Friday 30 October 2009

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You’re a fond acquaintance

You make up the majority of my thought collection. Not sure congratulations are in order

You have a book proving my persistence? Shows I should probably cease

For a minute there I lost myself. Apparently 59% of girls want girth

Fuck that indeed. Smoked haddock

Burning myself with cigarettes flicks me right on

You asked. No you didn’t

Your birth gave me girth

In my womb sucking on legs

God yes, sweating for a cigarette

In London? Please say you are

Just slightly lonely in this place of pretenders. Feel a big need to see someone with no hidden agenda. Thought of you and decided with a text I should send ya, this should just end a this should just end a

I met him last night. His nose isn’t so pointy but his face is round. It was the most awkward meeting. Such a shame

Tuesday 27 October 2009

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I’m in Ireland for the next two weeks, then Norwich then Tonga until December so how about a film on the 8th? Like that for a plan

Her

Are you in London too? Oxford was beginning to scare me

I’m sorry for my bad company. It’s disgusting. Probably seeking attention or something

I’m feeling a little overwhelmed with our level of communication recently. I might even consider moving you back into my friends list

You really know how to shoot yourself in the foot. You can stay where you are

There is no fun in that. You would be pretty lonely on the friends list anyway

You know that hurts my feelings

Tough love is easier than normal

You’re rarely comfortable if I remember you correctly

Sunday 25 October 2009

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Are you or are you not? In London. My body aches for you

I’m sorry you don’t like them, but I’m about to call. It will be brief so brace yourself

I am but only to see you

He's coming and he wants to talk to you


I’m not coming. The music has died and I’m ill with my stomach

They chose to live in such frosty conditions

You deserve it for sending me obscenely cryptic late night messages

A mix of derailed excitement and sobering upset. So absolutely fine. I prefer you as a topic and I don’t think I’m alone in that

As I said, it’s a pleasure to be of assistance. And yes it’s a close community, everyone’s sound

Big brother eviction and a trip to the ritzy

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I’m happy your mime act is going well. You should charge

I say you instead of your. It is hell but I have cotton wool

The bar by the port, you cock. I dislike the way you don’t remember it

I’m really busy, about to get laid

The phone in the hand is actually getting a little awkward

I’m in the rad cam, feeling sorry

Try again; there is now space on my phone

I have just beaten you in awkwardness. A very beautiful old man just asked me out and all I said was ‘fine’. I then proceeded with a comment bout how awkward it was. Nice touch

I had missed you more than I knew

Ill be there but I don’t know where it gets in

I could cry. Someone just sent shocking photos of me sent from last night. I’m not going to leave my house

I will leave food in the hall

Why do you never answer the phone?

Friday 23 October 2009

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I will punish you if you have cruel motives

Time just slips away when I’m thinking of you. How does it feel to be desired?

You’re most welcome. I’ve been speaking with one of his mates and I think we've got something he will appreciate. I’m open from 12 on Monday

I want some cake and I want some you as soon as you have a minute

Have you still got my vitamins?

On the train, happy. I brought the metal detector for your pleasure and for mine. I should be back pretty soon, pretty one

In your room?

It’s a winner, come at once

We are going to somewhere that used to be a Chinese brothel

We are at the bar where that man had long greasy grey hair

I’m going to nip this in the bud, give him a fucking kicking. Will you be up in 28 minutes?

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Maybe

It’s not for me

Don’t look at my trousers if you come


Do you want to come and get some reading material to fuel your fire? You can vent it all on me like a cruise missile to a refugee camp

The books were meant to lure you in

No then, you are a horrible person, you impress your distorted view on those around you, embroil them in your malicious web and then spit shit them dead of your poison

Shit. I forgot

Sorry man

Do you want to come a play chair races?

Yeah, we’re walking around anyway

Why do you want to know?

I’m not telling. You can’t mess about on it. People use it for serious work. I don’t want you being silly

Monday 19 October 2009

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I want to taste your risotto and become part of you. The director and you are smouldering

Come and live with me. Leave oxford. We could make a life together

I’m fucking seething with annoyance. Reading the American scientific journals. Come along and I could get angry with you. If you are actually bothered, you know I wouldn’t

You fucking whore

I wasn’t asking, I was telling

Let me sniff it

Now

Where would you make love if you were homeless?

