Tuesday, 9 December 2008

the cold hurts my hands. i clasp them round a hot cup of strong tea. looking at the table of clutter i find things to occupy my time.
playing with the molten wax like a mentally challenged child. trying ot mold a shape before it turns into its non-plastic state. always disappointed with my result.
i think about all the great things i could do if i could be arsed. thinking about it feels like to much effort. i want the day to go faster so i can go to bed guilt free.

interior view

Sunday, 7 December 2008


being a voyeur
i feel nervous
like in the movies i pretend to read a magazine.
when it looks like they have seen me
i frantically
flick page to page.
it becomes exciting and ecstatic 
my awareness of others around me is sharpened
questioning my perverted actions

after a few snaps i move on
the ecstasy crescendos in to my racing heart
as i leave my voyeur role i hide
my camera behind
my back
i exit just to see
my voyee
walk around the corner
the feelings are mad
i am /was\ not a sick pervert
i am getting excited
by these voyeuristic situations