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Life and love are so amazing. But So is my new double glazing. Marriage and sex can be so fantastic. But so are my new doors in lovely white plastic. I love to see pretty girls in summery frocks.
#100days The chalice of old, The golden goose. That beautiful dream, To escape from the noose. Working week, Miniscule weekend. Bosses and colleagues Drive us round the bend.
Surely there is more then this.
For those of you who know me well enough, you'll know that I enjoy the rain.
I was in the supermarket today, and I saw a nice notepad. I thought, 'Why don't I get that notepad to write in?' But then I remembered I had Opuss to write in.
My phone is with me all the time. Proud to have it, proud to call it mine. It's in my pocket if not in my hand. I even take to the beach, I don't care about the sand.
I was once a happy man Laughing with my peers But now, thanks to salesman I cant do anything, cheers.
Is it just me Or is it you I seem to have Forgotten to Step into the real world Ignore the device It's a challenge I'll try to be nice.
Is it just me Or is it you I seem to have Forgotten to Step into the real world Ignore the device It's a challenge I'll try to be nice.
Sometimes I wish I was born into an amazon tribe or I could be a Tibetan monk. I want a simple life cut off from the 21st century.
Isn't it madness. We live in an age... Where technology surrounds us, As an every-day cage. I Skype in the morning, To say hello to my mum, When she's only downstairs, A few steps and then some.
The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings, but shorter tempers; wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints; we spend more, but have less; we buy more, but enjoy it less.
Remote controls are everywhere. And not just for TV. Used to make do with just one. Now there's at least three. They used to be so simple. For me to operate. Just trying to change the channel.
I see the notification A little red dot I hope it's validation From all you lot I see the message alert A text I have got I hope it's sexy texy dirt From someone hot I receive a beeping...
I have a case of the Mondays, Terrible, I admit, Start of the week. It should be great. Yet here in bed I sit.
Hand-dryer, why do you torment me so. Hot air is all I want you to blow. I put my hands beneath your spout, Yet no hot air is coming out. Leaky tap, why do you torment me so.
I am happy one day a month, and I think that is enough, 14th every month; I got a 750 TL in a credit card; at 4 am, at middle of the night, I don't sleep on 13th and eagerly wait for 4 am.
In my life There was a time When you had yours And I had mine Ordinary phones That just made calls Nothing less Nothing more.
If you stare long enough at the lights they get that great photographic blur, bokeh, which always makes the scene look deeper and far more interesting than it actually is.
There are so many things to do, places to go, people to meet. There are people to love, people to hate, people to hurt, and people to help.
Read a book,. Make a drink,. Watch tv,. Have a think,. Comb my hair,. Paint my nails,. Watch a film,. Hug my bear,. Have a snack,. Check my email,. Post on twitter,. Sleep I lack,. Fidget lots,.
Who made this garden. I ask myself. I want it at my house. The checkout stand reminds me what I can not live without with glossy magazines on racks, seductively displayed.
Position: Lying on the couch. Location: Home, in Haderslev, Denmark. Occupation: Texting girlfriend and playing with iPad.
Comes a time in a man's life, When he comes to the age of realisation. And with that age of realisation comes contentment. That contentment is often accompanied with Self Love and Comfort...