Stare Into Space

IMG: The Great Old Ones: C’psicum

For measureless aeons it lurked in the pepper, biding its time, awaiting release. Posted remotely by electronic trickery and magick, possibly involving cats’ souls.

IMG: Black Circles

  Posted remotely by electronic trickery and magick, possibly involving cats’ souls.

IMG: With apologies to Byron

And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill. Posted remotely by electronic trickery and magick, possibly involving cats’ souls.

IMG: Chocolate Tinted Glasses

Quality Street Milk Choc Block wrapper as filter. Then a little Lomo. Posted remotely by electronic trickery and magick, possibly involving cats’ souls.

IMG: Dune

Posted remotely by electronic trickery and magick, possibly involving cats’ souls.

IMG: Almost Not There

Posted via Gerry Hayes on Posterous as I’m off my arse and away from a computer.

See: 5:16

Posted via Gerry Hayes on Posterous as I’m off my arse and away from a computer.

At The Zoo: They Forgot Hector

  DO NOT PISS OFF THE ANIMALS. Posted via Gerry Hayes on Posterous as I’m off my arse and away from a computer.

My Local Park

  ATTENTION! ATTENTION! THE MINISTRY OF PARKS HAS DEEMED YOU GUILTY OF FACECRIME. REMAIN WHERE YOU ARE—PARK PATROL HAS BEEN DISPATCHED.   Posted via Gerry Hayes on Posterous as I’m off my arse and away from a computer.  

See: Thaw

Stupid snow. We are due to travel to my parents for Christmas dinner. The Snowpocalypse saw us panic-buying emergency Christmas fare in case we’re unable to do so. It had better keep thawing as I’m not relishing the thought of the turkey substitute we’ve been lumbered with. It looks like a huge, frozen, chicken McNugget. [...]

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Gerry Hayes

Gerry Hayes

I mostly sit around all day and drink tea. Occasionally, I write stuff and send it to strangers so they can humiliate me and debase my efforts. Other than the self-harm to dull the shame of failure, it's not a bad life. Like I say, there's tea.

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