...and then two come at once! Not quite a poem, not quite a story.

The Word and He Who Spoke It.

There was once a man, cunning as he was evil

Blessed by the darkness and singed by the light

He united the men and enslaved the women

The virtues of the land were accredited to his love

The pain and toil, his disfavour,

The blame all yours.

He sat atop the tower of clouds

With a foundation of bones

Upon the mountain of madness.

They followed his will,

Lived by his morals, for fear of damnation

Crushed under foot

His standard looming over every town

His image in every room

Servitude measured in fear

To love another was to hate him

He gave your face its smile

Your cheeks were blessed with his tears

The fathers would beat their daughters

To the rhythm of his heartbeat

And the mothers scald their sons with his tongue

His footsteps echoed doom,

While his name rhymed with thirst

The fingers of his empire raped the land

And flexed their grasp

Day by day, year by year.

Driven by his armies of ‘Maybes’ and ‘One days’.

All marching to The Word.

The Word uttered with a sneer and wink

From the crack lips of our tyrant king

And The Word,

was ‘love’.

Mattalogue; Promises, Goals and Curiously Strong Mints

Well, well, well dear reader. I am infact alive. I know I’ve not made an entry on this infernal thing for a good while, but I’ve been busy.

Was that an effective lie? I’ve been trying them out lately. Y’know the kind of situation, where you’re all civil and nice to someone, but inside you’re secretly screaming obscenities at them and their mother. That kind of lie.

Anyway, lifes been rather strange lately, don’t get me wrong. It’s been good, but just, very very strange. But to say any more on the matter in such a public place would be ‘controversial’.

Christmas was rather impressive for me this time around, not only did I receive a box of Marks and Spencers ‘Curiously strong mints’ (the ‘curiously’ in the title makes me think they’re alluding to some mysterious ingredient, more than likely poor people), the new COD game (the unwrapping of which heralded me waving goodbye to sunlight and social interaction) and perhaps most importantly. A Kindle. Within hours I’d bonded with him and his pretty E-ink face and I named him Kevin Sorbo…after the well known Hercules/reading/technology connection.

Anyway, New Year, New Matt. So the annual tradition of setting aside goals and breaking them all by the 2^nd of January begins. Seeing as such goals will no doubt be broken I might as well post them here.

1. Lose the weight. - Cause seriously, no man needs this many spare tires

2. Get one of these ‘job’ things. - Despite my vast disinterest in the thing, apparently money is necessary to live.

3. Get a haircut.- Save money on shampoo

4. Keep that special person happy. - I hope to keep this goal going at least.

5. Write down stuff! – Maybe even have Land of the Poisoned Skies half done by this time next year. Maybe fully done, uni permitting.

6. Pass Uni again- So far there have been no great victories, only small defeats.

7. Be a nicer person – Something everyone could work towards. Well, except you of course.

8. Make use of Kevin Sorbo and read more- No point trying to be a writer if you only read books with pop-up flaps.

Anyway, before I sign off, I wrote a full three chapters of my ‘project’ yesterday. I was quite impressed, till I realised they were from Book 2 (Filling The Void), not Book 1. But hey, whoever did things chronologically?

I’m off to shoot Asian people in the face now. Toodles!