Seize the Day

Well, it's a brand new King Lear (as the Cockneys would say), and a brand new brunth (as damaged Cockneys would say).

2011. The Chinese year of the Elk. The year that looks like a duck, an egg and two ones.

It feels similar to 2010, except I have a stye in my eye.

2011. The Chinese year of the stye.

I prefer stye-less years. And stylish years.

I hope 2011 doesn't lead to a permanent loss of vision. It would make typing difficult. Imagine if I hadn't been able to write all this. It would be a tragedy akin to the Oklahoma City Bombing.

It's also a Sunday.

But not a Sunday.

It feels like a Sunday, but there's no work tomorrow. It's odd. Like my depression has had the wind taken out of its sales. I need to redirect it into some kind of misery turbine or making a sculpture of a wound.

And on the Seventh Day, God felt slightly uneasy and unable to relax, constantly plagued by the ominous shadow of Monday...

Let's liven things up with some fun pictures.

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Thomas Edison viewed from above

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Antique vase (stolen)

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Dog Knees

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Night Hammer

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Night Hammer (on)

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Let Loose - Crazy For You CD Single

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On my deathbed, as I realise how precious life is, and yearn for just a few seconds more, I'll think about the fourteen minutes it took me to draw dog knees.