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go on… if you think you can pronounce it… record yourself and send it through and I’ll laugh at your attempt. If you get it right I’ll buy you a six-pack next time we catch up!!!

I was working with text the other month and came up with the word
‘INRON’. It reminded me of German Industrial aesthetic. I tried to
capture this aesthetic and made it into a train station name with some
clipart symbolism which runs the theme a little.

a still night
a small fright
will you be there
through this moonlight?

I woke up this morning to realise that I had lost myself. Fuck. I said to myself I wouldn’t loose my self again and then just went and did it. Fuck. Now I’m pissed off and want to get pissed. Fuck Fuck Fuck. It’s strange to feel this feeling of not being really here, to be in some fantasy chemical world of bubbles and heart opening light tingles. Left brain thinking not the ruler of this roost at the moment hey? Too bad for my previous eighteen months of self realisation and effective self preservation. Keep away from me, I don’t know what you will do to me if I lend myself to you!!!! You might take what you want and dump the rest. Fuck. Now I am really starting to loose it/myself. Arms, feet, toes, tummy, … Where are you now? Where am I now?

It’s just all too much hedonistic crap for me at the moment. What are the clouds saying at the moment. It may be time to work on that getting pissed thing!!!

I was reading the headlines on RealitySandwhich the other day and thought to myself, “fuck I am sick of this self worship shamanistic crap!” All this studying feelings and thoughts and how we fit into this and fit out of that and what is the right and possible ways of gathering a centred co-creative expansiveness beyond the confines of expressionistic neo-newage symantic shit-fuckism? Cum on the face of Jesus and but-plug the hindu gods, I say! It’s all worth naught up ya heap if we aint got nothing to keep.

about the form of a female human body… the ability of geometric shape and ideas to alter my body chemistry is astounding and implies more than post modern femo-nazi rhetoric embedded in a culture of lostness has to offer as response. Shape, colour, form and soul combine to bridge a chasm in me to something primitive and driven by forces that well up from I know not where. Inside my body I have a universe, and every now and again I find another part of it and share it in the spirit of vunerability and abandonment. Vibrations caught within me for such a long time rattle loose to the surface and dance on the edges of my skin untill they jump to the other, infusing myself past my body, in too, deep resonance on the edge of perception growls from a past that exisits out of time.