Don’t swear at me I know it’s not ok to ask
So like my friends got really drunk last night and sent you that message.
That was my courting gesture
Valentines pub conversation: ‘why is the honey monster there?’
What in gods name are you talking about
I knew you would leave
I’m speckly
I do birthdays, you do valentines
The can is outside your door. You sounded occupied so I didn’t disturb
I just remembered that violation thing you’re scared of
What an offer
I just came
I’m in trouble. Pick up
I’m on a coach with nothing but time on my hands and I don’t have any pride with you. I will keep calling
Hurts don't it?
Just be comfortable and pleasant, too late probably
Thanks for the coca cola
It’s all ok, honest
I’m going to come and get you when you’re asleep
I honestly didn’t mean that seriously. Don’t change a thing
Don’t you look pensive…
I’m eating with our friend
Blanked
If I were you I would be fucking angry that no one told me about things, that sounds harsh, but I think you aught to be. It would have been mean to have let you carry on thinking all was fine and you deserve honesty. So be honest with them and don’t think you’re a walk over. Maybe I’m missing the point, sorry
Walking around with a fucking lighter trying to find my clothes
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.
Thursday, 25 November 2010
Monday, 8 November 2010
archive +6.8
I didn’t say anything about that by the way, I was just telling them about doom
I’ve just realised I've been wearing the same outfit for a week
Guilt trip, make him paranoid
I cant, just imagine the applause though. Little boys swarming like ants, disgusting
I’ve got hysteria. Bad way to start the week
Tell her you are heart broken. She will love it
Bananas make your head feel better
Text me something funny
Just wolfed a diet coke in the library and had to stifle a burp. Everyone heard anyway.
She wants attention
You need sunglasses in this snow
Just so we’re clear, I’m still expecting a valentines card
You weren’t carried, trust me
You sound prickly, I look forward to seeing your effort
I bet you think this text is about you, don’t you
Its just too awful, the drug chat is through the roof
It’s not that busy. Relax
I cam over to see if you were alright
I have a terrible feeling
I’ve just realised I've been wearing the same outfit for a week
Guilt trip, make him paranoid
I cant, just imagine the applause though. Little boys swarming like ants, disgusting
I’ve got hysteria. Bad way to start the week
Tell her you are heart broken. She will love it
Bananas make your head feel better
Text me something funny
Just wolfed a diet coke in the library and had to stifle a burp. Everyone heard anyway.
She wants attention
You need sunglasses in this snow
Just so we’re clear, I’m still expecting a valentines card
You weren’t carried, trust me
You sound prickly, I look forward to seeing your effort
I bet you think this text is about you, don’t you
Its just too awful, the drug chat is through the roof
It’s not that busy. Relax
I cam over to see if you were alright
I have a terrible feeling
archive +6.7
Don’t be scared. I’m looking at you
Come here to my room. I’ve been waiting for you
A prancing deer
Any burns?
Is anyone awake?
Tunnels again. Free flowing prose
Whilst there is some predisposition among pacific islanders, I think the rise in chronic disease is caused largely by economic factors and a dependence on Imported foods. I’m trying to answer that very question myself
I’m flattered, today is my first day of freedom for a year so we’re both celebrating. Sorry for the recent neglect
My room
I left the book in your room and turned your light off. Hope that’s ok. If its not then take it up with the environment police. The planets warming up if you don’t read the newspapers. Shit, no rainforest left
You know me too well
It got a standing ovation, although helpfully pointed out that they were just cheering because I was leaving
Can I borrow the hunter-gatherers?
I’m a bit shit
Come here to my room. I’ve been waiting for you
A prancing deer
Any burns?
Is anyone awake?
Tunnels again. Free flowing prose
Whilst there is some predisposition among pacific islanders, I think the rise in chronic disease is caused largely by economic factors and a dependence on Imported foods. I’m trying to answer that very question myself
I’m flattered, today is my first day of freedom for a year so we’re both celebrating. Sorry for the recent neglect
My room
I left the book in your room and turned your light off. Hope that’s ok. If its not then take it up with the environment police. The planets warming up if you don’t read the newspapers. Shit, no rainforest left
You know me too well
It got a standing ovation, although helpfully pointed out that they were just cheering because I was leaving
Can I borrow the hunter-gatherers?
I’m a bit shit
Tuesday, 2 November 2010
archive +6.6
I wanted to watch them chain sawing the trees with you
I’ve fucked up. Nobody’s fault but mine
If you stare at them for too long you get sucked into that colour so then you cant see anything. So watch out for that
I want to try some of your cooking
Excellent has three ‘e’s in it and no ‘a’.
I find boring postcards utterly mesmerising
I’m dirty on the inside
I’m full of indecision and in a bad mood about kinship
I like a lot of things
Exactly
Cable with a b is shit
Lets rent a kite and fly south
Do you want it? It will end in tears
You know what
I’ve fucked up. Nobody’s fault but mine
If you stare at them for too long you get sucked into that colour so then you cant see anything. So watch out for that
I want to try some of your cooking
Excellent has three ‘e’s in it and no ‘a’.
I find boring postcards utterly mesmerising
I’m dirty on the inside
I’m full of indecision and in a bad mood about kinship
I like a lot of things
Exactly
Cable with a b is shit
Lets rent a kite and fly south
Do you want it? It will end in tears
You know what
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