Thursday, 26 November 2009

Don't touch me, you look like a capuchin

I only seem to remember this blog when i have brandy in front of me, Oh no...Heather inspired me to write something tonight. Anything. I am quite possibly the least prolific blogger there has ever been or close thereof. A few nights ago I got asked to contribute to We Sink Ships new project. I will write a piece every month for five months starting in december 09 to coincide with photography and music. Apparently it may become a 'physical product'. I would love this to come true.

Hugely loved up with Suzanna this evening. I am most times we share correspondence. I am most times. The sky is pelting the glass from outside. I think its rain rather than hail. But it must be at least purple rain. Watched La Haine today. Again. But haven't seen it for a few years. Still got the tingles I always did get when the helicopter shot of the suburb rooftops is soundtracked by the DJ mixing KRS-One with Edith Piaf.

Some of my friends do this blog shit with ease. Since my last entry my cock has stopped hurting and I have found a girl I am actually allergic to. Well her bed at least. 'Homba' is coming along great I am really pleased with it although I want some more electro stuff going on in there. I know we're a 'down' band but I P-Diddn't want it to be this 'down'. We'll see. We're writing some gorgeous interludes so maybe that'll break it up. What do I know?...A lot actually.
One person is doing my nut. Fuck off. Realistically you should know who you are. Special love mentions this time go to Luke, Stephen and Marianne.

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