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"It's my mother, Tom. She's alone. I never should have left her. At least in New York, I'd be near, I'd be closer. "

"Could see about a transfer, D."

"I need re-assignment, Tom. I want out of this job. It's wrong. It's no good. "

"You're the best we've got. "

" Am I really? It's more than psychiatry, and you know that Tom. Some of their problems come down to faith, their vocation and meaning of their lives, and I can't cut it anymore. I need out. I'm unfit. I think I've lost my faith, Tom."

it's wrong. It's no good. )

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"After dinner drink, I kinda got my schedule turned round."

"You look it."

"It's funny when you work all night the whole world seems like it gets out of sync with you. It's like you can sneak up on it" *laugh*

"Seems that way. Just think straight."

"I don't need to think straight. I need to think like HIM."

"Thinking undercover, sometimes you can't stop when you need to."

"The answer we need isn't in the book, it's in his head. I can't explain it but I think I'm on to it."

You wanna catch these guys you gotta see like 'em think like 'em feel like 'em act like 'em )

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"11:55, almost midnight. Enough time for one more story. One more story before midnight, just to keep us warm. In five minutes, it will be the 21st of April. One hundred years ago on the 21st of April, out in the waters around Spivey Point, a small clipper ship drew toward land. Suddenly, out of the night, the fog rolled in. For a moment, they could see nothing, not a foot in front of them. Then, they saw a light. By God, it was a fire burning on the shore, strong enough to penetrate the swirling mist. They steered a course toward the light. But it was a campfire, like this one. The ship crashed against the rocks, the hull sheared in two, mast snapped like a twig. The wreckage sank, with all the men aboard. At the bottom of the sea, lay the Elizabeth Dane, with her crew, their lungs filled with salt water, their eyes open, staring to the darkness. And above, as suddenly as it come, the fog lifted, receded back across the ocean and never came again. But it is told by the fishermen, and their fathers and grandfathers, that when the fog returns to Antonio Bay, the men at the bottom of the sea, out in the water by Spivey Point will rise up and search for the campfire that led them to their dark, icy death."

midnight til one belongs to the dead )

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"Hi Joe, remember me?"

"You used to come way back. When the empire was still running. That was a good cinema."

"It's all sanded in now. Got jackals coming in the auditorium and all sorts."

"Not just jackals eh? Wasn't the jackals who took away my job. I've been talking to him Ben. He said, I'm gonna end the world real quick now. The earth gonna dry up. Crack!"

"I don't wanna hear that Joe. I want to know who did this."

"I see your problem. "

"One last night, one the night before, you know anything about it?"

"This, I would say this is a clue for officer M, it's a shame he doesn't believe in this bullshit eh?"

"Doesn't matter whether I believe in it. I need to know what it means."

"My friend, this stuff, to know it you have to believe it. Gonna be difficult for a man in your position who has taken the choices you have. To understand this 'noom'."

"What's this 'noom'?"

"My friend, let me tell you, the 'noom' is a power. When people sing, man dances, that is the way of this 'noom'."

"He took her fingers, why did he do that?"

"A whole lot of power in fingers. Knots and knocks and such. If you want to win a war you need a fist full of knuckles."

"You smoke too much"

"Maybe you should help me lay some rocks. It might be easier for you to understand. Got to keep your eyes wide open when you deal with magic."

"Yeah Joe, there's eh, magic all around us."

"Yeah, you bet, all around you friend."

…Keep your eye on the road, you don't want to fall asleep, don't stop drive on... )

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"After I jumped it occurred to me, life is perfect, life is the best. It's full of magic, beauty, opportunity, and television, and surprises, lots of surprises, yeah. And then there's that stuff that everybody longs for, but they only real feel when it's gone. All that just kinda hit me. I guess you don't really see it all clearly when you're - ya know - alive."

…and television, and surprises... )

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"The thing is, Frank, you have to drink yourself into the state where you are inured to what you have to do, both emotionally and morally, while still being capable of actually carrying it out physically and uh ... and physical- practically."
"Aye. It's a balancing act."
"Are you drunk enough yet?"
"No. Nearly."
"'Cause ... don't get too drunk."
"I won't."
"And fuck it all up."
"I know, I won't. I won't get too drunk. I'm not drunk enough yet, though."

...its a balancing act... )

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"Always look for the telegraph poles. They run along side you. Whenever the road turns there's another pole. You look up, see 'em, you know what's coming. If you're gonna take it from a car park look at the tickets. People are mean if they buy\ three hours they'll be gone three hours. Are you listening !?"

"I had a jag last night."

