my turntable died. about twelve hrs ago. of course i am upset. mix tape making will therefore come to a halt. unless you do not mind cds and other tapes. all apologies.

last song heard on vinyl :
wednesday morning 3am by nineteeneightyfour.

if anyone has book recommendations, do not hesitate to contact me at all. or as *you* always used to say, "write for whatever reason".

thank you.

: avalanche. avalanche. avalanche. walls caving in. kittens running around in circles. ducklings running wild. girls holding flowers falling from the stage. distant relatives overly concerned with jobs and status. internet cafe run by old hippies. blue screens. blue screens. swing music and ...:

the sun barged in. and eyes refused to shut.

: forced to take the same bus as the manchester united football team.:

that is not good.

sound = i, robot side of i,robot/cable car theory 7".
(the best sunday morning music i can come up with.)

and for that two hour span,

: i went to a wedding and all the bridesmaids were dressed in a different theme. sportybridesmaid was the last to arrive. how unfortunate. as they left the ceremony, they played bs2000. i remember. it was 'sick for a reason'. everyone was bopping their hair. before the wedding, i bumped into a classmate from primary school. she looked about 72. flab everywhere. "love cancer". after the wedding, i met my parents and asked about love cancer. they said it was something to do with elephants.

either before or after all that, i was supposed to buy a tennis grip but the store had turned into a tennis court. lots of siamese twins. also, i found myself in a food court where all they ever sold was octopus. :

yeah.

an average of 4 to 5 hours of sleep daily equals split second images abstracted from the day before. twisted into different shapes and sizes. blended into varying colours and temperatures. served on a cold plate together with forks and knives and dessert spoons. hence weakening the batteries of the brain. both sides. but usually more to the left. throb throb throb.

: (a) was brought to a hospital. she walked in. i sat outside. it turned into an animal clinic. but they were all white poodles. i continued to sit and flip through fashion magazines. all issued in 1988.
(b)there was a gig in my house. everyone came. set up their equipments. and once the sound was perfect, they dismantled everything. thanked me and left. :

sound = mouse on mars, john zorn/naked city.
compact discs and cassette tapes respectively.

: the picture was split into three. (i)talking to skelly and pierce. - their voices were rather clear and they're still in my head as we speak. (ii)i am in a room. supposedly my bedroom. sitting by a huge open tank that is in the middle of the floor. waiting for someone to bring me a turtle. finally he comes. i can't see his face. just his body and hands. he takes out a small wooden box and unwraps the plastic and out comes a brown lizard. although it looks more like a stuffed lizard. places it into the water and it comes to life. this was the supposed turtle. in the tank was also a zebra striped fish. (iii)in the airport. waiting for a lady to put on her shoes. while she constantly rattles about flying to canada and london and how tired she'll be. :

sound = silkworm 'couldn't you wait' (accoustic)
[what's up matador 2xcd compilation]

the kids are playing fireworks. at 2am. it's no surprise.
but i need to sleep. i do.
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flashbacks. keep on flashing. distant memories become clear.
upsetting. but it is inevitable.
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it is important to acknowledge your existence.
and not take things for granted.
do not take life for granted.
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always experiment. do not fear change.
that's what separates us from animals.

: the colours were black, grey and white. and we were there again. but this time in separate rooms. malcolm was ill, i think. i can't remember. it was just odd. how the roles were reverse. i kept folding his clothes over and over. the next thing i was waiting for a bus and i got on the wrong one and met kids from high school. and they looked exactly the same as how they looked then. and they were in uniform too. everyone alighted at the same stop and i did the same because i did not want to be left alone. a girl, who i am not familiar with, was about to bring me somewhere but i got wary and attempted to run. which brings us back to doe... white, grey, black. and him. :

sound = kings of convenience mix tape courtesy of kd.

