tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61651132011-04-22T02:45:39.180+01:00for a modern home and cheap electricity streamlined functional neat simplicity put yourself on the slum clearance list dial a dialectical materialist find out what your net potential is get married to an existentialist don't doubt your own identity dress down to a cool anonymity the pierre cardin line to infinity clothes to climb the meritocracy the new age of benevolent bureaucracyAlanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17980308244937030804noreply@blogger.comBlogger3981100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165113.post-1152005208116151382006-07-04T10:26:00.000+01:002006-09-17T10:17:15.740+01:00

So I wake up this morning slouched on myfoam futon gawking up at the wallpapering I had done the day previous. I hear aclamour at the front door and the dog bark; it must be post. For some bizarre reason I strangelyexpecting something, so I got out of bed and went down stairs to collect the post. There was aletter for my Dad, the periodical Sky TV guide that no one ever opens, an early 21st

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I dreamt last night that I was somewhere with my infuriating school time bully. How he would intimidate me and threaten me. But times have changed and I have long left the situation in which he’d bully me. Now he plagues my dreams or nightmares as it were, skulking in here, creeping in there. I dreamt he was still bullying me yet he could not touch me as I had developed into a better person,

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I’d many dreams last night but the one that sticks to mind is one about a middle aged woman who was what some might consider, a sexy mature lady. She was curvaceous and a brunetteFor some reason I was drawn towards her, I kissed her and all things like that. She offered to take me back to her place, I agreed. First she’d make me meet her husband.I was shocked she was doing this, she took me to

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Last night I dreamt I went back in time back to my year 8, I still looked how I did now, I had glasses and a beard.Nobody knew who I was, the lives of people who were there were different I guessed that was because their families had changed, for example a boy Craig was not calling Craig Billington, he was called something else, looks like his mum got with someone else.There was a girl who was

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I’m changing and I don’t know how or why.My hair is growing weirdly; I have no crown or parting its just growing.My eyes are growing smaller, they are already small but they are just getting narrower, that Asian appeal.My face is no longer like my face; everything seems a little more to my left side.My teeth have cracks in them? So it looks like I have even more teeth than needed.I’ve still got

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For weeks now, even months I have lived with a lump on my eye,. Nobody really knew what the lump was, nobody really know how it felt, seems as a lot of people have been asking about it recently I shall tell ye the story of the lump on ones eye.One day I woke up and there was a small lump under my eye, it felt like I had a small thing under my eyelid, an oversized breadcrumb or something to that

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Today I witnessed something that is probably something all people from my generation are used to seeing now. As I walked slowly back from the train station in ye’ olde Whiston, three fat kids stand loitering the alleyway; one on a bike 2 eating. One of the kids, a small chubby kid with an appetite for almost anything he could get his hands on stood their with the look of repugnance on his face

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ONETWOTHREEComment about this on my space.

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Last night I had a dream that I met a very very old friend. Samantha RoscoeI haven’t seen her for 9 years.I dreamt she was Dan Taylor’s girlfriend. And we were at some big art gallery/reunion.  We went to see a film, of course Walker, Mark Attwood, Stephen Scothern and Mark Jones appeared in my dream once again.I always dream of these people, which is weird because I never think of them.

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this is for my group exhibition ... Come and see it if you can

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Went to bed last night bleeding and I wake up…I’m bleeding. My leg is bleeding and my side is bleeding, there’s bloody on the bed and on my clothes.  I don’t know when or how I cut myself but I did.  I’ve done my essay now, 5906 words its only meant to be 3000, My body is breaking down… I’m bleeding, I’m still get headaches, my nose is blocked, my eyes have stones behind them, my teeth are

Alanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17980308244937030804noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165113.post-1138494607025891922006-01-29T00:28:00.000Z2006-01-29T00:30:07.036Z

Have just been listening to Ricky Gervais’s podcast, there’s a few of them, I don’t know which one it was… but anyway, its him, Stephen merchant and Karl Pilkington.They were reading Karl’s diary and its possibly one of the funniest things ever, I laughed so much I nearly coughed up my stomach… If you can, try and listen to it…Its been a while since I’ve posted anything on here, but listening to

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Leave a Comment ¦ Comment about this on myspace.

