*at a million miles an hour*

so this is it. i will be leaving the house in ten hours.
destination: saudi arabia.

the walk in the park in the morning was pretty.
music in ears: christie front drive
note to self: cfd = good for walking, bad for driving.
(if you are the driver, i.e.)

write me if you want to. for whatever reason.

take care all.

xox

: meeting up with blur. and their latest single is called 'dance, dance, dance'. perhaps they are heavily influenced by haruki murakami. or perhaps not. the same people keep re-curring every now and then. and paranoia is getting the better of me. :

two more days. two more days i tell you.
and i am so out of here.

sound : watercolour 'american worries'
(they sound like rem! and i love it!)
thanks to mr malcolm for the hush hush 'music for headphones' mixtape!

: of twins and 1960's revolutions. had to give a speech at a demonstration while the 'pigs' were at it. and a series of madhouse incidents coupled by murders. and documentaries and teachers from many moons ago. i was forced to read a few books and memorize them but i was not bothered and ripped each page out one by one. :

i hate people.

sound : damn dirty apes, city of caterpillar, i,robot...

: was in norwich and buying xxxmas presents. got a tiny singing gnome the size of my thumb. (mind you, i do not have a very big thumb.) then i saw this woman and her kids stealing donuts. that was kinda weird. this was in a different city now, i am not sure where. had to attend a meeting somewhere and before that i went to their 7-11, and had the weirdest sandwich. the conference was kinda odd. they were distributing packets of candy. suddenly i was running and i went into this restaurant and hid behind the white curtains. but they found me. nothing happened. then i'm in a car. travelling through another city. which is almost dark and gothic...water surrounding everywhere. people were jet skiing and there were the best dvd shops ever. it was supposed to a town in malaysia but the taxi driver or the person who drove us was mumbling something. into sportsgirl and i met one of my lecturers. she showed me a photo of her modelling for sportsgirl. i didn't know what to say...:

the previous night (from 3am-5am):
: grandmother was talking about marriage. i was screaming my head off. there were two kittens flying from window to window. and moments later they transformed into children. it was kinda scary. :

just one more day to go and my mind will be out of this institution.
hell yeah.

sound: evergreen discography cd-r

: went to rome. that looked like 19th century paris from the hotel balcony. and 20th century italy when you were in town. very odd. very strange. insisted i bought souvenirs of the city. they only had porcelain flowers and creatures. then i stumbled onto the weirdest carviar and crisps. and that was what i bought. hotel room scene and i managed to unplug the phone line and hook it up to this super slim monitor and keyboard and access the w-w-w. more things happened along the way...but i do not remember and i am not bothered. :

sound : harriet the spy 'unfuckwithable' cd

*he* has dreams (09.10).

"...i had a strange dream. you were living in norwich but for some reason i was never able to meet up with you because you were always busy or just didn't want to, then eventually you agreed to let me come and visit some time. when i got to where you lived (i think it was like a single floor or single room in a flat or something) there were other people there that you were talking to and i was just hanging around waiting and was feeling miserable and eventually after a couple of hours i was gonna leave but then all the other people went. so we went for a walk around norwich in the dusk to talk, going arm in arm. you were taller for some reason! it was odd. you were wearing this long overcoat and seemed really weary and worn down with all those people who came round the house relying on you for things. strange dream..."

telepathy at its finest.
mix tape - literary action at its peak.

sound:
christie front drive - 'stereo' cd + split 10" with boy's life + 'bag' (no idea 2xlp comp.)

"...and i will never forget..."

: of old school sailors and faraway distant lands and journeys. :
*it has a meaning.

:: in search of some class in a dimly lit mall. and the only ones available were computer accounting, languages, mythology, astrology and how to judge your diamonds. lots of wonderful cafes on the ground floor and i was more than overwhelmed. met a south african kid i used to know from a year ago in the grocery store and he was checking out baked beans. ::
* i strongly believe this has no meaning.

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the funeral this morning was a beautiful one.
i hope you are resting well, grandmother dearest.
"...from YOU i come, to YOU i return..."

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sound : arroyo secco 'last'