my alter ego...

i am not discreet. i cannot be discreet. when a whole race, a whole planet, look upon you as if at their god, you cannot be the everyday. there are expectations.
and so the costume. my godly adornments: bright and shining. red and blue like their ridiculous cloth icon so they can feel i belong to them, when in truth they rest just on the borders of enslavement. i am their power, but they are my greatest threat.
i am everywhere. on the cover of every newspaper and magazine, on their television screens. they use my image to sell their products and to scare their enemies. i can not escape myself. not anymore.
but he is oblivious. and they are oblivious to him. he has such a small life. meaningless. influencing nothing. inspiring nothing. so little is demanded of him. just that he do his job. that he be present when asked. he is nobody, yet i depend on him more than anyone would ever imagine.
he is so frail. broken eyesight, damaged confidence and esteem. dependant on the world around him. and just two words could kill him. and yet he is the only one around that can control me. who can keep me at bay. he is the only one who could destroy me.
he is my sanctuary. my hiding place. his is the life i wanted to live. he is who i really am. he is not superman, i am clark kent.
because i have worn this cape for too long. it weighs me down far more than any man-made weight could manage. it used to be my finest asset. it inspired hope in those who follow me. but now it draws criticism, contempt, questions with no correct answer. the cape is now a brand, an image which must be maintained so that it can shine out as a reflection of their world. this cape now tugs like a leash. but when i put on these glasses, i feel more powerful than ever before. i am free. i go unnoticed. i alone decide if superman will intervene. these glasses, this barren suit, this human facade. they are my new power. my new dominance over these humans. and it feels good. it feels wonderful.

hello people

I am currently in Cambridge, so don't expect too much.

Also, I am currently on a bit of a 'Batman-character-drawing' craze, so don't expect anything at all really... sorry.

But hey, I'm here now. And maybe this will turn into a ramble or something. There's always hope. 

Yesterday I applied for a job at Tesco's. I am clearly desperate or crazy or something. But hopefully such a regular job will actually inspire me to do things writing wise. Which I clearly need. 

Also, I need the money.

I guess that's it. Half tempted to review Alice in Wonderland later. But I'm not sure how much anything needs to be said about it. In the meantime, I'm going to finish the outline of Harley that I've been working on. Peace out.

Ideas to put to respective authority figures...

A shock-collar type armband to prevent future scandalous activities to be used by the FA on England captains: Armband would be warn at all times and be synchronised with mobile phones, discharging irritable electric current to dissuade unsavoury text messages and phone calls.

Utilisation of techniques similar to the campaign to affect the winner of 'Christmas Number 1, 2009' to promote the success of a lesser political party: The creation of a Facebook group uniting users that are tired of the constant stream of bland, unappealing politics that are brought out by the heavily financed mainstream parties year after year and encouraging them to vote for more unlikely candidates. Contact Messers Clegg and Cable to confirm interest.

Creation of 'Fiction Journalism' in distribution of publicised periodicals: In order to account for the wide-spread desire for outlandish, typically scandalous stories, allow for allotted allowance of fabricated stories for each publication. This could be extended to allow entire publications to be entirely fictional. Should hopefully lessen the amount of  questionable practices within Fleet Street without actually changing the content at all.

Remaining issues to be addressed:

 - Global Warming: Can it be utilised as a reusable energy?

 - Obesity: Possible installation of fast moving treadmills in fast food restaurant queues.

 - Katie Price: Genuinely have no idea how she can be silenced. More brainstorming required.