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Alanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17980308244937030804noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165113.post-1128902833977068572005-10-10T01:06:00.000+01:002005-10-17T12:57:13.330+01:00

kinda of,, but not exactly how i planned it, it all comes with baggage, baggage i dont want, nothing to do with anyone else really...

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Alanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17980308244937030804noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165113.post-1128506823236303152005-10-05T11:07:00.000+01:002005-10-05T11:07:03.240+01:00

Today I have achieved absolutely ‘nout in just stepping out of the house I’ve lost out

Alanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17980308244937030804noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165113.post-1127855232501614052005-09-27T22:05:00.000+01:002005-10-05T13:51:26.653+01:00

This is all the time, here, there, everywhere. Its like competitiveness but in a higher degree.Now, certain people care about it, certain people don’t…. and I don’t have a clue… just like you.I don’t want to do graphic design, its bollocks…complete bollocks, everything about it.. its just so…….. shit.I have a new tutor mark scargill, he’s ok, Hes quite funny but sometimes i think he can be a

Alanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17980308244937030804noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165113.post-1125052042400171562005-08-26T11:21:00.000+01:002005-08-26T11:27:22.406+01:00

Last night I dreamt that I was present for when The Coral received their contract for the first album, they were so happy and they celebrated by going to Sayers on Bold Street. They aren’t all friends though, some celebrated in different groups... We lost Duffy. I have been dreaming lots recently.Here is just a list of things I’ve dreamt about in the past week.Black Men stabbing meWaking up

Alanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17980308244937030804noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165113.post-1123542950190738892005-08-09T00:08:00.000+01:002005-08-09T00:15:50.196+01:00

Today I was in work, The Royal Mail.There is a conveyer belt that you put letters on, however at this conveyer belt is where all the mail from post boxes come from… So when people put rubbish in the post box, I have to sort it, when people put nice things in, I get them.I got a bit of both today.Firstly there was a stone, almost a small rock. Because Royal mail is a very boring place and a

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I dreamt last night a friend and I killed 2 people. We shot them, It was in school, it was nothing like a columbine thing. I can’t remember why we did it, but we did. Then I had to get rid of the bodies, I put them into see through plastic bags, however when I did this they bodies were like half the size they normally were. I didn’t know where to take it, I was walking past teachers hiding the

Alanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17980308244937030804noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165113.post-1122729545000335322005-07-30T14:18:00.000+01:002005-07-30T14:27:56.950+01:00

niwtxehpa

Alanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17980308244937030804noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165113.post-1122331338070020602005-07-25T23:41:00.000+01:002005-07-25T23:42:18.076+01:00

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth...actaully nevermind. I suppose you wont understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded. But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked…You are not as fat as you imagine. Don’t worry about the future; or

Alanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17980308244937030804noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165113.post-1122330559410374082005-07-25T23:25:00.000+01:002005-07-25T23:29:19.416+01:00

Its about half eleven right now, I’ve just got in from Richards house.I exchanged CD Compilations, I made three with fully included artwork, my artwork isn’t very good I don’t think but oh well.I spent the weekend with Kat, which had its ups and downs, like most things though I suppose.I’ve been listening to Busdriver a lot recently, and just not I’m listening to Kid Carpet, its pretty rubbish

Alanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17980308244937030804noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165113.post-1122070641167324352005-07-22T23:15:00.000+01:002005-07-22T23:17:21.173+01:00

Have I ever wanted something so pure? Like blood… that’s pure. Shit is, what shit doesWe 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 fadesLast 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

Alanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17980308244937030804noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165113.post-1121737844105801842005-07-19T02:47:00.000+01:002005-07-19T02:50:44.110+01:00

Today I woke up and found that I have been completely banned from deviant art .com.I cannot add a single piece of art to it, nor can I view a single piece of older art that I had created. My entire 2 years on Deviant art has been deleted, and its actually quite saddening. I feel like I’ve lost a certain… part of me that was quite admired. But there’s not much I can do about it. I could plan an

Alanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17980308244937030804noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165113.post-1119559086937513132005-06-23T21:37:00.000+01:002005-06-23T21:38:06.943+01:00