I’ve just had an inexplicable surge of love for you. Is it because I’m driving past then Maudsley?

For god’s sake stop being stupid and get the fuck over here

Come over or don’t but I can promise you we all you want you to. Its fun despite the fact that I’m texting you which would suggest it isn’t

I’m in bed now and feeling sorry. I wonder whether she would get on with him

Friday 16 October 2009

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More cigarettes for you

So beautifully sad, like raindrops in heaven, running off Jesus head on the cross and mixing with tears and blood into a white waterfall thats been frozen but its not cold, just lye still and I can see it all, flying around it and emotion pouring out of every pore and then I wake up from a coma and take the first breath without life support and you’re there and eastern glow is in my head. Where are you?

We are embarking on an epic journey to the centre of indie hell. I have a cough-glitter inhalation. He has a food baby, she has issues and I saw that boy wearing a suit in mc Donald’s. The world has gone mad. He asked ‘where is she?’

Asshole

Wrong extension number. Jesus you make it hard

I’m praying for it to rain in the next hour

We have a bone practical in the morning. I will wake you

I can hear you

I’m always happy to see you just don’t bring that boy to my room. Now, come downstairs and pop your head round my door so I can see your pretty face

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Do you know why lots of early civilizations formed in desserts?

Looks like you may earn enough for a foreign visit

I have to tell you about Gandhi

In the womb or the bar

I’m having a strange conversation. So rude to text while in the presence of others. Fuck them

Safety pins are not too strong. They hold my life together and ill never say never and ill never say never again

High on knife

Thursday 15 October 2009

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What, preach?

The only reason we are here is for you two and the reason we do so much is so we don’t feel sad not to be with our wonderful children all the time. Call me at any time, in the dead of the night or five in the morning

You are completely brilliant. That’s exactly what I've decided

Dear little Chinese girl in the café just sat down with four red apples

And I do understand that sometimes Neanderthals can be boring


Could you also get me a few bananas please?

I’m pathetic. I just spied him so I’m hiding at the back of a shop

Have you finished with the bones?

I’m trying to read about Neanderthals. I’m becoming allergic to the bastards. Sleepless in Stanstead eating cheesecake, thinking of freckles and ginger hair

Wednesday 14 October 2009

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Fucking cleaners have been messing with our rooms again while we've been out. We are ‘upsetting’ them apparently and she told me I was going down hill

So, how big and cool is this party tonight

Please come

I’m not seeing any of your passport pictures

I’ve always wanted to go to Kew. You should have invited me

I just didn’t have a clue what you were saying. Sorry

There is no consolation here. Bribe him not to tell. Do anything. Anything

Do you have pictures of anyone else in there? Just say it’s artistic

Go on gut instincts please because they usually work

At least hell would be something proper. No half arsed crap. If you never wanted anything it would be pain free but that would be dull. This whole situation is crap

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This cigarette doesn’t even taste good without you lovingly stare at me while I smoke it

Don’t patronize me. We all know I’m not funny. I hope you’re happy now

In the arithmetic of love, one plus one equals everything, but two minus one equals nothing

That was mean, its true. Call me before you go to London

You disappeared so fast

I was going to do that, I wanted to add one or two of backs of heads in with them all, but it wasn’t me

Sorry for being obnoxious today, I will have calmed down by the time you’re back

I’m also collecting short video clips of natural hair partings and some are faked. We should make a video together

Love him from a distance. Nothing worse than the torment of love unsatisfied than the torment of love satisfied

You really liked him didn’t you? It’s hard for the centre of your life and reason for your make up to go

He hugged me, smiled, hugged. Smiled, hugged and then said he wouldn’t see me for a while


Just seen a woman you’ll look like when you’re 60

Monday 12 October 2009

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Thanks. We need Imagination

Could have just been an awkward day for him. Persevere

I’m in the library

Read for a bit, then photocopy

Same level as before

How is the stencil collection coming along?

