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happy bloody valentines day.
i shall spend i like i have spent the last 5. in my room, listening to the cure and most likely reading. i met a bloke at one of shane's parties the other day, chuck somethingorother. he wrote some book about fighting in a club...fight club i think. it's sitting on my bed now. he said i might enjoy it. bloody fantastic conversationalist too. but the name chuck is something i would never curse my future offspring with.
however, at this point, the offspring thing is looking rather dim. various reasons. kids are fun, but there is always the possibility of them turning into uptight bastards, or worse. and with my luck, mine would be a quidditch freak.
see. this is what valentines day does to people. makes them think and dream about things that will never ever fucking happen.
why do i write this here? i could not for my life tell you.
oh yes, and the studio week and a half was rather productive.
-fully winged
-vitiation
-stale air
-sidereal day comes up and round
-magic veiled
-where has arcadia gone?
-next exit out
-sleeping on the Elysian Fields
later today i'm going to go visit jimi jr at mums. won't bother her an patricia because they're probably doing something horribly valentines day and i think that would make me sick. physically sick.
i shall spend i like i have spent the last 5. in my room, listening to the cure and most likely reading. i met a bloke at one of shane's parties the other day, chuck somethingorother. he wrote some book about fighting in a club...fight club i think. it's sitting on my bed now. he said i might enjoy it. bloody fantastic conversationalist too. but the name chuck is something i would never curse my future offspring with.
however, at this point, the offspring thing is looking rather dim. various reasons. kids are fun, but there is always the possibility of them turning into uptight bastards, or worse. and with my luck, mine would be a quidditch freak.
see. this is what valentines day does to people. makes them think and dream about things that will never ever fucking happen.
why do i write this here? i could not for my life tell you.
oh yes, and the studio week and a half was rather productive.
-fully winged
-vitiation
-stale air
-sidereal day comes up and round
-magic veiled
-where has arcadia gone?
-next exit out
-sleeping on the Elysian Fields
later today i'm going to go visit jimi jr at mums. won't bother her an patricia because they're probably doing something horribly valentines day and i think that would make me sick. physically sick.