welcome to 2007

{Sarah Coleman art, Sage Francis words)

AND I BID YOU ALL;

Goodluck with all your endeavours for the impending year jerk-pots!

ahh...

painting in a heat wave

The weather sucks huge balls today. I'm gagging on the dry fucking heat everytime I've ventured outside. I've left off going to the Laundrobar far too long, there was a small mountain of unwashed clothes in the corner of my room this morning. Once I'd sorted light from dark I realised that there were too many to carry on my own so I resolved to make two trips, but, as I was hanging up the first load (two large washing machines full)my resolve crumbled... There is, however, still a smaller mound of hand-wash only crap to get through, and I am, gradually, but I have to psyche myself up each time I need to take something to the washing-line.
I'm painting too, which is rare for me because I am not as proficient at crontrolling brush bristles as clutch pencil lead, but: "parctise...etc"
I'm living dangerously too; blue terry towling shorts.
Yeah, you heard me.
I know it's only just started, but fuck summer(film it and put it on youtube.
out.

"Pooh break at eurodisney"

Jason Sho Green

re-context

"Paris is like a whore. From a distance she seems ravishing, you can't wait to have her in your arms. And five minutes later you feel empty, disgusted with yourself. You feel tricked."
-Henry Miller (Tropic of Cancer)

It's been a while since I've seen you smile -ween
Thank God, you're still, angry at me. -co&ca
I want to love you but I'm getting blown away. -neilyoung
While I looked around for my possibilities, -simon&garfunkle
Give me your heart and I'll love you till Tuesday -davidbowie
Everything's coming to a grinding halt -thecure
With no provision but an open face, along the straits of fear -ledzep




Today's bile made possible by coffee, cigarettes, red bull, hangover, confused tummy feelings and





Also "Death to the Pixies" which has made the urge to munt recede somewhat.
where is my mind? I've got no fucking idea.
All I wanted was a pepsi...
just one pepsi...

Kill yourself now, and avoid the rush

I was forced to listen to mix fm today, You might remember my blood-curdling loathing of said station from the period in which I was forced to be a slave for the salvation army. It's not quite as bad as I remember, but they played a song... it goes "I wish I was a punk-rocker with flowers in my hair...blah blah blah I'm completely vapid and naive, and I haven't got a clue what I'm taking about...(repeat)".
Yes, Sandie Thom(?), I wish you were punk-rocker with flowers in your hair, so that the diametrically opposed halves of your personality would wage war on each other, manifesting in severe self-harm, resulting in your violent and public death, by your own hands. How's that?
What else?
I saw a girl on my way home today, let me paint you a picture; bleached, palest-pale hair, ultra-thin, mega-tight-pants, big silver hoop earrings... Trendiest of the high-maintenance, high-income trendy fad worshipping soul-less husks... fashionably "distressed/aged/pre-worn" shirt with slogan...
What slogan?
"DIE
YUPPIE
SCUM"
I'm still not sure, was she being satirical? Self loathing? Is it a joke at her expense played by the manufacturers of said shirt? Quite a likely possibility considering said shirt retails for around forty dollars, I think any shirt that costs that much is a joke*.
I have a shirt that reads "I hate you almost as much as I hate myself", but that's just true.

oh, PS. I spent the entire day in a scout hall and am legally bound to do the same tomorrow.
WoooHooo

*with the exception of shirts featuring bands that I like or things of that ilk...how is that different? I don't know, maybe I'm just a sucker, or mybe that's the area where I become uncomfortable making my own shirt.