The Importance Of Being Flat
First time I woke up today, I had a swollen belly, churning spitefully with acids, and was violently sick, twice.
Second time, I had no belly whatsoever. It must be the wheat.
I haven’t eaten any wheat for going on a fortnight. Everything is made of wheat. Certainly everything lunchy. I guess I lived on lunchy most of my life.
I can’t see today - my contacts fell out last night, and my glasses are broken, and the blutac that held them together just don’t seem to cut it anymore. I guess its pretty interesting, this whole guessing one’s way about thing. I am relying on instinct. Usually, my instinct is ace, but I guess it must stink sometime.
London, it has to be said, is prettly bleak, through the blur. But some things, even in the grubby dark of the pre-dawn, look beautiful. People spend their whole lives looking for clarity. I don’t know if its worth it.
Sounds lame. =(
January 26th, 2007 at 10:20 pm
We’ve had some fabulous skies by ours lately. Sunrise and sunset. Uplifting they may be but never a long term answer to your problems I suppose. However that doesn’t make me love them any less.
January 26th, 2007 at 10:43 pm
london’s beautiful, it makes you look harder to find beautiful things. if there’s good in somewhere like this then the world can’t be too bad
January 26th, 2007 at 11:25 pm
London really is a beautiful place. Get better mate.
January 27th, 2007 at 12:32 am
Oh yeah I think I’m going to record a track with Andy Milonakis. You know who that is right AK?
January 27th, 2007 at 3:26 am
have fun with it. look for auras. : )
K NH
January 27th, 2007 at 11:41 pm
you dont need contacts or glasses to see London as bleak and blurry sometimes
January 28th, 2007 at 5:00 pm
it is 2:37 here in cancada love the time change
February 1st, 2007 at 7:37 pm