Being with you is electric,
shocks replaced with butterflies,
perilous and sweet.
The dark and the rain and tea and fish,
mean nothing to most but everything to me.
Being with you changes everything,
hugs more than hugs,
words more than words,
kisses more than kisses…
Even time.
Being with you changes time,
be it the ticking of a clock
or the beating of my heart,
time is never quite enough around you.
Being with you is unconditional,
if you were a storm
I’d be dancing with the thunder.
Being with you is my now.
Being with you is my happy.
Being with you is my future.
Being with you is fantastic.
Tag: HorridCarrot
A Poem about a Girl
Dark and the quiet of comfort,
two minds, so different yet travelling together
and for a while all is settled.
Life stops rocking but my heart still beats.
We said romance is but a dream,
but this is better.
This is real.
I don’t know a lot,
I don’t know you yet,
I don’t know me yet,
and I don’t know us yet.
But I do know,
I want to.
Seven hours is a long time
but it goes by so quickly.
Rescuing Dr. Caroll
Today in HorridCarrot studios (My Flatmates bedroom/our kitchen) we return to playing the Rare hit, Perfect Dark, included in the Rare Replay package.
Again we take up the mantle of super sexy, super spy, Joanna (surname yet to be Wikipedia-ed) in her battle (?) against evil corporation (we assume) DataDyne.
- I think I should point out now that we clearly haven’t been paying a huge amount of detail to the story line, and just really enjoying shooting many many bad guys.
A lot happens in this episode, and in the aim of titillating your taste buds yet avoiding spoilers for a 17 year old game I will just tell you a few things to keep your eyes peeled for:
- Our Super Sexy Spy Bum
- Op Shotguns
- Mouse Romance
- Bad Ass Lasers
- Blinded by the Night!
- Use of our Initiative (Not Google)
- Intense Elevator Usage
- And finally….. Unacceptable Scientist Casualties
Enjoy…..
Me but a sexy spy…
So I made some more YouTube videos,this ttime we play Perfect Dark, a n64 game revamped for the xbox in the rare replay package. In it we make a friend, leave a friend behind show no mercy and even have a slow motion replay. To be fair there’s not much more you could ask for….. Fine there’s also some sexy n64 ass (happy now!?)
Just click the link above!
*Disclaimer- The cake is a lie*
Haiku #2
This blog is a mess
Stories, reviews and haikus
I don’t envy you
Off to be the Wizard – Scott Meyer
So a little back story here, my flatmate works in a library as a library assistant, that’s what you and I would consider a librarian. Turns out the librarian is more of a shadowy figure pulling the strings in the background and not the people you see at the library. Regardless she’s my book dealer…. She hits me up with the good stuff, and she knows what tickles my fancy. So one day she off hands mention a book she saw, that I would like cause, and I quote ‘it looks a bit odd’.
I must admit, when I picked it up and first started reading, I was doubtful. It was odd, and tongue in cheek, but in a way that made me a little bit embarrassed for it. It tripped over itself like an awkward kid. But like all great puberty stories it quickly found itself and I found myself quickly absorbed into a strange world somewhere inbetween hackers and King Arthur. The characters themselves are instantly likeable, from the awkwardness of Martin stuck in a new land, to the plain simplicity of Phillip the mentor.
I quickly found myself wanting to read more and the humour is the two that once you get it, it’s stuck. I would reccommend this book to people of a certain sentiment, perhaps those with a specific type of humour. Give the authors web comics a read, and if they make you chuckle, don’t hesitate to stop and pick up a copy of this book!
Asari Huntress
Here’s part two of our gripping, thrilling,head turning and as the kids would say dope Mass effect lets play series.
In this episode we change the weather, the Math, the living make up of our biological family and my entire brain chemistry. Also Cora does biotics (turns out she’s an Asari Huntress)
Haiku #1
This blog is a mess
Stories, reviews and haikus
I don’t envy you
Water Cooler Conversation
There was nothing amiss with the sounds that came from the offices of McNorton incorporated, or of the people who walked in and out of its large glass doors.
There was nothing inherently sinister about its white ceramic reception desk, and certainly nothing malicious about the young intern sat behind it typing quietly into a computer.
In fact McNorton Inc Resource management was so unremarkable benign, that even the finance department, widely regarded as the most evil of all departments were often described as happy and amicable people. Even those people many would condone as actually evil or at least slightly corrupt were of a more pleasant kind. The higher management, the kind of men and one equally fierce woman, with large offices full of trophies and books and windows designed to remind you of the buildings height were all very charitable and considered kind and fair employers.
So it was a huge shock to everybody, me included, when the demon did first appear.
It was Monday and Sharon was tired,what was supposed to be a few drinks on a Saturday evening had resulted in her waking up at in a strangers house Sunday afternoon, and she was still being haunted by the remnants of a hangover. That and she’d lost one of her favourite bras.
Gary walked past the desk where Sharon was trying very hard to look she wasnt on Facebook and gave her a shy smile. He had read somewhere that it was the safest type of smile to give a woman you admired.
Sharon looked over at him not dissimilar to how she would have looked at a fox thatgot into her rubbish last Friday, trance mixture of pity and annoyance and went back to Facebook one her friend about bras.
Gary was overjoyed, she looked at me he thought gleefully to himself as he walked into a chair.
Tim watched all of this unfold over the top of his computer screen. He felt a bit sorry for sorry for Gary, he had no chance with Sharon, she thought she was a lot prettier than she was, simply cause she slept with a lot of men.
Tim was the strange kind of quiet person that realised things like, sleeping with lots of people usually means you’re not as pretty as you think you are.
My Life in 17 Syllables
Here’s a handful of Haikus I wrote about my job at a call centre….
So many phone calls
Will it ever truly stop
Only time will tell
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How can I help you?
Sorry Margaret that’s not right
Have a pleasant day
Some Words From A Guy 