h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Hey darling.
You'll read this when you get back off holiday. I'll be so bored at work throughout this week I may well end up sending you s***loads of e-mails while I clock watch my days away...anyhoot, kisses and rude stuff. Speak soon
Love, aonemantidalwave.
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(eyes slowly open)
Leeds.
(blinks)
S***. I'm still in Leeds.
Still doing the job.
Every morning I wake up I prey I'm somewhere else.
In the heart of the jungle primeval maybe or in deep space.
Anywhere.
...but here.
Life is notorious for moving fast, I find that to be true...but not today.
Today is the day when everything slows down.
Bad mood isn't the right phrase, but it's the first phrase that comes to mind.
Shake it out your head Jack.
...remember you can't go home again.

...would it really be physically possible to fill a waterbed with orange juice and then get a porcupine to burst it with merely one of his spikes?
If only I had a waterbed and a spiky animal I could put this intriguing theory to the test.
Too much time on my hands isn't the right phrase but it's the first phrase that comes to mind.

I'm breaking through,
I'm bending spoons,
I'm watching flowers in full bloom
And I'm looking for answers from the great beyond.

Another day, another dollar and another bunch of whinging pr**ks.
Tonight I'm braving my old local where I'm wanted by many a bitter Thornerian for my past crimes.
You are on holiday.
I am Number 6.

BCNU.





aonemantidalwave says goodnight.

(message ends)

OK.
It's late in the day on Wednesday and you're probably sitting in a bar somewhere kicking back with Alski.
I'm at work.
Want to trade places?


Thought not.
Peace.

Dope's been downgraded.
Whoopee-doo!

Well my dear,
It's 8:54 am and for reasons unknown to myeslf I've deliberatly showed up for work early, I'm not actually going to do anything until 9:30 so I thought I'd jump on the net and send a thingy.
Got 2 texts from you this morning...about f***ing time too!
Meeting Nige for bevvies this evening (...and he doesn't hate you before you start!)
Find myself missing you more than I originally expected, mostly because we were just getting warmed up prior to your departure. Still, you're back Tuesday so we'll pick up where we left off with any luck.
Right, thats all the sensible stuff out of the way.
Quotes, song lyrics and in-jokes ahoy!
Love/Peace/Rude Stuff,

aonemantidalwave
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Can't get By The Way by the Chillis out of my head.
...and in HMV on Saturday they were playing the whole of Californication, reminds me of you.

Notice that I put a little smiley on the last thing. BE HONOURED! I never do that for ANYBODY!
Plus Californication usde to remind me of Leeds fest'99, me being battered on all sorts of things staggering from tent to tent...it's nice to have something new to identify with.

How long have I been sleeping?
How long have I been drifting on through the night?
How long have I been running for that morning flight?
With the distant promises and the changing light.
With the shadows and we'll both fly,
Late for the sky.

If you are going to e-mail me again...PLEASE don't put it on the discussion groups, EVERYBODY can read it, including Spinks! Not that I mind, but I don't want everyone on the planet reading stuff from you to me.
Rant over.
Love,
aonemantidalwave

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Hey sweetness.
The sun is shining.
Off out tonight on the razz with the Gibbo Machine.
Looking forward to having you home.
Bored.
Bored.
Bored.
Al? Mincing about with drag queens?!
Why am I not surprised?!

Kisses and...more kisses.

aonemantidalwave

Gibbo sold me out!
That dirty dumb rat b*****d!
I'll club him and eat his bones.
No Friday night out for me!
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
Calm now, dude, calm now.

...and so the afternoon continues.

One hour to go.
One hour til the end of this overlong week.
It feels like a God I don't believe in is stretching time and space to pay me back for my disbelief.
It was hot and sunny earlier...now it's all gone bad.
In 10 minutes time I'll be practically the only person in the office.
Dark days.
Dark days.

Just spoke to you on the phone...more depressing than uplifting.
And I'm stuck at work.
With nothing to do.
Nice to hear your voice though.

"I'm praying for rain,
I'm praying for a tidal wave,
I want to see the ground give way,
I want to watch it all go down.
Mom please flush it all away,
I want to see it go rotting down,
I want to watch it go right in.
Watch you flush it all away."

Work is descending into silence.
Damn-I want a beer.
Nervous memories on this warm night in Leeds.
I remember earlier years, the kind of high that never comes again. The kind of high you spend the rest of your life trying to replicate.
Early life, dating and "Two's on fags,mate".It's not as if I miss it but I do look back it all with a certain fondness.
Time ages us and makes us bitter, makes us LESS human.
Time strips us of our innocence and makes an enemy of ourselves. In this world, at this time memories are the one true thing we have. Memories of our own life, the REALITY of it all-photographs only show what they want but memories have depth.
Subtexts and metaphors, physical rememberance and emotional response...all this makes us human, time takes it all away.
Thing is the more time we have lived the more desperately we hold onto the past.
Why?
To remind ourselves that we too have lived.
To feel like we were someone once and can be again.
Nervous memories.
A sadness descends.
Beer must be drunk.
Beer and dope is my make-up.
Slap enough of it on and it changes my exterior perception.
Makes me "FUN".
Makes me a whore for the cheap laugh.
To be excepted.
To be loved.
...Sorry, I lost my train of thought.
Now where was I?

Woah-Sorry.
I was taking life seriously there for a second.
Anyway.

And so here we are.
Getting ready to make a break for it.
Freedom.
Obscurity.
Just another freak in the freak kingdom.
Do it right.
Why not?
After all, I've been working like a godamn dog all f***ing week.
Just edge slowly to the door and then run...don't look back, only cowards look back.
A man on the move.
...And just sick enough to be totally confident.

aonemantidalwave.
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