And I’ve been awake for ages when I occasionally fall into a short sleep I have the weirdest dreams ever. At the moment, I have septic tonsillitis… I don’t quite know the difference but there is apparently, I have headaches, sore bones, fevers, sore throat, and swollen glands. It hurts so much, I’m sure I’ve had tonsillitis before, and its never hurt this much, I can’t sleep because of

Alanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17980308244937030804noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165113.post-1115395136768094222005-05-06T16:58:00.000+01:002005-05-06T16:58:56.773+01:00

Yesterday I threw a bruised apple of my window for the squirrels to eat.Today 2 boys, about my age, played football with that very apple. Kicking it to one and another, obstructing each other from it, ‘dribbling’ it, running with it, throwing it. It made them really happy.That wouldn’t of happened if I didn’t throw it out yesterdayGuestbook

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You said I’d start that rigmarole when I started university, I called you a liar but how right you were.Early mornings, radio waves, dead drunk. alone on the train from there, wishing I hadn’t been, been there with you.Mr Murphy came over and asked. "What the heck's going on?"And both of us, began to throw up. All over the photos, on the table.I’d spilled my Pepsi. and she was, she was laying on

Alanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17980308244937030804noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165113.post-1113903172659000052005-04-19T10:27:00.000+01:002005-04-19T10:34:45.550+01:00

and because its been a while, i'll wait for you, cus theres somthing you need what could it be? maybe its me? I never thought it'd be like this nor end like this. how come you shine like a star? a million miles from me this time you'll wipe your mouth the birds will fly to me... feed you mind have some words feed you mind have some words feed you mind have some words fed yo mid hae soe wods fd

Alanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17980308244937030804noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165113.post-1112643270131428542005-04-04T20:32:00.000+01:002005-04-04T20:34:30.133+01:00

Its fucking university, it’s the course more than anything, I spend fucking hours and hours making sure things are right in the course that I don’t even want to do.Graphic Design, its great and educational and everything, but I don’t want to be a graphic designer. I wish I did fine art instead, fine art was better open, you used your mind not your brain, if you understand what I’m saying.It was

Alanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17980308244937030804noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165113.post-1112357820924784482005-04-01T13:16:00.000+01:002005-04-01T13:17:00.926+01:00

I have those university bluesGuestbook

Alanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17980308244937030804noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165113.post-1112180931638683002005-03-29T01:29:00.000+01:002005-03-30T12:08:51.643+01:00

I’m half asleep at the moment, I had the sudden urge to get the laptop and start writing something in bed….My minds a bit of a shit at the moment…I had a huge argument with someone in le bateau over something, thinking back it was rather quite stupid…That was my Saturday night, went out, danced got drunk etc etc etcI like dancing I always get complimented for it, one of the few things I can do

Alanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17980308244937030804noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165113.post-1112180802677171072005-03-29T01:28:00.000+01:002005-03-30T12:06:42.680+01:00

I’m half asleep at the moment, I had the sudden urge to get the laptop and start writing something in bed….My minds a bit of a shit at the moment…I had a huge argument with someone in le bateau over something, thinking back it was rather quite stupid…That was my Saturday night, went out, danced got drunk etc etc etcI like dancing I always get complimented for it, one of the few things I can do

Alanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17980308244937030804noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165113.post-1111746080971524182005-03-25T10:19:00.000Z2005-03-25T10:21:20.976Z

It’s been a long time….Well it feels like a long time its only been like 10 days or something….“LIFE!, OH Life oooh Liiiiife oh life do do do do”Life isn’t great at the moment; things don’t seem to be coming or going just staying.Just stuck, not moving, in limbo, tranquil.And that’s shit. I don’t know why its shit but its annoying me either way.I dreamt the other day I was cutting my finger

Alanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17980308244937030804noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165113.post-1110879702045260932005-03-15T09:41:00.000Z2005-03-15T09:41:42.046Z

My dreams are getting weirder, I have like 3 a night and they are really deep and detailed..Last night I dreamt that wasn’t me I was someone else… He had got drunk and he had been told he had done a lot of stuff..(I had been watching dude where’s my car the night before)Which may I add is a complete pile of shit…not one funny bit in it.But anywayThere was this guy who was drunk and everyone was

Alanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17980308244937030804noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165113.post-1110145942526474202005-03-06T21:51:00.000Z2005-03-06T21:54:14.133Z

when stuff stops moving, click the image.Its called Naxalite

Alanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17980308244937030804noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165113.post-1109848858688097392005-03-03T11:20:00.000Z2005-03-03T11:20:58.690Z

