- fucking stupid blood dont never want to see you at that again. Fucking look away from them that's a fucking insult know, fucking hand and head anywhere except the money. Fucking stay with the man, know ( Read more... )

& her face smiling invites me. and i see her smile and go towards it, her holy smile and touch, and i believe as i go to it i move towards the light, and then simply the cut as i see her touch him, see her kiss him, i'm cut, cut off again from everything as i see her kiss, her perfect lips and smile,  and as i walk back through the long cold i ( Read more... )

no where graffiti on a sign ( Read more... )

Ok this post approaches the kind of lame things I don't like in journals, but check it out anyway (if you're into Bob Dylan ( Read more... )

He was a giant, 6' 5" or more with a mass of black dreadlocks, clothes torn, dancing in the street with a can in his hand & clenching the hands of passers by in a crushing high 5. HIGH 5!!! he shouts ( Read more... )

The tireless Bristol underground have managed to squat a new grand location, a big place called the Magic Box that apparently used to be a theatre of soughts, though was more recently a wetherspoons chain pub. Heroically, despite the designs of the riot police, last night it was transformed back from its recent corporate hell to the glory of the ( Read more... )

The club door was back from the dark street, round the end of a pub; anonymous & grey. You come in and a room connects the bar to one of the dancerooms; this room is very dark and in one end are lots of unused dusty things, possibly a table and some rolls of carpets and stuff. One of the dark corners where the young english can retreat into their ( Read more... )

a dream ( Read more... )

Why did I make friends with a guy who sings on the street for money of dubious sanity? Furthermore, why did I give him my address? How often now will I hear his knock on the door, and 'er hi jan hows it going you good? oh dan yeah right, yeah i'm good man tell you what i was playing in a band the other day and you know what it is about bands they' ( Read more... )

Yesterday I passed out, without having drunk any alcohol; it was psychologically interesting. One moment, opening the door and feeling queasy, next moment coming to on the floor with no idea where I am.. made me think about what i'm doing right now ( Read more... )