art makes me feel. it makes me FEEL.       ...haHAHAHA.


( Read more... )

i want another domain. drabby expired without actually ever doing anything apart from deleting the sub-sites when they started getting their nodreams hits back again. then it just sat there hosting the semi band site. man, i regret my first domain. the name was shit, i was a beginner through and through. i dunno. i don't need a personal site, ( Read more... )

years it took, years of penny pinching, a-tapping to fagin's classic, going all thin and yellowy fingered, But. i finally got my tingly mits on some oil paints and a couple of sable & hog hair brushes and now i don't need the internet anymore. i feel liberated and lonesome. ring me, penisfreak. now. musak. yazz. ch-cha. LOVE.

i'm all too slow to get go moving with the times. time is time spent being digraced by myself. i am the endless planner with no extent of will ( Read more... )

unassuming cafe, cup of tea, an hour of interrupted and uninspired conversation. god how i've missed him.

dizzy girls love quiet boys.

i'm seeing ed on thursday, ooooh.

when the day is set to rest ( Read more... )

yeah, yeah he was always so right. 'one mind with another aligns, and they reside in time, and they're done'. shut up yeah, but when one child steps out of line? well, back in time and he's done. i'll say it this one time for the last time and then this time i'm done. i cannot be around when i'm always being taught. i can't be around for happychat ( Read more... )

woo, reading festival. yes. uh.. at some point, something probably happened. the last night: holly and myself in the mud surrounded by around 100 blokes cheering, wearing really quite not a lot. £20 for a mud wrestle. nipples.. mud.. humping.. i just don't know. you'll probably see the photos in the nme or next year's programme. highlights were ( Read more... )

as it will be a while before i descend into inspiration of lovelessness (drifta between awful stage of life drawing and shopping list literature), i'm going to have to share with you chapter 6, book one, of desolation angels by kerouac.

6I could go mad in this - O carryall menaya but the weel may track the rattle-burr, poniac the avoid devoidity ( Read more... )