stacks

stacks of shirts.

or tables, that is not mine.

records with a red disc and black pen is permanent cock print.

If it's shit you don't have to do it shit too.

There's good crap and bad crap.

soap makes you think of the pooh smell.

I've been doing lots of things since the last blog and I can't remember the style of writing I last implemented. I want to read a novel to fall asleep to and make the pictures in my mind and tension.


I was waiting for a bus and the moment was quiet. There was a contracted cleaner. Sweep the grooves delicately. small brush and dustpan on a stick; he still had to lean over slightly. I thought it must be awkward for sweeping a long time, pains in back and all that.


I think the Ed man today likes words like I do and the lady on the bus saying Arcadian Gardens. I got a text from marco explaining the lady on a different bus while I was on the 121.

I want to write about the interactive because I remember a conversation me and keith and fiona and jennifer were present for and chris during my first year of university about the slides in the tate modern. Art that is diluted? due to it being interactive.? that being the feature detracting from any other issues surrounding a piece. I thought it was a part of it.. surely the artist considers this during the process of conceiving the object or experience.

I've been talking to some people occasionally on the internet. They often say things that are 'when are we gonna meet up?' I don't answer these and then find another one to talk to.

Gifts and time and value. these are things that are god for me.