: end of the world. i am on a cliff. with a girl. grey clouds are swirling above us. a bomb is a few metres away. someone is about to pull the trigger. next. my mother is worried. very worried. and i can't say anything. next. i sneak into a kid's house. and we experiment with designer drugs and perform sexual rituals on his double decker bed. next. me and kid are having coffee with britney spears. she wants to have her photo taken with me. next. :

the alarm clock rings. damn.

greysweater is back but it looks horrid.
changes will be made in the next few hours or so.
a chance to rescue gryskreen.

sound = the last forty seconds lp
(although, mine is on black vinyl and not baby blue.)

: deller sent a letter. written on pink paper folded six times so there would be six pages. no memory of what the letter was about but enclosed was a faded black and white photobooth picture of belle and sebastian. when they were six years old. deller also wrote in a funny way. not funny hahah. just that his words were randomly all over the page. diagonally, in squares, in circles. went back to my old apartment on toorak road in melbourne. and as i was going down the stairs i saw two stripey cats that looked a bit like mog and boris. about to put my shoes on, i was then transported into a shopping mall. shopping mall turns into a kitchen into a school into an open air garden and some kid had invented the time machine or rather, a washing machine. :

: 1.yet another episode of attempting to fall from a skyhigh building but i didn't. 2.takeshi kitano demonstrating something i cannot remember. (this is due to viewing kikujiro the night before.) 3.went to a trade fair. where cash was not valid and only barter trade was accepted. (hence the word "trade") a girl of probably aged eleven who i do not recognize was desperately trying to exchange her pet shark for a tiny frog. she then proceeded to pull the skeleton of the shark via its mouth by holding & squeezing the jaw. she still didn't get the frog. 4.clone of lulu. 2 lulus came up to me and i was confused as to which was the real cat. they both stroked their faces against my right palm and when i said "lulu, come here", they both meowed with the same big green eyed look. it was kinda scary. :

woke up with a sore throat.
and mouthing the words "boxes. takeshi. trade fair."

today:
1. too much consumption of prednisolone tablets.
2. rearranged(ing) records.
demand for a list if you are in mix tape making mode.
3. purchase of vonnegut's cat's cradle. now page 27.

sound:
the children next door doing renditions of combatwoundedveteran.

"afternoon dreams don't count."

so fuckin' what.

: the other day i was supposed to deliver a huge wooden chest full of money to the man who lived upstairs in room 302. the moment i placed the chest on the floor, a huge gust of wind slapped me down the stairs, papers flying everywhere, candles burning and the likes. (almost akin to a scene in lord of the rings - fellowship of the ring. almost.) :

onto other things : envy.nu has deleted my account.
" If you are confident that you are using the correct username and password your site may have been deleted for violation of the terms of service. No Sites Used Primarily For Storage of Pictures or Files No Adult Sites (Porn) No MP3's No Warez or Illegal/Copy Protected Files No Sites Exploiting Children Under 18 Including Modeling Sites"

awesome. for those who are familiar with greysweater, i'm sorry you can no longer view those sassy pictures of lulu. the cat. next time, maybe. now i have to set up a new page for greyskreen. another scribble? perhaps not. perhaps yes. perhaps and maybes.

sound : godspeed you black emperor 'slow riot for new zero kanada' ep

: all i remembered was hopping on a plane and going to london. after 10 mins of scurrying around the city, everything else started to look like singapore. dad was there. and so were some icky bean kids who i didn't fancy too much. the public phones looked really strange but you could check your home phone messages via that and a robotic sounding lady. :

i'm sure there were more events leading that but lulu was hungry and bit my hair and meowed.

: kept visioning talking heads in glass bottles. something about being in a big black box car and travelling from one place to another without actually reaching the destination.everyone was in it. almost, everyone. :

possibly affected by too many episodes of futurama and the listening of clikatat ikatowi live 6 1/2 hours ago.

: went to a website that offered the locust cursors.
of course i woke up before it was downloaded. :

updates : greydays.

sound = 'we didn't have knees in those days' mix tape courtesy of adm.