jam session with supermagic yesterday - hilarious. i provided handclaps. made two songs - boston blue iced tea (working title) and moroccon leather (dark stuff). there was some hardcore syncronised improvisation going on, mainly down to pete and rob's musical skills and nothing being sorted out except, "we wanna lay down some sweet vocals" in rob's ( Read more... )

 
 What entirely is the point of a live journal? Not a journal as such, but a live one. It adds to the sense that my thoughts are endlessly smacking against a variety of dumb window panes.

And, having just written that, I can almost hear the monotous slap slap of my words hitting bricks. Poor, flapping words with no direction, nothing to do but ( Read more... )

My camera is broken ( Read more... )

My god, the new newsom is a masterpiece.

                                                   hang there like fruit, my soul,
                                              till the tree die

my eating habits right now are me all over - when i'm at home for hours and i can freely fetch myself something i have no appetite and live on coffee, as soon as i'm at work i get awful cravings for toast or soup or any food at all, then i'm home, and a meal is put in front of me, i can only pick at it and then place my knife and fork down again. i ( Read more... )

i sat in boston for so long today reading woolf. for some reason reading right now is like pushing a large crate up a steep hill; i'm what they call a systematic reader, which means i go back and read the same part over and over again. i often in fact loose track of what i'm saying, or thinking. this makes reading a difficulty, but a pleasurable ( Read more... )

whaddayaknow, turned up to the house on ciaran's birthday! they should give prizes for that shit. i didn't even know, but frazer told me on our way up the stairs so i was able to be all "happy birthday matey, i bought you some er.. hot cross buns ( Read more... )

What do you know? I just wrote a poem. Post it, fuck that.

today was actually incredible, but not that incredible since i do have a tendency to exaggerate. 
my mind's a bit fucked, as you can probably tell. i managed to retract my opening statement without even finishing the sentence.
uhh, hard work. today was. i've been in blackstones polishing tables, flattening cardboard boxes, transporting chairs up and ( Read more... )