ghostism

well good morning sunshine! yay for old mother wales for turning the sun on for my last day...well i'm off to get some sand and grass between my toes.

hit the sea today and had a close call with becoming a genuine iceberg. shit damn this wild ocean is full of electricity and tumult. made my way through the crabs and jellies with a head full of nothing and climbed the wild hill to my favourite sitting spot to catch the falling sun and a fucking cold. haha very funny wales. oh well on...
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fuck sitting on this hilltop high above the gauer - the icy breeze cutting the sky into dark halves, filling my head with the sound of a thousand brilliant birds and keiji haino...and i stumbled down to my caravan to watch some fucked up welsh soap about a freak rock band playing at a barndance - no wonder i left my television at my folks...
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had my ears filled with the insane beauty of beaches and canyons - climbing the vast grassy hills and crevasses of the the southern tip of wales. feeling like david attenborough in the search of the spotted grass owl. fuck this land is full of energy and quiet. baeches and canyons indeed. picturing black dice in full dark metal get-up playing at full volume on...
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i.

have been rejuvenating cell by cell in the the open spaces and rain brushed burrows of the english grasslands. walking beneath these skies heavy with damp promise and endless shades of ghostly silver - feeling an almost uneasy sense of familiarity and longing for my peeps to join me on the road. the only sense of home has become those undeniable beings whom pour...
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