Feeling somewhat drunk last night I fall asleep on my bed, angry and upset again.I sleep through the night only to have thousands upon thousands of dreams…1. A baby lived in Room four of our house, it could talk, walk and all that. It had a baby’s drum kit, I had ago and I was pretty good considering it was under a desk.2. I dreamt I was with Dai, billo and big Richard. We were at the beach

Alanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17980308244937030804noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165113.post-1109750686002257222005-03-02T08:04:00.000Z2005-03-02T08:04:46.003Z

I had a strange dream last night, my university course and my old college were all on a cruise ship.This ship was massive and had Casino’s, restaurants everything.I had to perform the Heimlich manoeuvre on a girl who was choking on bread.I was considered a loser by everyone except for this girl, she called me her hero.For some reason everyone was after me, I cant remember why, but they kept

Alanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17980308244937030804noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165113.post-1109682601900281692005-03-01T13:09:00.000Z2005-03-01T13:10:01.903Z

I seem to be wanting everyday to end a little bit quicker than the first, its like Every passing second is second closer to happiness. Now if you use your brain you’ll figure than time doesn’t stop in England, nor does it stop in America, Africa or Japan, or anywhere else for that matter. Therefore I deem it correct that I shall never be completely content. As the world feasts upon us all, we

Alanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17980308244937030804noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165113.post-1109510876621885872005-02-27T13:27:00.000Z2005-02-27T13:27:56.623Z

Hmmm. Last night was interesting I think…I had some bad news pouted in my face again.I didn’t take it well, then I had some more, I didn’t take that well…I started drinking the left over of my jack Daniels, I drank half a bottle… which is 350 ml,That’s a lot. It wasn’t even 5 o clock.I kept drinking and drinking whilst listening to music, of course it was sigur ros because I was unhappy and when

Alanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17980308244937030804noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165113.post-1109345003377939282005-02-25T15:22:00.000Z2005-02-25T15:23:23.383Z

Some people are just so rude.I try, but I don’t know, then you think no you’re a fat liar.But then you’ll never really know will you Guestbook

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I think I had the longest dream ive ever had last night, I actually had a few dreams.The first one was I was in a small shop, like a petrol station or something, a man came in and stole all the money, I decided since I had a gun I will go after him, he got on a push bike and I started to shoot at him in his back, they all missed apart from one bullet which hit him right in his lower lower back.

Alanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17980308244937030804noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165113.post-1109191444861985932005-02-23T20:43:00.000Z2005-02-23T20:44:04.863Z

Well I’m back from London, its so cold down there it made me want to disembowel myself.I had a strange dream whilst I was down there, I dreamt I got into a fight with the Cast from Eastenders, the one with the scar on his face. I win him, he tried to do ‘round house kicks’ on me but they never worked. I think I dreamt it because I was watching a fight between a fox killer and a animal rights man

Alanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17980308244937030804noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165113.post-1109008848466287632005-02-21T17:52:00.000Z2005-02-21T18:00:48.466Z

Im in London, the big smoke…Well not the big smoke.But London none the less…A few things I’ve learnt about London1. Its cold2. 2 Its rainy/snow a.k.a. Its Cold3. No one lives here, its all tourists4. Its cold5. Paul Davis meeting will be postponed 6. I have drank so much whiskey7. Internet Cafés are like prisons for Geeks8. Food costs £789243 for a “reg coke”9. HMV is a lot better hereThe list is

Alanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17980308244937030804noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165113.post-1108581081059432062005-02-16T19:10:00.000Z2005-02-16T19:11:21.060Z

I’ve put so much weight on, I don’t understand how….I don’t have any food at uni, I only eat the meals that are given to me.‘Exercising’ more frequently, I don’t like it at all.These huge sacks of flesh hanging off my sides. ‘Your good enough for London, Your good enough for London’‘Oh god yeah sure’ yeah ‘god Anywhere but London’ Fucking Precious DivanIt wont happen for 3 reasons. 1 … 2 … and 3

Alanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17980308244937030804noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165113.post-1108469557889112552005-02-15T12:08:00.000Z2005-02-15T12:12:37.890Z

