My new pictures were taken in the morning, in a rush of randomness, after zero sleep. Not so bad considering I don't have photoshoots in the morning for obvious reasons....

I look something like this in the morning usually:

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Especially in my trademark Quaker hat, going to my Sunday morning meeting at the Society of Friends. Just Kidding, sadly we don't wear those anymore, but someone tell me where to get one and I will do it for a dare. Not saying that Henry Kane is in any way bad looking, he just has some eerie look about him. That is exactly the same as me.

A question I have about the film Poltergeist II (for those who have seen it). I obviously can't put any clips here, as it is an adult film (too scary kids! Look away!). Henry Kane was a leader of a utopian cult, but he dresses like a Quaker why? Or is it just something to make his character look more friendly (the Quakers are a religious, friendly society who are usually very open/accepting to other faiths & are seekers; if you didn't already know)....or could the black coat and hat make him look more sinister? I did learn some things about scene setting in Media Studies a few years ago, how to dress characters to differentiate between protagonist and antagonist....

****God bless those actors and actresses who were harmed in the making of this film series. I hear it was a tragic occurrence and feel the utmost sympathy for them and their relatives. Indeed, supernatural events were said to be responsible for the loss of these lives (too many to be coincidence, but that is just my opinion)....I think any director wanting to make a supernatural horror should think about what happened in the above case first. I just had to take a time here to think of that awful event. ****

The sequel to this is now set as private .

As I watched him there, so quiet, I felt a strange feeling. It was something I had never felt before. He had a look so serene and carefree. He looked the part, stood staring at the scenery from the hills where we were. The view was picturesque. A mixture of greens and blues, glazed with a golden tint cast by the midday sun.
I couldn't believe I was here, finally, after so long. It was surreal. And there I was, unable to speak; unable to utter more than one word: "err...."

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I was on the way home when I wrote this.

"The first I saw was your cute smiling face,
I never thought I'd need your embrace.
So deep inside these feelings lie,
to abandon them I could never try.

Those words of yours are edged with gold,
I never thought you could be so cold.
Sometimes I find I can't keep up,
so now I'm just well and truly stuck.

This bizarre event so strange it seems,
we were both split off into teams.
I represent the British side,
America is across the tide.

This feeling here; so pure, so true.
All I ever want to hold is you.
Not casual one-week type affairs,
more long-term romance and commitment. I will dare."

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"His gentle nature was seemingly contradicted by curls of glorious and vibrant red hair, which fell gracefully over his shoulders. So colourful he was, amid the brilliant sunset. The setting sun was reflected in the Sea, casting hues of red and orange across the land. This light emphasised his fine appearance. His hair waved in the breeze; expressing deep, vivid red tones. Stood where he was, he seemed to take on a regal demeanor; his presence was noble and majestic.
He stayed until the Sun had set. The moonlight now reflected in his deep green eyes, similar to the way it was mirrored by the Sea. He looked upwards, gazing at the patterns of stars in a sky of the darkest black. He had taken on a somewhat solemn manner, the emotion was visible in his eyes. On the moonlit sandy shore, he waited silently. He was so perfect, never in my dreams could I anticipate his existence, reality was out of the question.
Across the dark sky, comets flew; burning brightly as they crossed through the patterns of stars. A sight to behold, I had been overcome yet again. Underneath the comet filled sky, I touched his face. Staring into his stunning viridian eyes, I become stuck for words. Afraid to break the silence, I stroke his heavenly red hair. His eyes turn back to the stars, so we sit underneath the somber sky; full of tiny stars and other Worlds, millions of light years away."

Ich möchte Ihnen im Mondschein küssen.

"His heart shimmers with a honest truth. This careful nature resists the common tide of so many other men. Wariness coexisting in a rare union with such charismatic charm and emotional generousness; completely caught me off guard even when I expected it. This rare personality amid such infrequent physical characteristics was seldom seen. Each individual characteristic in itself was so scarce, to see them together was few and far between. This invaluable being was, according to my mind, unimaginable. Fine and incomparable, his posture and physical appearance gave him the look of regality and richness.

In my dreams I may find him. The blazing, long red hair shall entice me once again to his warm embrace, tainted with meekness. In this illusive state, I shall find myself staring once more into his deep emerald eyes amid occasional hues of sparkling blues and browns. That smile, so heavenly. This combination of a pleasant smile, colourful eyes and perplexing quietness gives him an ethereal serenity."

Ich bin verrückt nach dir. Die Liebe besiegt alles.

Mein Herz schlägt nur für dich!

This is something I wrote late one night. It is a sequel to the other creative writing pieces I had written.

"With determination full of fire like the Sun and emotions deep like the Ocean, he captivates me. His radiant appearance dazzles and throws me into the shimmering pool of fascination. His hair was long and angelic and, as he glances across; his eyes sparkle with a luminous glimmer, showing his brilliant intellect. Astounding green hues eminate from his eyes with such charm, among occasional twinkles of blues among glorious brown undertones. Such warmth was apparent from his blazing red hair, reflecting his desires and pride burning fiercely and with such zeal."

Ich liebe dich mein schatz. Ich liebe Dich in allen Sprachen der Welt.

Again, this needs editing and improving.

"His physical appearance astounded me. Like fresh red roses growing on a snowy mountainside, under which rare green emeralds reside. He was dashing, soft-spoken and sincere. Contrasting his gentle appearance was his astounding green eyes, with a stare which could cut through glass. This timidity hid the frustration within, to which one could only hazard a guess. Like the roses growing in the snow, he was strong. Like the emeralds, he was rare. His persona was just and fair.

Quiet as a mouse, yet as brave as a lion. As brilliant as the first Winter snow, yet as mysterious as each star in the night sky.

Bear with me please, for I need you to know; there is no other place I would rather go. When I get to that special place, there is nothing more I ask than your warm embrace.

So please join me now, come find me here; end all my nightmares and chase away all my fears."

I wrote this in the early hours of the morning when I couldn't sleep. It is the 1st part to a slightly larger piece of writing. It is nowhere near complete.