Trashed is the new trashed
After a break of several months to a year here is admiral ackbar, broadcasting to you from the suburbs of london. I thought it was a trap, but the shields were down. london I have you now! Focus all firepower on my brain. The music is on, the hour is late and serotonin levels are close to being depleted. Ha you know the score. the keyboard is swimming and the screen is a wash of white and blue.
The antipodean contingent Stefan, Jules and I have been fed some lovely materials by out south african hosts. Pictures may ensue, but all interested parties can find me on my Myspace which is also under the alias mesoscopic.
Ha ha i could have posted on myspace but livejournal is the place for deeply trashed input. Which in it's usual way is devoid of content. But why is that. i need someone to talk to. i cant just SHOUT INTO THE ETHERNET!
In fact where are all my people from the past I know i am many thousands of miles away but a click of a button may keel the gossamer thread of contact intact.
I miss you all. toby.hallam at gmail et al.
The antipodean contingent Stefan, Jules and I have been fed some lovely materials by out south african hosts. Pictures may ensue, but all interested parties can find me on my Myspace which is also under the alias mesoscopic.
Ha ha i could have posted on myspace but livejournal is the place for deeply trashed input. Which in it's usual way is devoid of content. But why is that. i need someone to talk to. i cant just SHOUT INTO THE ETHERNET!
In fact where are all my people from the past I know i am many thousands of miles away but a click of a button may keel the gossamer thread of contact intact.
I miss you all. toby.hallam at gmail et al.