Long time no fucking speak.It’s the day after Valentines Day. Tuesday.I actually got cards this year, which was a surprise, Clare got me a humours pink satin and rose effect card and Rosie made me a card, which was very nice of her. And that was that. I have a new stupid fucking project, I have to illustrate the 70s 80 and 90s. ts like a fucking GCSE project, I really hate it and I cant stand

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This is shit, this is very shit. I never wanted this at all. All my angsty bullshit I regurgitate day after day…. That’s exactly what it was angty crap. This time its different I actually have a reason for this shitty mood. It’s not even a shitty mood. It’s just an all round down mood. I haven’t really told anyone what’s up, I tried to tell Richard but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I’ll

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Hot baths and vodkas and Michael Stipe, you can fuck right off! Guestbook

Alanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17980308244937030804noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165113.post-1107126938370012092005-01-30T23:14:00.000Z2005-01-30T23:15:38.370Z

Я думал взятие идентификации некоторое время написать это в по-разному языке и увидеть если любое фактическ получило бы ему право, то если вы выбрали сделанное добро русского после этого..., то Это смогло сказать множество поистине и честного вещества, то зверски осадило бы людей и вещество, но я не иду сделать то, свою середину и свое правое. Моя ручка опиума горит около меня, свой делать мою

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Work work work, strain, hopelessness, sadness. It gets me down real down. Or so I thought… Last night I was free of work, I’d handed everything in and there was no work to do…. Everything was apparent. But I still had that sickness and grief than ran through my carcass, which proves that my unhappiness is not just due to work. It’s due to something else. Something more, something bigger.

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I’m so fucking bored…. I’m drunk, I’m naked… and I’m bored… I’m talking to Ruth right now, she’s cold… not cold as in ice on the end of her tits… But cold as in.. well u can work it out… I don’t know why, she seems to have something against me since I ‘dissed’ Duran Duran…, which I think, was obviously necessary. I have nothing personally against Ruth… anyway if she don’t want to talk to me… then

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Kids. Grab your guns and gather your petty anger, we are going to war, we are going in hard like never before. I wish I could go in hard, but im not. I’m slowly trudging through the muddy rivers and grass which some might call BA Graphic Design Level 1 Semester 1 Project 2. Sigh. It gets me down, really down. Sometimes I just lie here thinking, “Nope… Nope I’m not going to do it.” Just

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Cocky shits and fucking losers. I thought that title would be very suited to tonight’s post. This world is full of cocky shits and fucking losers. Recently, well most recently, tonight, I’ve been pissed off, fed up, embarrassed and unenthusiastic about nearly, if not everything and everyone… Of course there’s a certain few people who keep me sane and happy to a certain degree. I’ve been writing

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Today is Friday and I wake up to smell the coffee, or chocolate milk as it was. By that I mean I’ve realised I have even more work to do than I actually expected, shit loads of work infact… So much work I don’t know if I’ll be able to finish it Which, as you can imagine, is not a good thing, at all. I cant be bothered, in fact, I cant be bothered with this either… book

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January the 9th 2000 and 5 As I looked around at the other faces, eyes glare at the new things I’ve done. Ack at uni after a somewhat busy weekend and so. Thursday I spent the day with Mary/Laura, we visited varies bars and stuff, which was all very nice, I ended up staying over and having to walk home the following morning in extreme cold winds. That morning I met my friend Michael. We did

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I dreamt Rowan Atkinson was getting a blowjob off a man

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Today I wish someone would try and steal from our house. I wish someone would come through the back door, knowing I was upstairs with my brother and his friend. I wish they would try to trick me. I wish they thought they could take me on. I wish they did that. Then I could protect my home and beat the shit out of them, I’d hear Lucy (the dog) getting excited downstairs, they could kill her, they

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Indeed, a new layout, why? Because I wanted to.

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All this world seems bent upon contemplating Babylon, Did you know that fate is sealed inside a bomb and Where has all the freedom gone? There's a place for everyone, live and die our Kingdom Come but until the web is spun I think everybody must have fun. I'm not scared to die - God help me! We went to the same schools and we all learned the same rules of lament. The knot will never come

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She’s making sense; She’s making sense, And I don’t like it Getting clever, faster, scheming Everything thing making sense Oh wonderful, the shits hit the fan Standing right in front of it Plastered in muck I'm just begging for a break Maybe I’m the victim Just because I sulk Each time I go She’s making sense; She’s making sense, Oh my fucking heart bleeds for you No it really does Fuck me?

