character. Its been a long time since one of these nights.
Everything is being burnt of cleant. Cleaned.
I write, I read. I think. Darkly. Sadly. Alonely.
Randomly, wanting. Wishing.
I thought: Why am I sitting in this workplace with these people who I don’t like? Why am I here with them here? Why why why why why?
An I LOST MY WALLET.
And my clothes. Simple. basic man making neurotic silence and anger and pointless downer son thumbs down. Anger in flesh and character and cold so cold and book shelves and time and the books and the change that comes over me. And mastubating this morning has made me homocidal. Angry formidable, sarcastic, calming, cutting angry angry so angry and just fuming. I saw a photo of my father and sister, when cleaning my room. Listening to placebo.
B-Sides. A to B. Record. I am recording.
I saw them and I cried. No exercise.
Just waiting, awake, its raining. Its raining and there’s no reason to be awake or up or do anything. I’m alone. Surprisingly alone. Down and out and sound asleep. Eyes open, in my room, silent desk.
Pictures, book of love.
So much to look into.
Same word. Its an anagram, puzzle scrabbly.
and beyond that, and the history of my feelings and emotions and reactions.
How all this reads. How I write a mosquito
Clap and blood in my hand.
And chocolate in my teeth and my belly swells and I feel down and killer. And the money I need to do anythiing. Scrapped.
Art weekend. Restricted by someone anythingsomeone.
Penguinpandaladyselfconsciouswobble. Down. Down down-down.
English summer rain, seems to last for ages.
Drop on bye.
You’re in the sky.
I’m in the basement baby drop on bye…
And characters between tears.
Arutha. is a brash young adventurer.
Rumored rumored rumored. Rum, raisin, chocolate. One of each.
shot shot shot, snap snap snap. sip sip sip
As the sun set in the northern sky and the city was slowly being engulfed in an eerie darkness. I watched in awe, at the horizon that looked almost to be afire. Onfire. My jaw ripthreads casting pains into my eyes. Mellowing, spasming. I heard the ethereal voice, distant. A descriptive god. I scraped at my jaw. A broken tile were my teeth. I heard descriptive words as feelings. On the water to the edges of the horizon stretch, other elements. Land and light. My jaw was effect. Grit. Spittle and the recitation of perfect words. Language formed from a swirl, but the cement of my body couldn’t articulate. Involuntary pins. Prickling poetic sense. Lashing at the back of my closed throat. Gulping impossible, sat upon. Elephant memory fading. I blinked the cherry juice from my eyes. Mushy strawberries for lips. Spittle and sun dripping, fading. Into the dusk.
scary, shadows, violent, noisy, chilling, neighbours.
Strange, perspective, different, fun, canny, cool.
Pompeii, Naples. Swimming. Amazing. Roman. Town. Frozen. Volcanic. Vesuvius. Thousand. Walk. Ruins. Lava. Mosaics. Fire the imagination. Wish you were here.
Slow. Train. Delhi. Rajasthan. Agra. Marble Tomb. Mogul. India. Dead wife. 500. Magnificent. Gardens. Pools. Domes. Spires. Marble. Hot. Paddle. Security. Ice-Cream. Shade. Cheers.
Peru! Temple. Sun. Looking. Down. Inca. two-thousand-seven-hundred-and-fifty. Walk. Spectacular. Amazing. walled. steps. Cuzco. Discovered 1911. the same year you were born. Eerie don’t you think? Ok.
Describe the kind of love between Romeo & Juliet.
Is love like an addiction.
Can you describe what a metaphor is?
Can you use numbers to explain all the forms of figurative language?
What would you do for love? How far would you compromise.
And I SAT THERE IN THAT STUPID MEETING NOT GIVING ANYTHING TO THESE PEOPLE AND THERE ARE NO ANSWERS OR WANT. JUST STALE MONEY GRABBING GUBBING GRUBS IN THE ABYSS. SICKNESS.
The thought. All human wants and value attribution that falls out-side of fundamental human needs = pollution.
Conflict stems directly from obstacles.
Tension, drama. Climax.
COMPLY WITH PROPRIETY? What the fuck does that mean!
has there been a turning point in your life when fate changed everything?
What parts were determined?|
when have you challenged fate?
AUDREY HEPBURN’S FUNERAL POEM THAT SHE WROTE FOR HERSELF. lovelovelove.
ATTITUDE = 100%
“Fury said to
a mouse, that
in the house let us both go to law
I will prosecute you. – come, i’ll take no
denial; We must have a trial.
For really this morning I’ve nothing to do.
said the mouse to the cur ‘such a trial; dear sir,
with no jury or judge would be wasting out breath’
‘I’ll be judge I’ll be Jury, said cunning old Fury:
‘I’ll try the whole case and condemn you to death”