There's this place I seem to keep returning to every now and then in my dreams, I start off in a worn down shopping mall, and there's a record shop, but it sells records I don't like. When I get out of the mall i'm in this lovely sunny street full of bakeries and cafes and things, and it's really long and i think at the end of it is the sea. Then ( Read more... )

Thanks to the wonderful bank holiday carboot sale today, i am now the proud owner of one of these:


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In the last week or two the world and the internet have proved to be far too smaller places on far too many occaisions. It's scared me rather and now much of this journal has been made friends only, just incase I end up hurting people. If anyone reads this who isn't already a friend feel free to add me, though i doubt (hope) anyone particully does.

Today we went to the studio, I was scared of this, but actually, once i'd found somewhere to resume sittingcrossleggedwithkeyboardonknees position, it was quite fun. I've just got home and thrown together something quite pretty from some stuff we recorded quickly onto my laptop ( Read more... )

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So i've just spent ten minutes importing shakey video of the first things mandissa could find around her room onto my harddrive for this installation... I wish she'd spend a bit more time thinking about things first. I suppose we're too different people, but I hate things that are meaningless, it takes the whole point of doing it away. x

Is there anyone out there who wants more than a meaningless fuck out of me?

x

It's three sixteen in the morning and I'm talking to someone off faceparty about Load Records and feeling starving hungry. Damn body clocks. x

Last night I had the same (consenting) "sex" dream I always have (bar possibly one), where I'm going to with someone then for some reason there's an interuption and we don't. I've dreamt this far too many times now. This time it was Vincent Gallo too, damn ( Read more... )