Tonight is Halloween. One step light, one step heavy, swinging uncontrollably from left to right I started walking home late after a night's revelling at the pub dressing as Count Dracula's bride. I refused a lift from a mate because I didn't want to risk the chance of throwing up in my amigo's new Mercedes. Besides, I felt extra foolhardy and adventurous after the countless shots I put away in my hollowed legs that I challenged everyone for a sleepover at a cemetery but no one was up for it. At my age, it seems most of my companions' sole ambition is to be dull and unassuming. Father always told me to blend in with the crowd for security reasons. But father was not here. On top of that, I must have walked this path a thousand times and know it like the back of my hand. I could walk home backwards with my eyes shut and I never felt I had the need to fear anything at all, in light or the shadows.
Hello Ted. You are late online today. What’s been keeping you? Good evening Jeff. Yes, had to attend to a little family matter. It took longer than I anticipated. How’s school?
Tonight is the night, the pristine cold blue light of the full moon is piercing through the vast undulating pale mist of the Towy vale. Standing at my window, I carefully remove the needle from the record player and lift up the gauzy satin curtain. My pure gold long nail guards embellished with exotic jewels glint a mesmerising kaleidoscopic sharp cruel sparks.
‘Top of the morning to you, Felix.’ the dark grey Persian cat Inkhorn greeted the white poodle, Felix. ‘Oh morning, Inkhorn.’ the poodle looked up while realizing his heavy steps made the ancient oak floorboards creaking again. ‘Didn’t see you so high up there in the shadows, your kind work in stealth, you do, like them ninjas.’
Music of the Night It is that time of year again, the syzygy. The Sun is flaring with its colossal all-out tentacles reaching to envelope everything its light reaches; the moon is bold in full bloom ready to receive all there is the Sun has to give with the last traces of blemishes and imperfections gone; the Eath is coursing between the great bulges of deep dark liquid sapphire, making love to a great old song.
This morning, I woke up semi sober, which is rare nowadays. It’s one of those windows between the periods of catatonic fogs completely envelope me and render me intellectually incapacitated. I thought while I still retain a shred of clarity, I should write stuff down before all is gone again.
I watched Mayans M.C. on BBCiPlayer. I was very surprised as orthodox as the BBC is, it actually bought such a show with violent content and racial minorities as lead roles, well fuck me, what do you know, for a minute I almost forgot which side the white boys’ propaganda machine is on.
Cast of Characters RHYS DRAGO (Young Miner) RHION / RHIANNON DRAGO (MINER), Rhys’ sister LEWIS JACKSON (MINER), Rhiannon’s mate