terry loves peonies

i like terry

so I just have to tell myself "there's no place like home..."

there is so much I miss about India. It's a year since I left and rather time making the memories and longing fade it just seems to grow exponentially. I miss the smell, how the stink mixes in with the best cooking smells you can imagine and all sorts of spices and perfumes. I miss the cigarettes, those half-sized strong little bastards that cost mere cents so we smoked them all the more. In a world that seems to be dominated by blacks and greys I miss the colour, of the clothes, the buildings, there were flowers everywhere and everything was decorated with beautiful art and such pride. I miss the people, such amazingly beautiful, happy people, people with next to nothing but they still have their smile, they have each other, they have love. I miss it a lot.

vid4day

(also from old blog)





old blog is here btw myspace.com/t-feh

cheating...

(this is from my old blog)
(but I still like it.)

My Shaggy Hat

One day, I too will be a homeless man and wear the same clothes all day every day, an old coat, too-short trousers, canvas shoes held together by string and my old hat with the top all worn away and soon it will have no top but I don't mind, I just stick in a few feathers, a few flowers and some red wool I once found and go along my merry way. And I will walk around the streets before 6am while the sun is rising, I'll walk around with a beer in my hand, always beer it's all I have but I drink it when I want, and look at all the things you can't see when everyone's awake, the nice little cottages that are still sleeping and the pink and orange clouds because it's a really wonderful sunrise this morning. And then I'll take lemons from the box of free lemons someone has left out, they're wet from last night's rain but I don't mind, so am I. And as all the joggers run by me I will see in their sad eyes as they glance quickly by my crinkley, smiley face that they wish in their hearts that they were me.