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[18 Nov 2004|09:07am] |
A world apart, but both sitting in a bar at the end of the day.
At my end, was a Bell and a Stoney. Systematic consumption of alcohol, conversation about schooling. And attempts to distract ourselves from a yawningly empty pub, with a football match.
What a waste of time. Watching that was a bit like throwing stones at a shop dummy.
Found myself home again, after a stumbling walk...
No Beanie, you definately weren't alone.
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[18 Nov 2004|09:51am] |
Grey Day. The work will be hard but I will be at peace, under the golden skies and the listless calm drifting through between the two kitchen doors at two thirty.
I long to tire myself in a different fashion.
The morning here is without light other than a white sky, a weaving of cloud together. I want to get clean and put on my slimline clothing as such to aid swiftness.
I'm thinking a vole outfit.
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[18 Nov 2004|10:45am] |
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Searching for friends - Final Fantasy VI - Nobou Uematsu |
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Battling against a tired yawning frustration with some epic world straddling fantasy music...this one's all about scouring the planet for lost comrades. It's one of my favourites actually. It plays during the latter stages in this particular game, as you fly under a golden sun in the glow of a world changed.
Like that kind of stuff very much.
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[18 Nov 2004|11:19am] |
Have my hair down this morning.....at full length (at the back and neck area...) it reaches the base of my neck...almost to my shoulder blades.
Yes....it's kicking off again. I love the way it's starting to straighten out slightly....
That is your lot this morning. I have nothing more to tempt you. What? You want a puppet show or something? How about Sammy stabs the spider?
Now get out!
Bye for now.
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[18 Nov 2004|05:34pm] |
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Here I am, later than usual. No matter how well my work goes, you can always bet that at some point OAP specials Thursday will fuck me right over.
And it did. Actual numbers were reasonably manageable. The annoyance came when washing up came in late, and many coffee cups too. Little buggers...loads of them, meaning I had to keep the dishwasher on, and that takes time to empty once I have finished with it.
I've also haplessly deleted an e-mail I wanted desperately to read. For fuck's sake.
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[18 Nov 2004|05:42pm] |
Detail...emotion...being able to paint the scenes I walk. I wish to be able to do this more, but lately i've been skitting over events.
This is no good at all readers....is it? No. No it's not.
Today the dimness began earlier, as we slung the kitchen door open, and tied it to the metal shelving. The rain was little more than a mist, and Dee noted the "dreadful day", as I simply smiled to myself about it, remembering the times i've walked it with my leaky trainers, watching the golden streetlamps bouncing off of cars and pavements, wet with shimmering rainy reflections.
There's a little part of today. If only I could embellish more in detail. My arms and fingers are much too listless to at the moment. I need an "emergency".
Yes.
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[18 Nov 2004|05:48pm] |
Paul 'Cunt' 'o' Grady seems to think that bawling in a scratchy northern voice in an increasingly strained and mockingly angered manner is funnier every time he does it.
Actually Paul, it's not. It's as amusing as having a frozen turd placed on your head, and to have that slowly thawing throughout the day.
In a crowd.
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[18 Nov 2004|05:51pm] |
You know, on the plus side; my work has been good lately. You'd be hard pressed to find a cleaner caterer's kitchen in Kent. Since modifying my floor technique it has looked better than ever.
If only I wasn't so annoyed with work I could appreciate it more.
I'm getting slightly fed up now with the abrupt opening of the door behind me and having my chair banged into with a carpet sweeper.
Riled.
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[18 Nov 2004|06:25pm] |
If you can guess what the hell that quote of mine from last night means....good luck to you. I would also say that if I get that fucking asteroid belt putting it's filthy arms around my cosmos, i'll punch it outta the solar system.
Now then. Imagined earlier what children's art show "Smart" would be like if it were presented by angry drunks:
"Yeah....thanks for sending those in...great pictures...sadly we can't send any of them back...because we took them to the pub last night, got absolutely wankered and used all your pictures as beer coasters, vomited on them, and stuffed them into the fruit machine. The landlord wasn't happy, but it was a fucking victory for us!"
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| Cheapening the art. |
[18 Nov 2004|06:37pm] |
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"Yes...we have some lovely pictures here...first up is this one of a chimp...by Miles...aged 9, ....and....hang on.....oi, Miles! If you're watching....in exactly whose fucking world does the average ape have a pair of waterskis? Eh? Fucking hell. Fuck."
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[18 Nov 2004|06:41pm] |
"Yes....let's hope the next lot are better...if not i'm going to be seriously angry.....you see people.....you're not listening! ARE YOU? Essentially the quality of art is not too bad, but the fucking inconsistencies. Daddy does not have a car made of clouds. Badgers don't read....generally....Jupiter is composed almost entirely of various kinds of gas, it is not a FUCKING giant conker on a string.
Get with it people....you're nearly double figure ages now..."
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| Cheapening the art.... |
[18 Nov 2004|06:43pm] |
"You see.....this is what i'm talking about....Lisa....this is yours I think.....age....8.are you watching this? I damn well hope so! Look at this deshevelled miscreant of a picture....you've got kind of the right idea....it's a house....there's the sun..he's got a face...we can nearly forgive that...but look at the fucking SUBSIDENCE! This house is sinking into the ground. Did you even stop to THINK about the foundations? The damp? Where's the supporting beams for that door? I won't even MENTION the fact that the windows are more crooked than a Borstal prison officer.
GOD! Right, to make an example and show the REST OF YOU....i'm burning your picture, Lisa...LOOK LISA! Look at the flames! Watch your beloved work go up in the flame's of a children's tv presenter's rage! LEARN! LEARN! LEARN!"
It's just not the same these days.
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[18 Nov 2004|07:03pm] |
I've got to go. I have a shower to run. Well...a poxy little attatchment that leaks like a cow's piss udders all over the taps.
Nine booked. I shall not be making much effort tonight. The washer upper octopus will only use two of his limbs.
Bye.
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