granules and makes some coffee. He is confused about the empty fridge. He watches some anime. Attack on Titan is still insane. He goes on the internet and watches various people masturbate which seems to be his new hobby. He pretends it is for research for some novel or other that he is yet to write and it makes him feel less guilty. He gets into work in the afternoon and no one cares. He talks to colleagues and they all complain to one another about things they dislike about their particular part of their particular job in this particular organisation. It is like everywhere else in this regard. He wishes for a pay rise. He writes a rough script for a podcast which is a combination of Welcome to Night Vale and Alistair Cooke’s Letter from America. It is a mediocre version of either. It is a mediocre version of both. It is not very good. He plays cards. He gets caught in the rain. His clothes are soaked but his camera remains dry. He has a glass of wine and he reads and he talks to his girlfriend and then he drifts off into a worried sleep.

Appetite for Distraction – Another Day.


He wakes up. He watches a show called Attack on Titan which he can only describe as insane. He wonders where Egypt’s former President is. He realises he cannot do anything about this even if he knew where the former President of Egypt is. In fact he…

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Appetite for Distraction – Another Day.


He wakes up. He watches a show called Attack on Titan which he can only describe as insane. He wonders where Egypt’s former President is. He realises he cannot do anything about this even if he knew where the former President of Egypt is. In fact he…

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Appetite for Distraction – Another Day.


He wakes up. He watches a show called Attack on Titan which he can only describe as insane. He wonders where Egypt’s former President is. He realises he cannot do anything about this even if he knew where the former President of Egypt is. In fact he wonders, is he still the President of Egypt even though he has been disappeared? He does not know the answer to this. He wonders how many years Bradley Manning will be locked away for and if he will be allowed to wear any clothes and if any of the people he revealed in the document release that he committed who seem to have been committing crime be investigated for any crimes as well. This is probably unlikely, he concludes, because no one seems interested in prosecuting a helicopter gunship crew for massacring journalists and children in a street because they may have, in the future, committed some kind of crime and the law is for the powerful and the weak have to do the best they can to ingratiate themselves or hide underneath things. Then he writes a thing and then he eats some lunch and then he doesn’t feel very well and is sure that he is about to vomit on the bus but he manages to not vomit on the bus. He tries to read to distract himself but this only makes him feel worse. Then he gets home and slides into his bed and lies in his bed feeling sick and not knowing why he is sick but feeling very sorry for himself either way. He falls asleep and his dreams will be very unpleasant.

Appetite for Distraction – Another Day.


He wakes up.  Sex. Sex. Sex. Sex. Sex. Sex. Sex. Sex. Sex. Sex. Sex. He actually wakes up. Commute. Work. Commute. Sleep.

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Appetite for Distraction – Another Day.


He wakes up.  Sex. Sex. Sex. Sex. Sex. Sex. Sex. Sex. Sex. Sex. Sex. He actually wakes up. Commute. Work. Commute. Sleep.

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Appetite for Distraction – Another Day.


He wakes up.  Sex. Sex. Sex. Sex. Sex. Sex. Sex. Sex. Sex. Sex. Sex. He actually wakes up. Commute. Work. Commute. Sleep.

Appetite for Distraction – Another Day.


He wakes up. coffee. bagel. book. television. laundry. bed. vacuum cleaner. internet. shower. toothbrush. toothpaste. turkey bacon. vanilla flavoured almond milk. cell phone. podcast. welcome to nightvale. ice cream. carrot cake. more coffee. more…

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Appetite for Distraction – Another Day.


He wakes up. coffee. bagel. book. television. laundry. bed. vacuum cleaner. internet. shower. toothbrush. toothpaste. turkey bacon. vanilla flavoured almond milk. cell phone. podcast. welcome to nightvale. ice cream. carrot cake. more coffee. more…

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Appetite for Distraction – Another Day.


He wakes up. coffee. bagel. book. television. laundry. bed. vacuum cleaner. internet. shower. toothbrush. toothpaste. turkey bacon. vanilla flavoured almond milk. cell phone. podcast. welcome to nightvale. ice cream. carrot cake. more coffee. more television. He goes to sleep.

Appetite for Distraction – Another Day.


He wakes up. He was dreaming of fighting off a zombie Winston Churchill. He won but also, in many ways, he lost. It is never an enjoyable experience to crush the skull of a zombie Winston Churchill with a baseball bat especially as the zombification…

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Appetite for Distraction – Another Day.


He wakes up. He was dreaming of fighting off a zombie Winston Churchill. He won but also, in many ways, he lost. It is never an enjoyable experience to crush the skull of a zombie Winston Churchill with a baseball bat especially as the zombification…

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Appetite for Distraction – Another Day.


He wakes up. He was dreaming of fighting off a zombie Winston Churchill. He won but also, in many ways, he lost. It is never an enjoyable experience to crush the skull of a zombie Winston Churchill with a baseball bat especially as the zombification process occurs. He shaves. His beard almost immediately grows back like Tim Allen in The Santa Clause. He watches Chris Hedges talk eloquently and is depressed by it. He spends the whole day doing nothing and then is saddened by a train crash in Spain and then confused by what is going on in Egypt and then he buys a bottle of wine and then he buys some sushi and then he goes home and he drinks the wine and he eats the sushi and he watches Gore Vidal being witty in 2002 and then he sleeps.

Appetite for Distraction – Another Day.


