Job.
In London.
I will have.
Whahay.
Just you watch me.
Working for
peanuts (lunch allowance)
headache. Haircut not helping with that.
Cannot
write
now. Too much snooker... Must think of CV possibilities.
Tear gas, tanks, trains, emissaries, Scotland.
That's all I'm saying because somebody else is going to apply.
It's only an excuse to live in London. A silly idea because I love Alix...
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This journal entry is dedicated to work
[She said "I hope we all fall in love. I hope it happens soon."
I said, beneath a canopy of
trees, "I used to be in love with you."
Roads, corridors of rough, mossy stone
bricks that are like ancient
picture frames that can't hold themselves open.
They lead us to our beginning;
She was flattered,
I could...
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[She said "I hope we all fall in love. I hope it happens soon."
I said, beneath a canopy of
trees, "I used to be in love with you."
Roads, corridors of rough, mossy stone
bricks that are like ancient
picture frames that can't hold themselves open.
They lead us to our beginning;
She was flattered,
I could...
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Monday
was
a
day
that began with a text message
that I wrote the night before.
Ronan and Thom
are back from Birmingham and Liverpool.
was
a
day
that began with a text message
that I wrote the night before.
Ronan and Thom
are back from Birmingham and Liverpool.
It is time (again) that I accounced that I am bad. Thick is precisely the word for me, because I sometimes think that I'm rather clever too.
Throw stones, please.
Throw stones, please.
If you are truely of Nottingham you don't have an accent. We simply abuse the language and condense it. There are the West-Bridgefordians who speak with a slight "neeearrr" but south of the river is where the Southerners came to live and where they ran the economy from, with the Trent forming a barrier between them and the farmers and miners and tanners in the...
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I'm smoking Lambert and Butler today, because today I don't like myself. Nicotine depresses me. So does the rain. So does my saying "sorry" aloud in the street when I thought of Lauren just now.
Today is like many. I started smoking B&H silver for the same reason but they're too nice now.
Last night was good though, appart from meeting a very pretentious beauty...
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Today is like many. I started smoking B&H silver for the same reason but they're too nice now.
Last night was good though, appart from meeting a very pretentious beauty...
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hickuphelpline:
That's crap isn't it. I'm going to go and tidy my room. Things are rotting in there.
lulasunday:
my goodness...
so after all that, no poems?
c'mon man, let me in!
so after all that, no poems?
c'mon man, let me in!
Guys, I'm going to fly. . . .right over the ocean to where that big lot of you are. I don't know when. I'm already promised a flight to NYC but I don't think that it will be a welcoming place.
I really do need a holiday. Even without the free plain tickets, getting anywhere shouldn't be a problem; I have a lot of close...
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I really do need a holiday. Even without the free plain tickets, getting anywhere shouldn't be a problem; I have a lot of close...
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I hate to break it to you
but i'm a dangerous mess
and that's why I don't break it to you
because i'm not nice all of the time;
I spend long minutes thinking
what I am doing
what if it will hurt somebody
but I really don't know
and some people are hurt just by what I can do and what I am
but...
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but i'm a dangerous mess
and that's why I don't break it to you
because i'm not nice all of the time;
I spend long minutes thinking
what I am doing
what if it will hurt somebody
but I really don't know
and some people are hurt just by what I can do and what I am
but...
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hickuphelpline:
I really liked Siv's set today.
I think that there might be problem with my billing this month....
NOTHIN' TO SAY
NOTHIN' TO DO
SINGING AWAY
TO AN OLD FAVOURITE TUNE
CUT ME IN HALF
SELL ME TO A ZOO
I JUST WANT TO BE LOVED
EVEN THOUGH I HURT YOU
Bless my pudding;
it's just getting hot.
My head is permissive,
I am soft spoken and unhealthy,
my mum is a doctor and my dad is dead of cancer. Mum and me...
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NOTHIN' TO DO
SINGING AWAY
TO AN OLD FAVOURITE TUNE
CUT ME IN HALF
SELL ME TO A ZOO
I JUST WANT TO BE LOVED
EVEN THOUGH I HURT YOU
Bless my pudding;
it's just getting hot.
My head is permissive,
I am soft spoken and unhealthy,
my mum is a doctor and my dad is dead of cancer. Mum and me...