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1.link 2.Name: childrenonheat@hotmail.co.uk 3.Password: Naptime 4.Spread you wisdom. Associate with everyone on the platform of love and affection, not by controlling others. Don't try to control others by your order or your mind. Try to give your whole being. Leave Your Details in the 'Contacts'. Tell others. Love has nothing to take, but everything to give. Its Money I love, its the Money I

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01 . 01 . 05 last night, the 31st its 8 o clock and ive drank a whole bottle of whiskey, beside me sits Michael and Richard, each with their Vodka. I’m Drunk They’re Drunk. Yes, we’re all drunk. Its 9:30, we wait around, walking up different streets in the blistering cold, were going to go in, just not yet. Its 10 o clock and the doors open. We go in. £15 Then we realise how much we all

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So it’s the 31st of December 2000 and 4 and nothing seems in its right place. The fires on and the flames are burning its too hot The radios on but its too loud My friends are near but they aren’t here 2004 Was quite the spectacular year, within only 365 or so days, many terrible and superior things came to me. Be so the lethargic casual, I have nothing planned for tonight. Tonight is New Years

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Oh yes my dream... i forgot to mention it.. i was asleep in a bed in a showroom in Lewis's in Liverpool, It was snowing and it was windy and quite foggy It was rather nice. then a 2 woman walked past and said to each other "i dont get this Christmas thing, giving money to people only to receive it" i sat up in my bed and and stared out the window a car drove past, the lights glaring into my eyes

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Today I met up with Laura O, I haven’t seen her for ages… So that was nice… We went to see House of the flying Daggers that was good… But the more important thing, lol… On the way home, a man walked past me he was saying, in a Russian accent. “Hey Fuck face, we have 10 ways of making you talk 1. Break you 2. *Smashed his fists together* 3. 4. 5. 6. Hey Fuck face, we have 10 ways of making

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Last night I had a real unusual dream… I was playing Max from Max and Paddy or Phoenix Nights I was looking at a porn magazine and had discovered pictures of my friend Emma Rush, I was shocked and outraged… I saw them all and instantly wanted to hide them from everyone, although the magazine was a few years old. I went to a bar and there was even more on the counter… I got my friend ‘Paddy’ to

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Well today is Christmas, its about my 3rd non Christmas… The type of Christmas that doesn’t seem like a Christmas, maybe its because my nan is dead or maybe I have grown up. The essence of Christmas does not run through me anymore, I buy gifts, put up trees and all that, but still it doesn’t seem like Christmas… Last night at around 1:30 in the morning, I went down stairs and removed all the

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Last night I had a dream…. I dreamt my friend Richard (the smaller one) had a different face… Every morning when he woke up he would put on his face… like a mask… The thing is I knew he did ti but it didn’t seem weird… For example if I saw him putting it on it was just like hurry up… He had the face of Mark Thise, A young scally whom I once knew. Because he had this face he thought it was only

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Bastards, Theyve Changed Their Policies now... From Deviant Art Creator "Your deviation, listed below, has been removed from deviantART due to a violation of our policies: Title: Shoe6 Submitted: 2004-11-19 10:20:51 am Your deviation was removed because it violated one of the following policies: 1. deviantART does not tolerate deviations which are based, in majority, off of racial slurs,

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I’ve just been to see Interpol, I was impressed. But even more so by the secret machines. Explosive drums, blaring guitars, droning bass. I’ve heard the CD but that was very poor, so I was quite angry when I learned that they were supporting, but I was highly impressed, the drummer drummed, he drummed and drummed and drummed, chugging away. Like I say I was really impressed. Then Interpol came

Alanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17980308244937030804noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165113.post-1103373672654815752004-12-18T13:40:00.000Z2004-12-18T12:41:12.653Z

New art uploaded never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever

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This time I’ve seen everything I’ve ever seen before… but only with a little more. My good good friend Richard Whitby aka Big Rich came to visit, he lives in London now and studies BA Fine art, we stayed up til late hours talking about the most appealing and personal things. Then we had to awaken early for breakfast, then we went shopping Saturday afternoon. We met the somewhat forthcoming amit

