k...not gonna attempt to date this as its blindingly obvious from the previous 2 entries i ain't got a clue as to what time or day it is./...
....*this afternoon*, james mullord, pete doherty's *manager* moved right on up to the top of my *shit list*, takin pride of place over the crack-pushin lo-life currently clogging up sidney street...geyser made good on his *death* threats of the past week by showing up at my flat with my ex-girlfriend and bricking in my two sash windows...unfortunately he didn't stick around long enough to say hello to me and my sledge hammer(shame)...never realised the old git could actually run that fast...i'm left commiserating with a dopey wpc and a £200 bill for replacement glass...oh, turns out you can take fingerprints off of bricks after all...
....*this afternoon*, james mullord, pete doherty's *manager* moved right on up to the top of my *shit list*, takin pride of place over the crack-pushin lo-life currently clogging up sidney street...geyser made good on his *death* threats of the past week by showing up at my flat with my ex-girlfriend and bricking in my two sash windows...unfortunately he didn't stick around long enough to say hello to me and my sledge hammer(shame)...never realised the old git could actually run that fast...i'm left commiserating with a dopey wpc and a £200 bill for replacement glass...oh, turns out you can take fingerprints off of bricks after all...
28/03
night out with a fat ol full moon-feelin light enough to negotiate Clapham Junction 2 steps at a time/don't miss not having a car when the trains run like this and maybe its the william gibson novel i just opened or CAT POWER(the power of - i'm trippin off)getting a fraction of the sleep 4 *optimal behaviour*...someones given me a scientific link 2 debunk my delusion of 4 hours good;8 hours bad...margaret thatcher claims she never slept more than 3 hours/night....but she was *mad*...still findin it hard to believe we're meant to sleep for 8, even 9 hours a day...now i'm at the point of bed or 5 scoops of instant coffee...massive kind of deja vu where the air is warm-brooklyn??but breezy-maybe gonna bring chan marshall in here every time i visiti-cat power power cat...obssessing over the imperfections, once again *random*media...my arms aren't long enough, feels like.....but found someone else to hit the button for me...that'll be fun...another pic goes up and i remember how much i love picnic at hanging rock...
god bless
m
night out with a fat ol full moon-feelin light enough to negotiate Clapham Junction 2 steps at a time/don't miss not having a car when the trains run like this and maybe its the william gibson novel i just opened or CAT POWER(the power of - i'm trippin off)getting a fraction of the sleep 4 *optimal behaviour*...someones given me a scientific link 2 debunk my delusion of 4 hours good;8 hours bad...margaret thatcher claims she never slept more than 3 hours/night....but she was *mad*...still findin it hard to believe we're meant to sleep for 8, even 9 hours a day...now i'm at the point of bed or 5 scoops of instant coffee...massive kind of deja vu where the air is warm-brooklyn??but breezy-maybe gonna bring chan marshall in here every time i visiti-cat power power cat...obssessing over the imperfections, once again *random*media...my arms aren't long enough, feels like.....but found someone else to hit the button for me...that'll be fun...another pic goes up and i remember how much i love picnic at hanging rock...
god bless
m
25/03/05
arrived 2day with a headful of sobriety+a pocketful of trust. the moon's full,i'm cream-crackered and there ain't no way i'm getting thru this questionnaire at 5am. Knocked myself out with a song entitled *the ballard of sidney street*.. i gotta be at least 20 miles away by now....thank fuck. couldn't join sg and not immediately chuck up a pic tho...god bless the £5 webcam. maybe fill in the form laterx
mk
arrived 2day with a headful of sobriety+a pocketful of trust. the moon's full,i'm cream-crackered and there ain't no way i'm getting thru this questionnaire at 5am. Knocked myself out with a song entitled *the ballard of sidney street*.. i gotta be at least 20 miles away by now....thank fuck. couldn't join sg and not immediately chuck up a pic tho...god bless the £5 webcam. maybe fill in the form laterx
mk
