In the ear of every anarchist that sleeps but doesn’t dream, we must sing, we must sing, we must sing.

June 14, 2011 § Leave a comment


“I found out I am really no one.”- Bright Eyes – At the bottom of everything.

Often while writing this blog I have been inconsistent. Consistently inconsistent if you will. I disappear for long periods of time. The subject shifts from mad stories to lonely thoughts, private and personal thoughts. It hasn’t even been up a year and it’s already seen over 50 posts. If I’m honest it’s a blur. I know my standard goes up and down all over the place. The words are rushed and often misspelt. If I’m perfectly honest with you I don’t know why I am doing it. I think I had to point my life at something. So much is forgotten, I think that maybe I just had to write it down. I’m scared I think. Scared that should I die, there would be nothing at all left. I know I am not alone in that. Rare is a human who is happy with his contribution to the world. I read a story about some American kid who wrote a blog where he pretended to be an oppressed lesbian in Syria. His fictional character became a focal point in the struggle for equal rights for homosexuals in the country until she was exposed as a he, setting the gay rights movement back in that area another 20 years. People were pissed at him to say the least. Microblogging was a large part of that movement that has now been undermined. I just want to outline that I am not a Syrian lesbian. Also I am a real guy and that all this shit, even the most far-fetched, is real. Mad I know. I just wanted to reassure you. There’s a solid core fan base to this site who seem to miss me when I’m gone. Honest to god. Just to think that my writing has effected anyone in the slightest way, has given them even the slightest kick that I get from reading writers I like, is an extraordinary feeling. I love it and I thank those few. You know who you are even if I don’t. Thank you. I used to messy as fuck. Maybe that’s why I started this shit. To indulge in vanity. Blogging. That’s all it is really. What I’m trying to say, badly and indirectly, is that the relevance is that I’m glad you read this. Seriously. On top of that – there’s more of these, flick through, you might like them.

Thank you.

I love you.

Simon Blake.

No Longer an Astronaut.

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