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Resurrecting forgotten characters

A few years ago I had the idea in my head to create a cartoon series, not realising how difficult it is to do that - but I ploughed on anyway, and that was when I brought out the singular episode of the Alien Vegetables.  I had drawn a whole cast of characters, most of which were only concepts, with the intention of bringing them to life in a series of adventures across space.

  But having drawn all these characters I didn't know what to do with them!  

It's true!  I couldn't think of any stories.  I was hoping to collaborate with my business partner at the time, but they left the project for personal reasons, and left to my own devices I couldn't think of nay original albeit "Good" ideas for these characters to explore.  

So after producing one very unsuccessful episode (You can find it on my Youtube Channel as of writing this - floating around on the NET with a grand total of 18 views...   Yes - big big flop!  And very discouraging... check it here if you have time), I decided it was not worth the energy to proceed with the project and called it a day.  The Alien Vegetable adventures in space was not to be!

So for a long time these characters sat gathering electrical dust on my hard drive - almost forgotten, but not quite.

I drudged some of the characters out of the darkness for a few brief moments.  You will find some videos in my archive featuring some of these cartoon aliens, chief of these being Ivan Lives.

Then, after starting my Rant series, it struck me.  Would these videos not be the perfect playing field for these characters to take over?  Make them the star of the show!  Why not have aliens critiquing Twitter, Youtube, the Internet in general, adn give the whole of the big old darn Earth a general good verbal bashing!

Maybe it is time to open up the archive and resurrect these old forgotten characters, and give them life.  If I can't think of a story for them to inhabit then why not have them sit back on their spaceship and laugh at the story of Earth 2022 and beyond!

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Trolleys dumped in the UK | Short Documentary

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Jim's Subway Part 1

[NOTE from the author:  I don't know where I am going with this.  So I will leave notes at the bottom of the text.  It may seem random, because it is, but I need those notes.  They are good to me.]

Jim was the original night-owl.

  Sleep in the day and live (though almost barely so) at night.

  He worked the night shift.

  Watching things on TV screens.

  It wasn't glamorous but it paid the bills and it paid for the drinks.

  On his days off he made the best he could of it.

  He lived a make-believe life.

  He wrote books about mysteries.

  He didn't sell many books.  

  But when he was around people he liked to pretend that he did.

  That was Jim.

  He lived at night and he dreamed in the day...

  O yes that was Jim.

  He didn't speak to anybody.

  He loved the quiet as well.

  People and their speeches broke his soul.

  He only had to talk to one person in the night...

  That was his coworker Jon Ward - a man made of entirely different things.

  Jim and Jon couldn't have been more different not even if God himself had intervened.

  Jim hated Jon with a fierce passion.

  Jim was a writer.

  He liked to sit and think.

That was Jim.

  Jon was a loud.  Very Loud.  Jim liked to call him, "A piece of human junk."

  And every night was nightmare as the two men rattled and tattled with each other in the darkness.   

  Jim would have given up if it wasn't for his mind, because there was always fantasy to hide in.

  And it was to fantasy that Jim always retreated!

  AGAIN AND AGAIN.

  Not only was it the safest place to be it was the best place as well:

  Because in fantasy Jim was the master - "and everything else was just a dream!"  That's what Jim would say about fantasy if anyone cared to ask him about it:

  Fantasy is my muse.

  Fantasy and dreams...

  "And dreams are just vapour in the twinkle of a living human mind."

  Life was just better when you were pretending to be the master of a dream.

  And that was how he spent his days...

  Walking around town wearing a trenchcoat, Jim liked to pretend he was some kind of private detective on a mission.  

  Yes.  That's how it was with him.  

  Think fantasy and live it.

  Jim thought it was better to imagine he was something else better than accepting what he really was:

  Because what was he really?

  Not a lot - if he admitted it - just these:

  And idiot.

  A nobody...

  AND WORST OF ALL!

  A drunk.

  He often walked around the day with a bottle of whiskey at his side.

