Not feeling nervous, but I’m feeling shit. Always talking about taking things seriously but I've pretended she’s not a real human being. Pretty bad
‘We install more cookers than anyone else in the UK’-makes you think really
Pseudo faux pas
Ultra neo classical pap, that’s what
You’re all over that dream
It is ok, I've had two valium from his candy box so i'll be safe to get back into the world
We can talk about guilt
Gig tonight in new cross. The fucks are playing, how sweet
It was such fun unwrapping my sandwich
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.
Wednesday 22 December 2010
archive +7.0
I’m asleep
Later if you get bored painting by yourself-probably unlikely-it would be cool if we could paint together.
I fainted again. The most exciting thing in my life at the moment
Escape crimson rooms
I’m thinking. Lets have our babies together, aiming for the same day. I think they would get on. Closest of friends
I think I depressed you. My eye was hurting
You are infuriating
Hoarse
Who is this?
I would have made it but the chain fell off. Bike grease all over my neck. Pretty cool entrance
God, people can ruin anything
I’m going to have to force you to run at some point. Ill let you know when I feel mean
The one with the hanging baskets
Don’t use that get out clause. No you are not shit. Just call me in future and make me believe that you care. Its alright really, this band have songs called ‘you are the gimp and I am the mother fucker’
Later if you get bored painting by yourself-probably unlikely-it would be cool if we could paint together.
I fainted again. The most exciting thing in my life at the moment
Escape crimson rooms
I’m thinking. Lets have our babies together, aiming for the same day. I think they would get on. Closest of friends
I think I depressed you. My eye was hurting
You are infuriating
Hoarse
Who is this?
I would have made it but the chain fell off. Bike grease all over my neck. Pretty cool entrance
God, people can ruin anything
I’m going to have to force you to run at some point. Ill let you know when I feel mean
The one with the hanging baskets
Don’t use that get out clause. No you are not shit. Just call me in future and make me believe that you care. Its alright really, this band have songs called ‘you are the gimp and I am the mother fucker’
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