![]() Monday, January 02, 2006
well, bonjour to you, whoever you are. here comes the dusting off the cobwebs entry because i have become a very boring person with nothing to blog about. kekeke. dad called and said he liked my lego fuck, and urged me to enter it into the turner prize. i actually deep down had a vision that such a childrens toy could announce such an adult theme to the world, showing the merging of old and young and the conversion of truth and beauty in a sphere of reality with dinosaurs and flying mammals and...
goddam really i havent blogged since last year sia. since ma relaxed her curfew of 11pm to : ah do what you want la fuck, i've been out out out! mwahah. and i dont give a damm! new years was better any other new years ever man. i always spend it with old people in scotland but this year was refreshing! talking about refreshing so were the many drinks. its nice to be so careless and have people around you who cant walk straight. so happy new year everybody. wah can tell the ol fingers are getting rusty. humour is running dry and words are being squeezed out just to make this entry a decent length. what for anyway? i also dont know. blogs are retarded and i own one. but i choose not to fill it with what i did today entries. i find them very meaningless. today i went out with ah tong, and we went to eat prata. does that really entertain? i dunno. maybe then other people can read it and feel sad that they stayed at home all day in their yellow stained singlet in front of the television, and then proceed to cut their wrists. or it could work the opposite way. people read it and go hahah what a loser stay at home and watch tv and cut wrists. i went to eat prata with ah tong, wah i roxz! .......till the next time stranger. cue the canned laughter, cause everybody is crying now. tears dry up on your cheek, in vertical manner from your eyes. and as they smile, it cracks the crusty sadness away. but this isnt a happy verse. because the bullet enters, from a well oiled 9mm. and he thought to himself, if it would hurt or not. the next morning they found him. in crimson glory, this is the countdown, count to 10 and hold your breath. and when it starts to hurt, dont stop well she didnt and now she lies in an underwater labryinth.
James Barr at 8:24 AM
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