Friday, July 22, 2005

Patchwork

Have I ever wanted something so pure? Like blood… that’s pure.
Shit is, what shit does
We hate shit but we need it…
And that’s what its all about I suppose, I wonder where all the love goes?
Runs away or fades
Last night I decided I would go to Kats.
At about 10 O’ Clock I went to the underground station, I felt like a tramp.
It was straight after work, my hands were dirty I felt all hot and maybe even sweaty, my shoes have holes in and have done fore months, my jeans are ripped and I haven’t shaved for a while. I sat slouched on a bench whilst theatre goes crowded around me, I actually felt like a tramp, but I kind of liked it. When the train came 30 minutes later I got on and hoped there would be no trouble… there wasn’t and I surprised her. Now im sat here listening to Tindersticks... its nice.
Anyway today I travelled from Meols to Whiston all alone and feeling down still, it feels like my enthusiasm for art has gone, ever since I have been banned from Deviant Art it feels like there’s no point in creating little pictures of collages or stuff. I feel like I should be doing something musical not visually artistic.
Feeling this, I should probably act upon it, but I wont… I never do.

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