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I want to paint something on the wall, as a mark of my time in the room. I'd have to paint over it, but I'd know always that it was there. Looking at slightly-dull-ice-green walls has actually warped my mind into worshipping that colour and buying green-coloured clothes, green eyeliner, green-stoned rings. Other people hardly notice the green tint, oh god it's like the yellow wallpaper, no..
We actually went to tesco at midnight. It was pretty weird, soft shimmery 60s and 70s music and empty spaces where all kinds of people pass. It was almost like Morvern Callar. Like a dream. Too bright though. The colours assault your eyes. I've always had a thing about supermarkets.