  Being drunk was the only time the world made sense to him.

  And it also motivated him, and he needed motivating for the days ahead.

  Because Jim was on indeed on a real mission when he stood before the wide gaping mouth of the tunnel.

  And this is what it:

  He had inherit locker in the old backroom that had once belonged to his friend, Greg.

  Greg had moved on with his life but Jim got his locker.

  And in the locker Jim found a few odd things.

  All useless and bad...

  ....And one thing that was almost good...

  A few pages torn from a book about a ghost that haunted the abandoned train tunnel by the Old Town Subway station.  

  Greg had seen the ghost, apparently, and had written about ti, saying: 

  'It appeared to me as a giant shadow!  I call it the Tunnel Man.  He was at least eight feet tall.  He could of been a drifter, dossing in the old tunnel.  Not a pleasant place to live, but at least he would have a ceiling over his head in winter.  But there was something odd about this fellow.  He would disappear out of sigh, like magic.  I have seen him walk through walls twice.  That's why I don't think it is a tramp.  It has to be something supernatural.'

  Greg also wrote about an abandoned hostel at the end of the tunnel, a spooky old building messed up by graffiti, debris and the waste of passing dossers.  He said that the front door was unlocked and he could get into the building, but after entering the wretched building he did not stay around for long.

  He wrote: 'I entered that building alone, and the terror I felt once I was inside was overwhelming.  A few feet in and I started to tremble like a fool.  I felt like evil eyes were watching me.  I knew I needed to get out of the building, and so I did.  I ran!'

  After reading Greg's story Jim felt he had to do something.

  And so he found himself standing before the dreaded haunted tunnel.

  He knew it was time to go into the place and see the truth for himself.

  Was Greg a liar with qa great imagination...

  Or was there really a ghost waiting to be found in the shadows...

  This was Jim's mission: to find out the truth.

  It was time to find out if anything was hiding in the old abandoned tunnel.

  

[I shall release the story in bits.  Thank you for reading and best wishes!]

[This story for me is an experiment in spontaneous writing.  I am just doodling about with this one, throwing down ideas and see where it will lead me and the characters.  Scroll down to see the earlier parts of this story.  Thank you.]

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I write the words

River of wine

So divine,

Then I write the words...

Yes, that's how it goes,

And I just write the words.

It drives me mad,

The cycle that turns and turns!

...Make it end... 

So i don't have to pretend!

But i still have to write the words

Throw my thoughts against the wall!

...It all seems so cruel...

Let's shed a tear,

Over a beer...

I've just got to write the words.

It's summertime and raining hard:

Clouds of steel,

Brighter than my shadow!

The skies just love to give us winter;

Each year the cold arrives a little bit swifter.

And I will be stuck in a room someplace,

Where clouds soar in disgrace,

Sat battling with my thoughts while time dies in the endless chase.

Can I resolve a hopeless war,

And forge peace between the lines of life...

What do I care?  What does anyone care?

I'll still be here to write the words

Damn it's cold 

I'm wrapped up in a blanket and the sun is burning away,

But the clouds won't give it a chance to do anything -

Useless star that you are!

I'm all closed up,

My mind's shut in,

Is there no one out there who'll hear me sing?

It doesn't matter in the end...

Because I've got to write the words...

I don't know why - I feel forced by some great power,

And it drives me to write the words.

The clouds hang around all day because they are bored,

And the trees are as useless as used matches (and as dull!),

The sun you say you are,

Useless old star...

But I've still got to write the words.

Then everything turns gold,

And I cannot breathe 

Lack of oxygen...

I can't think.

Just can't get a break,

Why is it so hard for goodness sake?

But still I keep writing the words.

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New documentary in the works...

 So I have been working on a little documentary since October 2021.  It's a small affair, a bit of a joke, really.  But I was walking around town and I could see all these trolleys just lying about in different locations.  So weird!  Are they put there by lazy people?  But how and why did they drop them off in such strange locations, especially in places so far away from the supermarkets they were stolen from?