The virgin conceived by a bird in her ear. She may advise you to go to the park and molest ducks. Believe fervently that Friday was just a bad day for him. Or was he nervous? Anyway, a bloody virgin isn’t the best one to pray to in such a situation

I want to hear your voice. language language language. Just went to run run run. I suddenly got really excited. I’m loving my brain full of neurons and more more more synapses all firing at my computer. I want them to be firing at you though

On the bus feeling sorry

Double the pleasure, double the slave labour

Sunday 11 October 2009

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I’m up. Are you out?

Panic

I was calling for no reason. It didn’t even cross my mind about your…disability

I don’t know what you’re talking about

I went to my mum and dads at the weekend and brought back some passport photos but don’t know how to categorize them. What do you think?

I can’t think of anything to write


You are the rainbow of happiness peaking through the clouds of my malcontent existence. That means that you make me happy

I have no password now

Can I call you just quickly, I have something archaeological to ask you

Well your hands weren't shaking enough to stop you texting. That’s good. Saliva contains many bacteria of its own, specific to the individuals DNA. I’m going out to the pavements to see some examples

Good or bad

What on earth happened that could be that bad. Come to the café

Come out to the park and we can look at the buttercups from really low down and the tress behind the clouds and the breathing

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Yes you did

Two funnies in a row, not bad for you


I was about to say the hat trick was beyond you and I was right

Yes yes and I like to plan

Definitely not marriage material

Strapping Polynesians who can cradle me to sleep whilst in a kava induced coma

Oh for gods sake

I giggled like a little baby

No I wasn’t. Or was I? Maybe not actually. Maybe. No. No. I wasn’t

No

Of course you are

I will think of some words

Still living the dream?

Yeah, I reckon so. ‘Do you like white wine?’ Something like that

Friday 9 October 2009

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You’re so predictable

I just thought I may hear from you tonight and was happy that I did

Sorry sorry. Can I sleep in your room? Arguments. Fuck

Cool man that’s groovy shit

Check your e-mail some time. Ok

It's on the car you retard. My friend has a vinyl cutter

Why? Do you prefer the subtle approach?

Ill try better next time

I need some more time

I spy her in the shelf next to a book on fishbourne. She wants me to come say hello

Guess where I bought a house today?

It’s on the number 3 route

Yes, having spent the entire first year coming home to see you I’m going to crawl across the country for your amusement

You’re going to have to explain that last sentence

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I think death is better than being photographed in shorts. Lets pretend we’re in London. They can pick up the kit from outside my door

She chopped off some of my desk but of course capital a art is more important

God, I heard him really loudly saying ‘I’m just such a nice guy’. What a wanker

But I don’t want stale ryvita and fruit

Rape fields

You better hide too, especially around 5

I live under my desk

I hope that was again a nice sarcastic comment otherwise you’ve just got me worried

It should be

It’s a bit horrible, hurt around the eyes and feel sick but I can’t let her leave when she is so upset

Sunday 4 October 2009

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I made a new myspace friend. One of yours. She is doing men’s fashion or some such. We are going to exchange stories. I met a friend from my old boys school. First one I've seen in seven years. We both agreed that middle England was too boring for us

He just said, what if there's a girl with a fucking huge hoof and a seeping vulva

He can be disgusting sometimes

I got in

Pay your bills now

Your birthday card I sent you two months ago just cam back through my doors. It is as hot as Greece today

Where the fuck are you?

Could I eat with you?

Three weeks until the next trial

I was so ashamed of my behaviour I agreed to meet him for a coffee

Friday 2 October 2009

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Slut

Just confirm for me that you’re not the person under the tube in oval. Stupid and irrational, but I have to check

No meat to be found anywhere. Crazy Indians, iron levels low. Keep breathing

Orange is welcoming me to talk

You left me

I’m actually worried about you

I got hypnotized by it and melted. If I don’t speak while I listen then he will just blur

Your texts are so cryptic. Always

We are friends

Clockwork orange

Homo habilis

You featured in my dream last night. We were walking around a forest pushing down the trees that were dead. Must have been you’re idea

He is texting me in a friendly manner. I guess he thinks we are ‘friends’, but I thought that was a euphemism for ‘I don’t want to see you ever again’.

Smoking shisha. Watching the sunset. Lots of pop bellied dancers