Excess
The prisoner nurses a hangover, and posts pictures of next door's cat.

eye'sdriedtighgottagetmyselftogetherneedakickstartcocktailtenpercentcoffewitha
highrisefamilysizeguarranteedtocatonisethelittlebitofbraini'vegothangingonfrom
lastnight.

i'm very hung over. *moans*

Tetley the ninja kitten visited our back garden again this morning and i took the opportunity to snap the little bugger in action, click the thumbnails for biggy versions.


the mighty hunter stalks his prey across the, er, back garden. He was stalking bees until one stung him. silly bugger.


Ninja kitten at rest, on a chair and inside my dad's bike jacket.

he also took a shine to Dad's crash helmet, he sat there with his head stuck inside through the visor quite happily but i didn't get a shot of that.



having Spied my attempts to document his ninja black-ops, the master of stealth proceeded to attempt to destroy the evidence of his passing, he has seized the strap of the camera and is attempting to wrest it from my grasp



His prey, the little doves in the tree, who fortunately now possess the power of flight and have escaped his deadly ninja clutches.

Activity
The prisoner is still unemplyed and poor, but has found something to do!

motormouth's friend James has written a script, which they plan on shooting this week, and i have been drafted in to help, should be fun, all that needs doing now is finding some actors, and a location. hmmm, this could be trickier than i thought.

todays music: Ginger (acoustic) - c-c-c-c-c-caffeine bomb
todays t-shirt

# posted by The Prisoner | 1:34 PM |

Y'know i'm born to lose, and gamblings for fools, but thats the way i like it baby i dont wanna live for eva.....and don't forget the joker!.........Daddy.......Do you call me daddy cos im old? do you call me baby cos im young? and i could be the one, who gets to take you home. Honey.....do you call me honey cos im sweet? sweet like the sugar in my tea, and i take more than three, and thats what makes me sweet. and i would like to say today it would be nice to run away, monday to thursday every week, we can see what we can be. and you wont serve another drink to lonely men who think they own a piece of you, they snap their fingers, tell you what to do. and they would like to take you home, well i guess their not alone.....................This aint murdermile its just the way i smile. Kiss all your fingers, whats that for? You'll never get to heaven with your shirt all torn..........Not a prisoner, i'm a free man, and my blood is my own now, dont care where the past was, i know where i'm going!......On Iron Horse he flies, on iron horse he'd gladly die.....Change, everything you are and everything you were, youre number has been called, fights battles have begun revenge will surely come, your hard times are ahead.......We're all living in amerika, amerika ist wunderbar......FUCK YOU I WONT DO WHAT YA TELL ME......Sandy why can't we look the other way?......Where's my Elvis?.....Don't try rules cos they do not apply.....She got me with a suckerpunch.....
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