My fucking

washing has been wet for four days now. on and off that line like i don't know what.

Miss Hermione Blue (we did not name her this lameity, this is her real name) got stuck in our attick. she climbed up ladders, i didnt know cats could do that.
she is special needs

man up, you fucking woman.

Anyway. Rumour has it, an ancient and feared old society is rekindling at Goldsmiths University.
A group called the Golden Truncheons, known for their mysogynist and facist tendancies has been detected in action again. Surely, this elitist club of drunks and bullies has no place in such a liberal idyll as encompassed in New cross. Who knows

Once again, the game wins me.

More Scum-shuttle woes. My gushing generosity has been exploited again by a girl who begged 50p form me at the metro station, only to then laugh at my shoes. They do resemble correctional shoes, but really, I cant be lugging all my fine footware up and down the Cuntry every single time. It could have been the queens nose, I hadn't even fucking checked.
Which leads me on to a puzzler.
Radgees, remain, by their ragged faces, their toothless moys, and their weight and general physical dynamic, recognisable.
Charvers on the other hand, or "chavs", for the southerners reading this who I pretend to be friends with, (nt rly guys, <3), the general, middle of the road, lower middle income general Bastards, have become harder to identify. Certainly, thier skin is a darker hue (this isn't racism, rather makeupism- we're all white in Newcastle anyway) but that isnt instantly identifyable, say from a distance, or through your faithfull friend here's rose tinted contact lenses.
Actualy, i wish they were rose tinted, thier sort of bluey. Things are so much nicer when the red hue's up, just slightly. Fuck me, call dragons den.

EYE, DIE, GRESS, SORRY.

The point I am wasting your time with, basically, is that Topshop has ruined everything. The vultures, no longer, discernable cultures.

A CAN IT BE ARSD TUH DEE A PIKSHA SO AL JUS TRY AN DRAW A FIFTY P LYK.
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/HALF A £\
| LIZ |
| :[ |
\________/
I'd say thats not bad. Better then a scottish fiver


*FUN FACT* the term Scottish Fiver, can be used in reference to Relations with a 16 year old.
IE Legal tender, but frowned upon.


Thats enough for now, I think.

Segedunum

Wow, just got in after an episode of Jeremy kyle on the metro.
I so purely thought i was going to get chinned, but escaped untouched, bar being poked in the chin.
Some fat women tried to steal an old mans pizza at Wallsend, then the old man punched one in the face, after calling them fat and ugly. I told them to leave him alone henceforth, and was subject to threats, which were somewhat along the way of betrayal of woman-kind.
I tried to ignore thier phonecalls by reading my new book, which is unfortuneatly some 1960s experiment in linguistics, thus hard to engage.
Anyway, i got off at cullie without incident. No wonder so many of my friends are bliddy agraphobic.

Haunted Head

Pricey

The times they are a-changin'

(Very, very slowly)
You join me in the midst of a snail paced mire of cleansing of houses, of putting things in storage, of homlessness, of anticipation of new houses, and attemptings to voyage and live out that fantasists cream dream of illusiveness and dissapointment we call Summer. What a palaver this is.

The good news stands as I am going to a nice looking festival in a nice looking place (Supernormal, Blaziers..or is it Braziers?) to make a bit of film and phot for a bang called Bong.
Do check em out here> www.myspace.com/landbong


that's all there's time for. here's >http://community.livejournal.com/baroque_art/56496.html a special treat if you like looking at narsty pictures, like this

SIgh a SIgh

DIGNITAS and ICARUS now have a significantly larger amount of my money than me.
Fighting the man sure is expensive, but I do it for you
yours, In dire straits again,
Wood