On Friday I went to La Mistral and I discovered that it's calling itself Nottingham's best cafe bar. I have to say that because I know the chef. The bottled beers are good and the wines are too.
I have been hiding away, generally, and biding my time because I want to friendly and my dyslexia is the most important part of my life all of a sudden, again, and as that performs well, being the worst parts of life, again, and gecko tollerant.
However, I did go to see Snoop who was brilliant last night but after the show there was an atmospher of absolute safety/laudanum on the air in Hockley and that was disconcerting. I met a dude from Sheffield at the bar who seemed to be interested in getting cooler and was persistant in his attempts to dislodge queue jumpers. I wasn't that fussed about that and I found that I'd spent all of my money anyway. I wanted to move around. My dream last night was of a concert where every member of the audience was looking in a different direction.
The Fish Song
____________
Bring money for the plankton,
you can keep it in your snout -
if people were fish
and squidgy, like a fish.
Bellow, fish, bellow in the deep
censored bobble talk all night.
"I mustn't sleep", said fish,
"and my eyesight keeps me warm".
Alex is a master of one eyed combat, you have learn't. We practice this at school using mushy peace and cotton weapons that we break the sound barrier with. We shocked the bubble massive and the bubble snatched my savant overshield. I am annoyed and trapped and my life is here and my mum read some and she didn't know that I thought that she had a role to play. I am so alone. My grannie can't help and I thought she might and I had some light and it's going to be stolen again.
My head upon a platter. *some text missing*
I met three men in the cafe bar where I was reading "CAMUS - L'Estranger andLa Chute" by Rosemarie Jones on friday. Their conversation sounded excellent and one of them was completely preoccupied with the idea of a generation gap - I'm rather more interested in generation blocks - and talked vivaciously accross the table to my left. It was fine. I need more words. I am out of words I need to go to the store for some more. I had plans for this entry, I did, and we were...
Leave me a message. I swear that I will get back to you.
I have been hiding away, generally, and biding my time because I want to friendly and my dyslexia is the most important part of my life all of a sudden, again, and as that performs well, being the worst parts of life, again, and gecko tollerant.
However, I did go to see Snoop who was brilliant last night but after the show there was an atmospher of absolute safety/laudanum on the air in Hockley and that was disconcerting. I met a dude from Sheffield at the bar who seemed to be interested in getting cooler and was persistant in his attempts to dislodge queue jumpers. I wasn't that fussed about that and I found that I'd spent all of my money anyway. I wanted to move around. My dream last night was of a concert where every member of the audience was looking in a different direction.
The Fish Song
____________
Bring money for the plankton,
you can keep it in your snout -
if people were fish
and squidgy, like a fish.
Bellow, fish, bellow in the deep
censored bobble talk all night.
"I mustn't sleep", said fish,
"and my eyesight keeps me warm".
Alex is a master of one eyed combat, you have learn't. We practice this at school using mushy peace and cotton weapons that we break the sound barrier with. We shocked the bubble massive and the bubble snatched my savant overshield. I am annoyed and trapped and my life is here and my mum read some and she didn't know that I thought that she had a role to play. I am so alone. My grannie can't help and I thought she might and I had some light and it's going to be stolen again.
My head upon a platter. *some text missing*
I met three men in the cafe bar where I was reading "CAMUS - L'Estranger andLa Chute" by Rosemarie Jones on friday. Their conversation sounded excellent and one of them was completely preoccupied with the idea of a generation gap - I'm rather more interested in generation blocks - and talked vivaciously accross the table to my left. It was fine. I need more words. I am out of words I need to go to the store for some more. I had plans for this entry, I did, and we were...
Leave me a message. I swear that I will get back to you.