He wakes up. It is a morning of unashamed masturbation. He reads a book by Zbigniew Kazimierz Brzezinski called The Geostrategic Triad : Living with China, Europe, and Russia which is interesting and cogent and now a history book because it was written in…

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Appetite for Distraction – Another Day.


He wakes up. It is a morning of unashamed masturbation. He reads a book by Zbigniew Kazimierz Brzezinski called The Geostrategic Triad : Living with China, Europe, and Russia which is interesting and cogent and now a history book because it was written in…

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Appetite for Distraction – Another Day.


He wakes up. It is a morning of unashamed masturbation. He reads a book by Zbigniew Kazimierz Brzezinski called The Geostrategic Triad : Living with China, Europe, and Russia which is interesting and cogent and now a history book because it was written in 2000 before the world changed forever in 2001 in September in the 11th day so it’s not to say that it is irrelevant or that the book has no meaning but it strikes him as interesting that the book is less relevant now than it was then and it’s funny or sad or merely just a fact that the man and the advisor and the initiator of the funding and the creation of the mujahadeen to fight and distract the Russian Empire who were invading Afghanistan was none other than Zbigniew Kazimierz Brzezinski  and then many years later the crucible of Afghanistan had created Al Queda and 9/11 but it was probably all worth it wasn’t it he is sure it was because now the world is full of peace and love and it is easy to have 20/20 vision when looking back into the mirror of history if history is a mirror is it a mirror maybe it’s a broken mirror but it is a wonderful thing to observe Mr. Zbigniew Kazimierz Brzezinski  talking with great gravitas on the television and writing his books and being respected by everyone he speaks to yet no one is calling him out on the fact that he invented the mujahadeen and they were the cauldron from which the joy of modern islamic terrorism in it’s current form was born but then he is an ignoramus who knows nothing about international relations or politics  or history and he began the day by masturbating into a sock so he realises he knows very little and has no qualification to comment on the complexity of world events. He writes a great deal and he takes some surreptitious photographs of police officers and then he goes to sleep.

Appetite for Distraction – Another Day.


He wakes up. He turns on his phone. He is greeted by a large number of increasingly drunken and obscenity laced voice mails. He wished that he hadn’t turned on his phone. He calls the culprit. They end the relationship that has already ended. He is…

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Appetite for Distraction – Another Day.


He wakes up. He turns on his phone. He is greeted by a large number of increasingly drunken and obscenity laced voice mails. He wished that he hadn’t turned on his phone. He calls the culprit. They end the relationship that has already ended. He is…

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Appetite for Distraction – Another Day.


He wakes up. He turns on his phone. He is greeted by a large number of increasingly drunken and obscenity laced voice mails. He wished that he hadn’t turned on his phone. He calls the culprit. They end the relationship that has already ended. He is confused. Then he gets in the shower and gets on the bus and gets into work and the baby is still alive and all across Britain lightning strikes and thunder broils the very air. Odd shaped celebrants stagger down the street screaming it’s a boy it’s a boy. It’s all very medieval. Then finally we see the boy. It is lifted aloft and the circle of life is complete but the best news of the day involves Carlos Danger, the secret sexting name of Anthony Weiner who last year ended his life as a congressman by sexting. He kept at it even as he is now running for mayor of New York with his beautiful wife standing beside him. Dear god this man is amazing. A clever, beautiful wife and yet still he sexts a man after my own heart unashamed, perverse, unrepentant. He will make a great Mayor of New York when he wins later on in the year. He calls the culprit and despite misgivings all is forgiven and they agree to continue on as if nothing  has  happened but he knows that something has happened but loneliness and love are unhappy bedfellows and they let things get out of control so he lets it get out of control and hopes that he will be able to control whatever is going on. This has not worked for him in the past and it will probably not work for him in the future but love, contrary to the movie Love Story, means always having to say your sorry so he is willing to embrace the maelstrom and accept the consequences of that. He promises to delete the voicemails which he does and then he falls asleep.

Appetite for Distraction – Another Day


He wakes up. He is late. He doesn’t shower. He tries to be useful at work but his heart is not in it. He does a web search for the woman he lost and discovers that she was arrested five days ago for driving under the influence. This makes him sad and makes him wish that he could call her and ask is she is okay but he also knows that this is mental and that he shouldn’t do this. He talks to his brother about other things. He eats some macaroni and cheese and some chicken. He watches two episodes of Castle which is a show that he now loves. He reads an article by a man criticising another man for saying that Ulysses by James Joyce is a waste of a read. The article was a waste of a read. He was disappointed by the whole tone. He watches Futurama. He laughs. He sleeps.

Culture of Illusion – This and That.


this and that black and white

This and That.

The rain fell in haunted lines,
Straight separations between this and that.

Lonely neon screens glowed in empty toy strewn rooms;
Witnesses to this and that.

Cattled commuters wedged in tight
On pilgrimage to this and that.

A single figure ran round the track
Yearning quietly for this and that.

Stale coffee poured in styrofoam
Is brief respite from this and that.

From out the gloom a clot of light
In recompense for this and that.

Appetite for Distraction – Another Day.


He wakes up to Stackolee the same song he wakes up to every morning. He turns on Way to early as he always does changing the channel from the Comedy Channel from where he finished watching The Colbert Report last night with the memories of an awkward…

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Appetite for Distraction – Another Day.


He wakes up to Stackolee the same song he wakes up to every morning. He turns on Way to early as he always does changing the channel from the Comedy Channel from where he finished watching The Colbert Report last night with the memories of an awkward…

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