People are strange when you're a stranger
Faces look ugly when you're alone
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted
Streets are uneven when you're down

When you're strange, faces come out of the rain
When you're strange, no one remembers your name
When you're strange, when you're strange, when you're strange...

Hhhmmm update from The Land of Boredom. My parents party is raging downstairs and I won't get to sleep for hours. Last night Lori, Rebecca and I went to the Spiegeltent ("Smeagoltent") - it was all too-strong vodka, hiding from the Aussie (the Hedgehog?), and a man called Sideshow Salom in the carnivalesque Tiny Top who excused himself while he " ( Read more... )

hhhmmm well i have lost track of what time it is and what time it was back there and what time i feel it should be, but i think i woke up yesterday at 6.00 in san francisco and i'm back now drinking piccadilly tea in my room. so if anyone wants to meet up today because i am very very much not ready for bed then give me a little text, that would be ( Read more... )

Am sitting in a San Francisco supermarket. Have been wandering lonely and content through Chinatown and North Beach, with accidental wanderings into the red light district. Was just at the City Lights Bookstore, which is THE Beat Poets' book shop, so I bought another copy of Howl. This city is very me, very pretty, and quirky, and hectic. wish I ( Read more... )

Yesterday we popped into the Justin for quiz night, only to find out that the population of the 'Bank has an interest in the footballing fortunes of the czech republic and greece so great that the quiz was cancelled in favour of the match. Tragic, in this day and age. And I bet we would have won as well, given what an intelligent crew we were. ( Read more... )

Are any of you going to T in the Park? And are any of you camping there? Because I'm wondering... if you have a camping ticket, does it not mean that you can't really leave and come back the next day? If that is the case, I'm rather screwed, because that's what the new arrangements meant I would be doing. Oh this should have been thought through

Haven't much news. Have been stressed with the old exams but they're over now. Had the most incredible dream about dark eskbank lanes and my thumbs being crushed in a lift. I'm reading Friedrich Schiller's The Ghost Se-er. Had to put my mobile phone on top of the cover a couple of night ago in case the cloaked monk leapt off the cover and attacked ( Read more... )

Cravings for London. The vastness, the river, the buildings, the hum. Artful Dodger delusions. The grandeur and the squalor. It gets romanticised in my mind. The image condenses to a lonely, beautiful London park dripping in the rain through railings. I miss it, though what I miss is only in my mind ( Read more... )

I don't have to sell my soul, he's already in me. I don't need to sell my soul, he's already in me. I wanna be adored, I wanna be adored. I don't have to sell my soul, he's already in me. I don't need to sell my soul, he's already in me. I wanna be adored, I wanna be adored. Adored, I wanna be adored. You adore me, you adore me, you adore me. I ( Read more... )

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