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Well, a huge hello from me… I’m in my room at Uni on the Internet, how splendid. I have the Internet in my room now so I can do all the stuff I ever needed to do… Well… long time no speak I went to see a silver mount Zion and gosh it was great… very fucking great In case you don’t know anything about a silver mount zion, here is my little short introduction to them., Well they are led by

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Get-out-or-get-in-to-my-little-fucking-mind-thoughts-and-you-will-know-me-for-the-time-smell-of-broken-nothing December, A Silver Mt Zion and Interpol gigs draw closer… I'm at home at the moment… All is pretty well… I had a rather delightful weekend, I went to see the incredibles with Kat, it wasn’t incredible but it was pretty good…On the way home (on the train) there was a2 drunk lesbians and

Alanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17980308244937030804noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165113.post-1101681730668603672004-11-28T22:39:00.000Z2004-11-28T22:42:10.666Z

And that was the weekend 2 days of congenial awkward loveliness sealed up in a foil wrapper or not as the case may be. I feel like going somewhere, somewhere far away, a place only I know. Just to sit there. Like cradles, I fall, into this eternal self-sorrow and pity in which I wallow in for days upon days just bored of the same thing. At first uni was good, brand new people, brand new

Alanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17980308244937030804noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165113.post-1101478824536568012004-11-26T14:20:00.000Z2004-11-26T14:20:24.536Z

My mother is angry at me because i didn't get her a card for her birthday, I made one, but thats not good enough... i think making one is alot better ... Anyways Its been a week since ive been on crutches nearly.. and my god it hurts... My hands have blisters on.. its certainly not nice at all I went to see McLusky, it was really good, Modey Lemon supported which was really good, i wasn't

Alanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17980308244937030804noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165113.post-1101205457710114922004-11-23T10:20:00.000Z2004-11-23T10:24:17.710Z

Many things have happened in my own little world…. I went to house 3 on Saturday, which was a little boring to say the least. So I went home, then alex and jonny dragged me back, which was very thoughtful of them. Then I stayed a little longer. Then I decided I would leave again, I ran down the stairs and hurt my ankle, it hurt lots. I went to bed and passed out, then the Russians came around.

Alanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17980308244937030804noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165113.post-1100891498761619872004-11-19T19:09:00.000Z2004-11-19T19:11:38.760Z

evening. Quiz night. party evening people. Eric night. Russians (Latvian and Georgian actually) evening. Fun night. Fun-ner Guestbook

Alanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17980308244937030804noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165113.post-1100803411697854572004-11-18T18:38:00.000Z2004-11-18T18:43:31.696Z

Howdy.... Yesterday, i wrote letters to the girls in House 3... They replied... they only live acorss the campus... but we've never spoke... Its kind of like a pen pal thing... Alex is sitting right next to me now... We bought tickets to go see Mclusky today... its gonna be cool .... Tonight is quiz night... Fun fun fun... Then i might go to the Russians house... which will be fun also then

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Monday… the weekend was such a nice weekend… I had train station follies which was nice…. I went to see 2 films at the weekend Bridget Jones’s Diary 2 and My Summer of Love… My summer of love was really wonderful… Bridget Jones’s Diary 2 was… fairly ok.. I have so much work to do now.. I thought with one project coming to an end I would have less work to do… But I have even more work now, which

Alanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17980308244937030804noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165113.post-1100285663333997562004-11-12T18:53:00.000Z2004-11-12T18:54:23.333Z

Right i have Uploaded aload of Work onto DA, however the quality is very poor... i apologise Guestbook

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I have done all my work, well all of one project and it has to be handed in today... I am hoping i shall get fairly decent grades for it. I will be uploading it onto Deviant Art.. or as some of you like to call it.. "Divine Art" haha Yes.. Anyway... I am coming home tomorrow, spending friday night and saturday morning in my house... I shall see you all soon :) Guestbook

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Aww I haven’t done a journal thing for ages, well here is my newest…. When did I last post………. Hmm… Well anyways I did the quiz on Thursday, I came about 3rd which is good, were moving up the tables each week… I had 2 team names… 1. MotherFucker = Redeemer 2. We dedicate this to Anxiety attacks, hangovers and worried depression And that was Thursday, then on Friday night, I had the ingenious

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Guestbook

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Last night Amy stayed over at our house, Amy is Richards girlfriend, when she comes over they spend time in their room, which isn’t a bad thing at all, However when I called for Richard the next morning (lives next door in the same house) he didn’t answer, I presumed he mustn’t of heard it or he may have been out. so I called him on the phone, but there was no answr, he must be out, I thought.

