25 January 2004

convolutions of a comedown casualty

This post has been censored to protect the innoce... Aw, who am I kidding, there are no innocents involved here. This post has been censored so I don't get my ass kicked.


meep.

Soooo.... I was supposed to go to this party friday night but wasn't in a great mental space in fact freaking out over Jennie leaving the country so instead met up with ( censored ) when he finished his rewarding job trying to make Old Age Pensioners buy double glazing. Payed ( censored ) a visit in wurk, explained to her I was okay, just a little freakout, is all cool, then went over ( censored ) and took lots and lots of ( censored ). Originally, I had those four Jelly babies, so we were munching those, but then our friend and social worker ( censored ) turned up and ( censored ) persuaded ( censored ) to buy some strawberry bon-bons ( censored ) cuz they wuz gonna ( rilly rilly censored ).

Oops.

( censored ) brought 10 bon-bons, there is one left. As ( censored ) is completely stone broke, and because, you know, I'm a nice person, I'm gonna have to pay for those strawberry bon-bons. The thing is, I'm trying to be all organised and bugeting with my money and I think the total tally of bon-bon expenditure for this week is £50 which comes to like 17 bon-bons (they're really good bon-bons!!!). Why does my life feel like a ( censored ) soap opera sometimes?

Oh well....

If you haven't noticed the general disjointedness of my writing (Although, I prefer to look at it as 'fluid' and 'grammar-breaking' - hey, we all need our delusions) then you should know I'm kinda in the post-comedown surreality stage of ecstasy. I don't know if this observation is true or not but it seems to me that, the day after the initial comedown, your brain enters this stage of lucid surrealness, a kind of peace. I am full of beans. Started planning an event (in my head) called 'kill the DJ' which will be a mixture of performance, open mike, short film screenings and 'eclectic' DJ sets. Now, when I say eclectic I don't mean 'weird for weirds sake' like some nights I've been to ('bridging the gap' at clwb ifor bach (the clubs homepage seems to be down at the moment so I've linked to an article on 'cool cymru'... wherever the fuck that is) springs to mind... not to be confused with 'the dude abides' which goes on there on fridays and is actually rilly good) I mean eclectic as in 'wide ranging' but ultimately good music. I listen to a wide range of music, am as perfectly happy listening to Jurrasic 5 as I am listening to System of a Down or Merzbow, and I reckon the whole DJ thing would be good for my creative growth.

If yr wondering how Matt is doing, as he seldoms updates his website or blog, last thing I heard he was promoting the fuck out of his poetry up in manchester and might be pressing a split-EP with two first year criminology students.

Believe it or not this post does have a point, and that is to link to this attempt to define the whole 'alterna-porn' thing. I think Furry Girl does a pritty good job.

Okay, that's it, I'm off to go eat something... or something.