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David Ratcliffe
(aka Saneman) is an graphic illustrator, writer and musician. Some examples
of his illustrations are shown here. Follow the links to negative PANDA
and White Cliff Sands for more information on his music work.
He has recently
been working on artwork for DJ flyers in the Portsmouth area. Click on
the versions shown to see the works at their normal size in a separate
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like to commission David Ratcliffe for illustrations (eg. flyers, posters,
books, album art etc.), or if you are interested in seeing more or would
just like more information on this unique talent, please contact him here.
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they haven't found her body yet.
i know that. yet there is no reason why i should be so sure. in fact,
as far as anyone else is concerned, there is no body to be found.
maybe she wasn't real . or maybe she was already dead when i saw her that
day. that would explain that look in her eyes.
but no. that cant be right. she was real, alright. i know it. like i know
many things. things i have no business knowing.
well, thats the way it seems....
and so, they haven't found her body.
i know where it is. not that i've seen it. but i can tell you exactly
where she is .she is collapsed in a dirty pile on the floor of a filthy,
damp , stained public toilet floor. her eyes wide open, staring, her hair
limp and wet ..... but still she's beautiful. just like she was when i
saw her that day.
as soon as she walked onto the railway platform, i noticed her beauty.
her skin is a pale, pale white. her long , straight hair is black.and
her clothes...... a pastel pink rollneck sleeveless top , over a black
vest.
i know this bcause i saw her put the pink top on.
it was getting cold.
i think it was one of the last days of summer.....
& nbsp; and her skirt... long and black, and down to her ankles.it
was of a style that was very much out of fashion.
it was covered in small white dots...
i remember thinking at the time, how good she looked, considering the
obvious cheapness of her clothes.
and she wasn't wearing much make up either.... maybe just a subtle shade
of pink on her lips ....
but i didn't get much chance to look at her then......
before she went into the toilets.
and never came out.
they still haven't found her body _
dr2000
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lost it man.
by drO1
Heres a story for you...
there's this guy at the place where I work, right, and I just couldn't
figure him out. I mean, i've there for about just over a year now.. and
this guy.. i've seen him around since i first started, but he just never
seems to be doing anything, y'know? He's always just walking around, going
somewhere and sometimes he comes from wherever it is he works and uses
our photocopier, although i've never seen what it is he's actually copying.
Now, the place where I work is, well, it's a big place, and there are
alot of people wandering around doing different jobs it's not unusual...
but this one guy.. he's different.
He's quite tall, and skinny. Doesn't look too well if you ask me! Well
anyway, he's got a kind of half hearted beard and slightly wild, though
thin, hair. I mean, he looks like he's kinda lost it. But again, at our
place that's not too unusual!
But seriously .. I got this weird feeling about him.
So just the other day I thought, sod it! I'll ask someone who he is.
I guessed it would sound a bit daft, but hell., it was bugging me. So
I asked my supervisor, Anthony. He's a cool guy, so I figured he wouldn't
think me too weird...
So I asked him, who's that crazy 1ooking geezer who wanders round, and
uses our photocopier from time to time?
He went kinda quiet for a moment, then nodded over to a corner…
so we walk away from the busy area, he gave me a funny sorta half smile,
and looked generally uncomfortable…
So I say, you alright? And he sighs and says yeah, fine.. but it's a bit
delicate, I mean, y'know, don't say nothing to anyone
I nod, understanding, and he continues…
Well, no one really knows, to be honest... as far as I know he's never
actually spoken to anyone here... He just turned up one day .. a few years
back. I remember after a while someone went to ask him who he was, and
he just kinda stopped what he was doing, stared into space, and only started
crying.
I mean, I wasn't there, but I heard all about it later... I think people
just leave him alone, and he goes about doing well, whatever it is he
does. I suppose people figured he wasn't doing anyone any harm, so they've
let him carry on doing .. whatever. I guess.
Oh.. right.. I says, say no more then Yeah .. ok, just pretend he's not
there, ok? Ok. ..l agreed.
And that was that. Funny eh?
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