crush;
i think in bursts of phrases. (today, on the bus: i am neither old enough nor wise enough to be inspirational.)
i want a new book (old-fashioned school story, or anaïs nin.). apple juice, or some kitschy pop pulp fanzine from the cornerhouse.
love comes in colours i can't deny
magpies on rooftops; clocks moving forwards. linear things confuse me, but i still love the parallels on my bass guitar. i don't really know what i'm doing. i can barely think straight. good and bad. life is a tangle.