"Bullshit man you couldn't steal a tonka toy"

...I know my rights, I watch L.A. Law... )

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"Ah yes, you don't even need to press a button. Your thoughts are transmitted through the sensors of your helmet into a computer. The rest is automatic. [..] and this is very important Mr. Gant. You must think in Russian, you cannot think in English and transpose, you must think in Russian. Do you think you can do that Mr. Gant?"

...Foreign cigarettes in the mouth of the person you are pretending to be will be even more convincing than anything else - even your papers... )

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" [..] because everything with you is seeing isn't it? your primary sensory intake that makes your dream live is seeing. Reflections, mirrors, images..."

Reflections, mirrors, images... )

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So if you missed it, I had previously, put a shout out for people to contribute some video and to read bits of the Dr. Seuss story, "The cat in the hat". I've assembled the clips, and uploaded it over at :

Audio only mp3 (right click, save as)

...embedded youtube player under here... )

My thanks to everyone who took part and especially for putting up with me hounding them for content at silly times of day.

The thank you list goes something like :

[ profile] gravilim, [ profile] uberredfraggle, [ profile] deathboy, barny (no LJ), [ profile] stevenothing, [ profile] mr_wombat, [ profile] zotz, [ profile] sunflowerinrain, [ profile] carawyn, [ profile] dryad_wombat, [ profile] aidian, [ profile] narenek, [ profile] gothwalk, [ profile] bopeepsheep, [ profile] smallclanger (bopeepsheep Jr), [ profile] razornet, [ profile] surje, [ profile] monkey_boy_mike.

If you like the track at the end, it just so happens [ profile] deathboy has a handy link here right click, save as. Do drop him a line if you like it!

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I'm putting together a collection of work on a chosen subject and I'd like to formally make a call for contributors.

If you'd like to take part, ultimately what I'd like from you is :

1. A name and email address (real or imagined) with which your work will be credited.

2. X pages of your finished work where X is a number between 10 and 15 depending on how out of hand this gets. The finished work should be something that can be reproduced electronically. So for example, posting me 100 yards of barbed wire to stick onto a page isn't going to work. It needs to be something that can be represented electronically and on paper. Ideally your finished work should be in a format that I can actually open, the higher the resolution the better. Generally speaking.

3. The due date is the 1st of March. So that's a couple of months and a bit.

When everything is submitted I then aim to do the following :

1. Collect every ones work into a PDF. This will closely resemble a minimalist book type format which will then be distributed freely under some sort of license (Creative Commons probably) free to download and distribute.

2. The license should require your permission should someone want to use your work commercially. This is to prevent things like Pepsi using your work without permission and plastering it across bus shelters.

3. Optionally I might try and produce some 'ready for print' versions, so should you want to have a hard copy of the finished product it should just be a case of giving the file to a local printer. This part entirely depends on how carried away I get.

4. I estimate it'd take me a month or two to format everything into the right shape and sort out any issues with file formats, computers, and generally swear a lot about technology and say things like "what bloody year is this !?" way too often.

5. I shall endeavor to find someone interesting to write the introduction. In lieu of anyone interesting I'm afraid it might end up being me.

You may be forgiven for thinking I've not specified what form the work should be in. The obvious answer here is photos, but really I'm not going to turn you down if you want to write an essay/story, some drawings, comic strip, collage etc. If your work is in a physical medium, then obviously taking photos of it is what you want to be doing, and not sending me a full scale installation of a back garden full of washing lines!

The topic is 'lines'. Again, deliberately vague. if you're stuck for ideas hit up the dictionary for the definition of a line and you'll find a fair bit of inspiration.

Sound good so far? Any questions, feel free to hit me up in the comments. Similarly if you want to take part, add a comment and I'll add you to the list.

I should add as a disclaimer, I've never done anything like this before. So please don't hate me if the finished product ends up looking like a party in a cheese factory!

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"It's really weird but my parents used to tell me I could do anything I wanted to. I used to say, 'Well, what if I want to be an astronaut and go to the moon?' and my dad used to say, 'If you really want to you can'. I used to think he was talking absolute rubbish, particularly when I was 21 and he was still saying that. But in a way it really stuck with me cos my dad ended up doing exactly what he wanted to do. To an outside point of view he's totally conformed, he's had a family and four kids but he's only ever done things that made him genuinely happy."

"He jacked in his job cos it made him unhappy and he didn't want to compromise his entire life just for the sake of carrying it through. It's very admirable, that quality, and I think it's very rare in people. Most people feel so conditioned, so oppressed by everything that goes on around them that they just give in. You have to refuse to give in."

Robert Smith, Melody Maker, March 7th 1992.

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