Tuesday, September 06, 2005


the other night i found my great-uncle's camera, it looked much like an ordinary camera; black and scuffed around the edges, but for a couple of odd features; in places it was inlaid with mother of pearl plates, which were engraved with arabic writing, it also could take pictures of the past.
As the shutter clicked you would get a glimpse of a scene that occured in the same place maybe ten years ago, perhaps forty. Strange figures would appear in the lens, furniture would be moved or replaced with something older. There was no way to tell which slice of the past the camera would pull into sight.


Blogger hell said...

hey simon on on on on

sorry if grumpy sleepy tired dell showed any lack of enthusiam for talking i CANNOT wait to lay my heavy head on your shoulder and see if you'll give me a HUGE hug & then we'll drink a hundred beers and dance like fools....

1:47 PM  
Blogger little nemo said...

hell yes.

8:18 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

babe how the hell are you all? things continue along here in the can. they have added a lane to the round-about outside department of defence. everyone is very excited about this, as we can now get to work a whole five minutes earlier. how much does one of your blossom brooches go for? take care. looking great.

9:22 AM  
Blogger rhymes with pony said...

sugar soap smells like fish oil

10:23 PM  
Blogger rhymes with pony said...

hey that kind of looks like it should be haiku.
we paint the kitchen
sugar soap smells like fish oil
but does the trick, yay

10:25 PM  
Blogger little nemo said...

not sleeping makes tired
haiku patience becomes short
lazy words end poem.

12:49 AM  

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