How did they beat the security measures?

And people seem so oblivious about it.  They never ask questions.  It's just acceptable to them to see trolleys lying around the streets.

  Also, as I showmin the documentary, some of the trolleys have been position in such a way it seems to me that maybe it is part of some bizzare form of art...

Rather like crop circles????

Maybe aliens from outer space, interdimensional beings and popping onto Earth and grabbing and moving the trolleys about for a laugh!

The world we are living in is so crazy literally anything is possible!

There is no division between the possible and the impossible because the impossible will always find the way.

Only the probably can be taken seriously.

And yes we have fish living in the sea that are invisible so think on that when considering the madness of the universe!

PS

One other thing to take note of...

Every second spent sober is a second wasted.  So waste it instead by getting wasted!

Start by holding a drinking game with your friends about how many invisible fish you might have encountered in your adventures of being alive.

WORD OF CAUTION!  You will lose a lot of brain cells engaging in this game, but don't worry, nobody ever uses a lot of that sort of thing these days.

Looking forward to seeing you in the documentary when it releases:

CHASING TROLLEYS
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Spooky Chapel

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Liquid Thoughts

What will become of me?

Lake of ice

Don't let me fall

Hollow Hand

hold onto me....

DON'T free me from your grip.

What will become of me?

I need your more than ever

...liquid thoughts...

Please return to me.

Don't leave me

Don't let me fall

I need your hand, empty though it is,

keep me from slipping into the cracks of ice - 

The mind is made of snow.

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Give it a chance

When words become a waste you feel it in your gut...

Only then will you realise you have nothing to do -

except sit down and drink:

A trickle of the sound!

No.

You won't dance, not the feet and the arms,

But your heart will - 

with just a trickle of the sound...

Your heart will glide into the sunny clouds...

Give it a chance

Even when you know its a fools game

When people are screaming it in your ears,

And your gut tells you its all over 

And people are shouting in your ears the fickle truth that holds them enslaved...

Just shut your mouth and drink in the sound...

just a trickle

Let it absorb you - live with it and through it, 

Just a trickle of the sound

A second or two

Bear with it

Give it a chance...

When the roof of life hangs so low your forced to crawl in dust on the floor,

when the chatter of other folks teeth turns your ears into hot pins,

and your brain becomes a cauldron of boiling filth, overtipping with foamy gloom,

Just grab a chair and switch it all off,

tell the organ grinder pulling the strings behind your eyes to cease the play,

Tell him to go away - 

You know he sits in an empty hall,

with empty chairs - 

He has only one living soul that makes his audience,

and he knows and you know who that is - 

So go home - leave him alone - let him play himself to death alone in his hall,

And when he is finally quiet pour yourself a trickle of the sound

Just a trickle

And in the silence drink it in - 

That's when the real you awakens - stirring roots from a dormant seed - the fresh flowering petals of thought taking shape in the clean air.

That's you in the quiet, drinking in the sound,

Just a trickle of the sound

GIVE IT A CHANCE.

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Don't Waste it...

 It's all a waste - when lightning comes from the skies...

Why do we do it?

Why do we breathe it?

Why do we see it?

  Why do we believe in it?

  Because it's all a waste when the lightning comes from the skies...

We can do a lot of Great things.

Reshape words and other things from old -

We can make whole new worlds out of tiny drips and drops of life - 

But it will all mean nothing

If the lightning falls from the skies...

There is no point working in vain,

wasted sweat is like wasted tears,

Forgotten forever like an empty life drowned in empty

years...

But every breath that pulled you up,

Every sound that woke you,

That made you think

Is all for nothing,

When the skies let the lightning fall.

So don't be a fool

Don't say yes when your heart says no;

Waste time 

But don't waste tears,

Waste years

But don't waste sweat - 

And never threat, if the game doesn't play out as planned.

But pray and sing for the moment,

Fight for the idea that lives in every second - 

Because none of it will mean anything 

IF THE LIGHTNING FALLS FROM THE SKY

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