I think I’d better just link you to this, then leave it at that!
Goodnight all. Sleep well, and let’s talk again sometime.
This rain was like music, but now it’s more like a bloody warzone out there. No wait, I went to the bathroom, there was an explosion in the sky that sounded like something out of a film, then it all stopped. A few flashes, a few rumbles, but the rain’s light now.
I guess I can only share my own taste, my favourite band of all time are The Strokes. I like rap music a lot, all different kinds - especially the more poetic stuff like MF Doom & others. Is this a hypothetical, or did you just gain your hearing? If so, that’s mad cool. I hope you’re enjoying it.
Can I not have all three? Kerouac for making me a writer, Ginsburg for making me a poet, Burroughs for making me question all of it. But seriously, if I had to pick at gunpoint, Kerouac and especially his later works.
I’d rather not lie to you, friend. I probably had two or three more pints then went home very slightly happier at my mild victory. You have to take the small ones, though, because you never know when they’ll be all you get!
It’s raining absolute spades now. Some of it’s coming in through my window onto my bed, but I’m allowing it to because it’s so enjoyable. I think rain might be the one thing I miss in summer - I love summer rain, because it cleans away all the heat and brings in something new. I’m almost afraid of how much it’s raining. I can actually see forked lightning bolts hitting the ground, but the thunder’s gap is still pretty large so it must be far away. What a storm. England is not used to nature battling her like this.
abstract things like feelings and beliefs… should never ever be written about directly, because you can never get them to sound on paper as sincere and real as they sound in your head. I like to run rings around the abstract;
I like to say
The house I grew up in was four walls and a door.
rather than say
I do not have strong feelings about the house I grew up in.
Random example but all I could think of. Ok, it’s definitely raining now, so I might try to sleep in a bit. I like to try to catch the rain when I sleep. Then again, answering all of these questions is letting my mind run freer than it has in a long time. I’m trying, as best I can, to not think about what i’m writing and get it from my head to you.
i think a large % of your life will inevitably be spent searching for happiness. i’m not about the cheat codes, man, there’s something better about the real and shit than the fake and great.
keep the questions rolllling in, this could be a long one
yes! If you click on my blog name you can see it bigger???
It’s taken from the 2012 olympics so i probably should update it with a new picture, but I look quite nice there and now i’m older and rarely take pictures of myself/have pictures taken. to be honest, i think that picture made me look older two years ago so now it just looks like me at the moment
i’m probably the most unphotogenic man alive and i look different in every single picture of myself that i’ve ever seen. i have an inconsistent face, which would probably make me a good spy.
I usually have two weetabix and then absolutely cover them in sugar. I like the flavour of sugar more than I like sugary food, if that makes sense. rarely do I want to eat a chocolate bar, but if you put a bowl of sugar cubes infront of me I won’t be able to avoid popping a couple. white or brown, i don’t discriminate wiht my sugar yo. brown in coffee, though.
when i’m hung over, it’s got to be full english with a pint of coke!
w0lf-winds said: Where are you going to be in the US? (: Sounds exciting and chill.
I’m gunna tour all around really. NYC, San fran, rest of cali, portland, texas, i’m gunna see all the bits i’ve never seen before. The american dream (for me) is to go forth and discover, forget everything I learnt at uni and think in new and exciting ways about writing, philosophy, politics, etc
the best one, naturally, if there is going to be a best one. the writing I thought was best two years ago makes me wonder who that person was. we’re a lot of people throughout our lives, I suppose, and I think that’s shown in all our communication. When you read old letters, emails, even just posts on facebook or other sites, you might struggle if you’re like me to understand who it was who wrote that. Keep moving forward, that’s what I tell myself all the time, because there’s no other way to go really
a book would be nice, even if I just read an article saying how pointless it is to write a book. sad, really.
The sky’s violent red, and whenever the lightning flashes I can see every cloud outlined against the sky. When the roar of thunder finishes, all I can hear is the slowly-rotating fan out in the hallway. The air tastes like a mix of my night-sweat and wet stormy air. It might rain, and if it does, then I’ll certainly be able to sleep.
genuinely I am as interesting and uninteresting as anyone else. when people ask me that sort of thing, I always end up thinking ‘well, nothing so interesting that a hundred other people can’t say the same.’ I suppose at the moment what’s most interesting about me is that I’m going to go live in the USA for a few months and hopefully be some kind of bum-out cool writer guy for a while before i need to get a job again. fingers crossed that works out for me! and yeah, sure we can be friends.
there’s a huge lightning storm going on outside my window and i’m wondering if it’s going to rain. the sky looks incredible, the whole damn thing is lighting up in three or four flashes at once. what a thing to stay up and watch as you write things about your weird life to people you’ll never meet
I wonder if people think I don’t reply to inboxes because I occassionally sweep through and delete all non-writing from this blog? let’s keep talking, I wanna talk right now
My old ghosts
in a diaspora
of states of mind;
none quite within grasp.
I know I’m not
feeling it yet,
not feeling it, yet
scarcity’s an illusion
the body’s way of dealing
with hot white fear.
Muddle along little boy
like you always do,
plastering the cracks behind
opening them ahead.