As soon as possible. Choose a week. Write down everything you eat. At the end of the week mum will ring and ask what you think about food. Do you have thinspiraton? Motives for eating what you do? Guilt? The only thing is, you have to change your age
Younger
My friend just rang to tell me my friends dad is back on crack. I saw your friends last night
Do you have insomnia or something or just trying to cure yourself of the need to sleep? He’s had a pretty fucked up life his mum is dying as well
At home, just finished watching ‘labyrinth’ starring David Bowie. Wearing a sombrero. Drinking water, that kind of activity
Un bonne vivant nest pas?
I’m not wearing my sombrero anymore. I’m reading Alan Bennet
They wouldn’t let me and my friends into your place. You and your fucking clubs are so pretentious
Can you come off your high horse for five seconds?
Look to the stamp’s queen’s head, they’re going to cut it off
Camberwell castle. How convenient
Nearly there you weirdo
Are you ok?
All the best then
We are watching doctors, eating ginger snaps.
Sorry was I too forward. Have I blown it?
This is not free form poetry or monologue. It's a collection of messages I have received over the last seven years. They are anonymous and abstracted - just a collection of words in time. They remind me of growing and change.
Sunday, 25 April 2010
Tuesday, 20 April 2010
archive +4.3
Coming into London passing the Brixton recreation centre. Reminds me of you
Don’t be obscene.
Bloody hell just slept for 14 hours so am a little slow
Do I smell?
I’m being serious why the cold shoulder
Just lets meet
I’m in a gambling house. Text me if you want to come
I thought you were pretty joke but I don’t think you should make a habit of hanging round dirty old men. I hear you’ve got a hangover
You were pretty and joke and now you’re just pretty
I believe I’m seeing you
You’re shithouse rhyming isn’t worth anything
We’ve decided to have a housewarming next week. You will be the guest of honour as funniest girl in the world
Please stop worrying about everything
Fine
You seem to have a lot of bad and weird days. I’m not in a bad mood at all
Don’t be obscene.
Bloody hell just slept for 14 hours so am a little slow
Do I smell?
I’m being serious why the cold shoulder
Just lets meet
I’m in a gambling house. Text me if you want to come
I thought you were pretty joke but I don’t think you should make a habit of hanging round dirty old men. I hear you’ve got a hangover
You were pretty and joke and now you’re just pretty
I believe I’m seeing you
You’re shithouse rhyming isn’t worth anything
We’ve decided to have a housewarming next week. You will be the guest of honour as funniest girl in the world
Please stop worrying about everything
Fine
You seem to have a lot of bad and weird days. I’m not in a bad mood at all
Sunday, 11 April 2010
archive +4.2
Being a curator is not as glamorous as expected. Sweeping a floor in a suit while tourists peer through the plate glass wall
I wrote a massive message with everything in it then deleted it
Are you all right?
Yes call
Ring
Gorgeous
Don’t say sorry
I’m looking at the picture you did for me. I love it
Asleep
Stop saying thank you it’s making me very uncomfortable
You could fill the blank in my diary if you’re not avoiding me as well. By the way you’re so fucking cool I cant get back to sleep
Call me when you’re up. Lets do something today. I’m in Camberwell
Thanks for sending your details-a member of the itv team will be in touch with you soon
Are you still not seeing people and things?
Love me if you dare
I wrote a massive message with everything in it then deleted it
Are you all right?
Yes call
Ring
Gorgeous
Don’t say sorry
I’m looking at the picture you did for me. I love it
Asleep
Stop saying thank you it’s making me very uncomfortable
You could fill the blank in my diary if you’re not avoiding me as well. By the way you’re so fucking cool I cant get back to sleep
Call me when you’re up. Lets do something today. I’m in Camberwell
Thanks for sending your details-a member of the itv team will be in touch with you soon
Are you still not seeing people and things?
Love me if you dare
Monday, 5 April 2010
archive +4.1
I though you had been hiding in London. Refusing to see me.
Where are you now in this world?
I just listened to your voicemail and am so depressed
It’s not cool to call yourself cool
I want to feel good about myself but just ate four cookies and that girl has a nicer body than me with longer hair and a tan and pedicure. I want someone to fancy me at my worst again
Suck it babes
Gosh what a long drive
Well once you’ve cleaned out your mouth and picked out the hairs, try calling
How is that party?
Is it free?
Is it upstairs?
I showed you love and all I got was a couple of smart comments and the piss taken. Thanks. Still, you were the one who broke the door during the speeches
Acquaintances perhaps
Where are you now in this world?
I just listened to your voicemail and am so depressed
It’s not cool to call yourself cool
I want to feel good about myself but just ate four cookies and that girl has a nicer body than me with longer hair and a tan and pedicure. I want someone to fancy me at my worst again
Suck it babes
Gosh what a long drive
Well once you’ve cleaned out your mouth and picked out the hairs, try calling
How is that party?
Is it free?
Is it upstairs?
I showed you love and all I got was a couple of smart comments and the piss taken. Thanks. Still, you were the one who broke the door during the speeches
Acquaintances perhaps
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