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hickuphelpline:
I got there, and I was I always going to be knackard, and Nieghbours is on. I can't spell nightbours right now. It's 3:42am here. There was always that question: "does your dyslexia prevent you from using words that you cannot spell?". I found. They taylor make the tests. Fuckers.
Nieghbers is great. "Twice a day". Quite.
Quiet.
It isn't her turn.
It's Dj's, only, I am too tired and too stoned and I got there at 17:35, that's when the show starts. I ate a bowl of Fruite and Fiber with semi skinned milk and blew my nose a few times before I left because, I'd gone solely for the purpose of giving her bus fare to see her boyfriend who I am sure has been skanking her, but she, (Djezz) skanked HER with him, and Dj was going to West Bridgeford to make up with Jed right then. I told her to be less evasive and I don't like the way she involved me.
I walked straight back again. I wanted to write about how I got to Djezzica's house but I was stiff and hungry so I sat at the PC for a while. Until Grannie, Marion and my mum arrive home. Waiting for dinner gives me appertite for sandblasting so I decide, again, to go out into the night. My dinner in the front room with one of the cats is hecktic, tasted by Rocky and unfinished.
I was never convinced that the story about Sam and (this guy called lowis, or something) was actually true and I heard tonight that it was just a crack addict who coerced them down an alley way. Dicks.
Before I left for Djezzica's I was a) frantically looking for a warm coat, b) deciding on a mode of transport and, of course c) which is considering whether or not to bottle out.
The bus fare tows me there completely, through a spliff without music; no proper lighter just pieces of matchbox and scattered matches; "Not my bike, it's too tough, and don't take the phone"; finding my wallet and keys. [There is at least 1 other bus route. The Fourty, and it runs behind my back hedge.
I'd planned a brilliant entry, stumbled out into the now so attenuated highstreet, and loped all the way there, anenuator, not a traffic sympathiser but pelican crossing activist. Probably in recompence, as is my habit.
I drank the Irish whiskey with some bloods. Type-o. I don't know what got Ronan and the gang (Ha Ha. Zetia Familia) so up up and important. Kader was vexed. Guy was late, easy going. Last night I mean. Joe and Laur H., Tom and Teeq are less concerned with the zeightgiest or whatever, and they're watch is a fast one. With Ronan now in Birmingham looking for work as a TVcameraperson, these bloods are sweet.
Grrrr
xoxox
goodnight.x
Nieghbers is great. "Twice a day". Quite.
Quiet.
It isn't her turn.
It's Dj's, only, I am too tired and too stoned and I got there at 17:35, that's when the show starts. I ate a bowl of Fruite and Fiber with semi skinned milk and blew my nose a few times before I left because, I'd gone solely for the purpose of giving her bus fare to see her boyfriend who I am sure has been skanking her, but she, (Djezz) skanked HER with him, and Dj was going to West Bridgeford to make up with Jed right then. I told her to be less evasive and I don't like the way she involved me.
I walked straight back again. I wanted to write about how I got to Djezzica's house but I was stiff and hungry so I sat at the PC for a while. Until Grannie, Marion and my mum arrive home. Waiting for dinner gives me appertite for sandblasting so I decide, again, to go out into the night. My dinner in the front room with one of the cats is hecktic, tasted by Rocky and unfinished.
I was never convinced that the story about Sam and (this guy called lowis, or something) was actually true and I heard tonight that it was just a crack addict who coerced them down an alley way. Dicks.
Before I left for Djezzica's I was a) frantically looking for a warm coat, b) deciding on a mode of transport and, of course c) which is considering whether or not to bottle out.
The bus fare tows me there completely, through a spliff without music; no proper lighter just pieces of matchbox and scattered matches; "Not my bike, it's too tough, and don't take the phone"; finding my wallet and keys. [There is at least 1 other bus route. The Fourty, and it runs behind my back hedge.
I'd planned a brilliant entry, stumbled out into the now so attenuated highstreet, and loped all the way there, anenuator, not a traffic sympathiser but pelican crossing activist. Probably in recompence, as is my habit.
I drank the Irish whiskey with some bloods. Type-o. I don't know what got Ronan and the gang (Ha Ha. Zetia Familia) so up up and important. Kader was vexed. Guy was late, easy going. Last night I mean. Joe and Laur H., Tom and Teeq are less concerned with the zeightgiest or whatever, and they're watch is a fast one. With Ronan now in Birmingham looking for work as a TVcameraperson, these bloods are sweet.
Grrrr
xoxox
goodnight.x