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demon mr. wendy kitty

This is the kinda shit I have to deal with

La la la

Summer is great. I don't have a job so I've been doing things like sitting around counting atoms and tiles and flowers and stuff. I like doing nothing. Yesterday was a good day. I drove to Leeds (in about ten minutes because I am great) to do a quick ciggie run (can't find anywhere that sells djarums here) and pick up all my long lost notes from last semester in preparation for RESITS! I feel good about resits. Like, whatever. You should LOVE YOUR COURSE, an I really do, but it's not the end of life as we know it if you mess up one exam (yeah?!). Anyways it was a good day. Found this old cd in the depths of the glove compartment that is just TOTALLY summer 09 and it was funny screaming the words and flirting with the other drivers on the M62 (a little goes a long way - I still insist it was my sweet nature that got us into the 'full' delamere camping site). Then I went to a friends house and got too drunk to drive home so woke up this morning in his brother's basement room with a Bekantha Moon Pantha half naked next to me and I tried to snuggle with her but then I remembered that she hates that (so mean) so I just thought about how glad I am to be in this life in this time wearing this jumper with this matching nail varnish. It was a drive the long way home because you love the song on the radio and tell all your friends you really really really love them kind of couple of days.

I am 7,469 days old

shout;

It's been a surreal couple of days. Maybe it's the fault of too much sun or the full moon or something. Big questions floating around in the garden, in bed, in the little alley that is a shortcut from the park to liverpool college. There seem to be loads of questions especially in that alley that just hover like a horrible smoke and whenever you walk down there you have to address them. Praps the questions are being prompted by the black crow that has been following me for the past couple of months, LITERALLY. I am not being dramatic, it is still haunting me. Every time I see him (deffo a him) he may as well flick my ear and say WHAT ARE YOU DOING? because that is the effect he has. And it's been going on for a while. So when I was innocently stumbling and I got onto this artist, the creepy crow in the first picture gave me a little shiver. That's all this crow is: a shiver waiting for a spine to run up. And he always gets mine.

Pictures by. Alessandro Gottardo, who also gets referred to as Shout, which I kind of like, because these pictures are so dreeeeamy and, well, quiet in the beginning and then you see all the little gems of sneaky meaning. It's totally deep man. Maybe a modern surrealist? OOH maybe. 

"'One day maybe I Will Say Things That Are Truly worth listening to, I Will Say Things That Belong to me only, and There Will Be No Other Way to Listen to Them EXCEPT looking."

Also can I just add it's very sneaky for StumbleUpon to link you to ebay/amazon products because before you know it you're buying fucking history textbooks when you don't do history. Sneaky McSneakerson.