Friday, 28 August 2009

house down the street


ricoh point & shoot cam, 100 iso slide film.

8 comments:

Put The Lotion In The Basket said...

ow that kinda looks like a house where the owners one day go on a holiday to Spain or Greece or maybe even Portugal and when they return they have a small child with them who they say is the lady owners sisters child, but oddly each year when they return from holiday, there's another child and then another and another, oddly, odd, deliciously, deliciously, dearanged.

Put The Lotion In The Basket said...

and the children never speak, although they are often seen in the house owners company, when strangers go to talk to the children, the children hide behind the mother, although sometimes when you walk past the house you could swear you can hear children speaking Spanish. Odd that?

Put The Lotion In The Basket said...

Kier, Kier help us they call, Kier help us.

kier said...

augh, you're reminding me of this case. it could look as if they're digging some kind of system of tunnels and caves beneath that house though... what will become of the spanish children?!

Put The Lotion In The Basket said...

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kier said...

i swear, they're calling your name now. nick... help us nick!

kier said...

only in spanish.

Put The Lotion In The Basket said...

By sitting long enough and cutting out all senses, sound, sight, taste I am able to travel along astral plains and float in the sky and see all. I see it, hear it, smell it all, all the world.
I am just flying, looking, floating, green blue sea, white horses break on the waves, blue green sky, white clouds, boats, lots of boats, some small, many large, docks, a port somewhere, small islands, it’s nice, it seems calm and ordered here.
A boy, young man, really looks out of his window towards a house, balconies on top and lower floors, he stares at the house hard, thinking
kanskje det er et eller annet rart om det huset , JEG er ikke sikker , enhver år det er en annen barn lever der , ikke en tøddel ny baby bortsett fra en ny barn , vanligvis fem eller seks år gamle , hver år en annen barn , der er fem barn nå.
Or;
‘maybe there is something strange about that house, I am not sure, every year there is another child living there, not a new baby but a new child, usually five or six years old, each year another child, there are five children now.
I focus on the house. Voices, children’s voices
‘Moma , Dónde es Moma y Papá , dónde are ellos ,
or;
‘Moma, Where is Moma and Papa, where are they‘,
Another child’s voice
vivís aquí ahora , con Estados Unidos de América , somos su hermanos y hermanas now’‘no‘ , el niño says ‘I querer my real hermanos y hermana y Moma y Papá.
Or;
‘you live here now, with us, we are your brothers and sisters now’
‘no‘, the child says, ‘I want my real brothers and sister and Moma and Papa’.
I float back, the young man is still looking out of his window at the house, I look past him, behind him a PC on the screen ‘Flesh World’.
I drift back to consciousness, back to my room.
I google Flesh World. Kier an e mail link, open it
Kier…you must help those children. They need you help, help release them
Nick
Kier turns and walks to his PC, opens his e mails, reads, frowns, looks across to the house again and types ‘how’
Nick to Kier…become Captain Meatboy…Kier. Become him, free them.