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Today is Wednesday… I should start doing more work. I was kind of forced into seeing Alien Vs. Predator last night… What a pile of shite. It really was mundane Today I’m feeling paranoid… Everyone seems to be looking at me… OH YES… I have had a shave but I don’t think that’s the reason they are looking at me, because I’ve never seen any of these people before.. I had an argument with Jonny

Alanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17980308244937030804noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165113.post-1098712301289397932004-10-25T14:38:00.000+01:002004-10-25T14:51:41.290+01:00

So today is Monday, I like today…. I’m in the library and it smells nice…. Smells like a Dentist Ahead of me is a girl with lovely hair, she looks like she has strange teeth though, the kind of teeth you can’t see til she smiles… Stuffs happened since my last post and even before then stuff had happened… The whole Laura O thing is awful, makes me feel like…. I don’t know, or maybe I do but maybe

Alanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17980308244937030804noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165113.post-1098466791104928752004-10-22T18:37:00.000+01:002004-10-25T14:36:29.580+01:00

I’m in my room, I’m writing this on my laptop, but I’ll transfer it over…. I’m feeling rather down… It’s just the way it is, standing in colder water. Nothing is wrong in particular, just feel…. Down. Feels like I’m missing someone, but I’m not sure who or how much… I’m certainly longing for something, something better, something better, something more. There’s a little bit of ghost behind

Alanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17980308244937030804noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165113.post-1097831119707366592004-10-15T10:04:00.000+01:002004-10-15T10:05:19.706+01:00

Anyway…. Today is the Friday of the week… Week 3 you could call it… Last night was pretty fun… We did the pub quiz. We had four people in our group… So we decided to get four answer papers, so that he’d have to read out four group names… “Martin placed his Penis on my face” “Gently Overflowing Tosspot” “She’s so called Jessi, Alan” “While i read this i want you to mount me like a dog” We

Alanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17980308244937030804noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165113.post-1097669158333003132004-10-13T14:05:00.000+01:002004-10-13T13:05:58.333+01:00

Long time no…. type…. Today is a glorious Wednesday and I have no work to do at all… Well I do, but I don’t have to go to uni, it’s all self directed study and that…. Erm…….. yeah…. Im just trying to look for a driver for my ATI Mobility Radeon 7000 IGP, haha and I cant do it, well I can but there’s so many so… if Danny… Happens to read this… Search for one for me… Erm… Im speaking to Sarah

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“piss off Alan Williams” Want to Comment on The Journal, Do it in The Guestbook

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. I’m Now a full on, expeditious, malodorous, aeronautical, carping, dejected treacherous driver . Offically Want to Comment on The Journal, Do it in The Guestbook

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Alan The most laddish of us all, reminds me of Starsky or Hutch (one of them) Dai Cool, Welsh, half Smither Half Alex Smallwood Richard Had blood poisoning for the first week, not good Mr 4 Dunno? He uses his room as a Office but live in Salford anyway? Alex Small, cool, vainy, Steve Stays in his room alot Richard You know Me Me Jonny Cool, student, daring Jaime Bitter, Sour, Very

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Ow… My back hurts… Erm… since last time I left a message.. ALOT has happened both in my personal and social life…. The personal thing is kinda major… However… On the social side... I have been ‘having fun’ with my flat mates Its not the kind of coffee culture fun that I had back in Liverpool, its more of a degenerate fun that you have when your going through adolescence. Anyway… we all have

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Yesterday I had quite a long and personal talk with my new friend Dai aka David…. It was all about relationships, religion, music and friend you know the type of stuff… Well yeah it was all very personal and it lasted til 1:30 in the morning, so right now im kinda tired, but a good Mocha will sort that. Dai, He’s welsh so his name is pronounced ‘Die’ which is rather funny when he introduces

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