yesssssss I ammmm.
my computer is dying on me...my scanner has gone all weird!
Listening to yes I am....its my new favourite radiohead song...in the pablo era...when thoms voice is is really growly and sexy...yeaaah.
I've done another thing that constitutes neither as art or writing, but a bit of both. Ah...a rare jonny greenwood solo...*comes*
Anyway, enough of that.
It's how Igetideas. I remember how I used to write really long 'thoughtful' posts in here, I used to write about these strong feelings I had never had before, and now they're like a kind of desperation.You just know you could love someone better the second time around.
as soon as something falls in to place at last, what I relied on falls apart. I cannot have my cake, and I sure as hell can't eat it. Not all of it anyway. I have this real need for creative bloody input right now.
The quest for wellies still stands...we have searched the many lands high and low...WE CANNOT FIND THAT GLASS SLIPPER. cookies, soothe. heh, you comfort eater.
anyway (again) this is a pointless post...to myself..i feel as if i should have a little 'reflection ramble..'
Over nothing.
Come college I shall be etilist and pretentious again. No i was never that. I wont become it either. I'm just looking forward to the change...and shitting my results.
this stab at a post actually MEANING something failed disasterously so I'm OFF to finish this word/art thing and eat more cookies, gain more fat. s'all good. repititiontoreinforce. x x
Listening to yes I am....its my new favourite radiohead song...in the pablo era...when thoms voice is is really growly and sexy...yeaaah.
I've done another thing that constitutes neither as art or writing, but a bit of both. Ah...a rare jonny greenwood solo...*comes*
Anyway, enough of that.
It's how Igetideas. I remember how I used to write really long 'thoughtful' posts in here, I used to write about these strong feelings I had never had before, and now they're like a kind of desperation.You just know you could love someone better the second time around.
as soon as something falls in to place at last, what I relied on falls apart. I cannot have my cake, and I sure as hell can't eat it. Not all of it anyway. I have this real need for creative bloody input right now.
The quest for wellies still stands...we have searched the many lands high and low...WE CANNOT FIND THAT GLASS SLIPPER. cookies, soothe. heh, you comfort eater.
anyway (again) this is a pointless post...to myself..i feel as if i should have a little 'reflection ramble..'
Over nothing.
Come college I shall be etilist and pretentious again. No i was never that. I wont become it either. I'm just looking forward to the change...and shitting my results.
this stab at a post actually MEANING something failed disasterously so I'm OFF to finish this word/art thing and eat more cookies, gain more fat. s'all good. repititiontoreinforce. x x