Hello, Darkness

I woke up to a really dark morning today. I have to remember that the clocks will go an hour back again this month as British summer time is drawing to a close. Why we move the clocks backward is still beyond me, but I was told it is supposed to save daylight in winter evenings – but working twelve hours in a day doesn’t really make any difference. You go to work early morning when it’s really dark and come home in the evening when it’s surprise, surprise – daylight saving time or not, really dark. Worse, you will find that it probably rained most of the day as well.

If you find yourself eating lots of carbohydrates, generally miserable and becoming more and more antisocial, you probably is SAD – suffering from a biochemical imbalance in the hypothalamus due to shortening of daylight hours and the lack of sunlight during winter otherwise known as Seasonal Affective Disorder.

So, I sorted out my wardrobe: Off the loft went my T-shirts, my sneakers, sandals, flip-flops, and assortment of sunglasses, visors, baseball caps and everything that looks bright. Down came the biker jacket, woolly sweats, trench coat and that mean black Doc Marten boots. Good bye to brightly coloured 80’s preppie slash nerd look and say hello to blood sucking Lord Byron.

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I’m surprised to find out how much rubbish I have accumulated. Did I actually wear these clothes? No.

Then I read this: Shopaholics are almost as likely to be men as they are women, according to a study published by psychologists today. [ Guardian Unlimited ] And eat your heart out, this: Freud thinks men are anal-erotic. Freud represents the ‘anal character’ by the image of a man who, like the devil, is given to hoarding, sadism and pedantry, and who, like the devil, is a secret lover of excrement. [ Freud Satan and the Serpent ] I dread the day when The Devil Wears Prada opens in UK cinemas on Thursday. Sick.

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sunglasses. mud flows like river. along with industrial waste. ashes falling from the bleak sky. the prey is seen lying on the surface. with debris, tissue paper & matchsticks. fleas flocked to feast on the refuse. the parasites viscerous craving thrived on the flesh. their blood: slime tinged- the colour of money. their fat-bellied camouflaged aid. serve the compulsion to suck. from the sallowed cadaver of the victims