Archive for June, 2009

Never caught them whilst I was Chasing Faces..

I broke a cardinal rule last night, I went out in the middle of the week.  If you are thinking, “well if that’s all he has to worry about” then yes, I am slightly sad.  Jonny, a very cool temp who we got a few weeks ago who is subsequently on his last week :( , invited us (Polly n Tori) to the Hub to watch his band play.  They were amazing! and although we didn’t stay because the rest of it was mostly kid bands and one good but immensely Emo group, I was glad we paid £4 for the priveledge of watching them play at the Hubs last gig. Well, last gig as ‘the Hub’.
I drank too much pear cider and made a tit of myself. yea well…
Tonight I am in and chillaxing (a horrid word but strangely catchy), and then tomorrow going out for a birthday party. Then Friday I am off.
yey!
This weekend is Glasto, so I’ll be glued to the box most of it.

So, ultra minimal eh? It’s like showin …

So, ultra minimal eh? It’s like showing people around my house, after stripping it bear and painting everything white. So let’s keep it brief. Weekend has been great apart from today when everything got a bit stressful and stupid. Realised that it was because I was tired. Laura is out again, tried talking to her earlier about ‘us’ and her going out but she’s happy, and I can’t be kicking her down for wanting happiness. Tomorrow is another day, main goal will be to get the last lot of recordings done for the screencast project and dealing with what comes through the door. Which could be anything, including a large elephant with a banana phobia or a bear with athletes foot.

I wonder if I have to write something in …

I wonder if I have to write something in this box… I don’t really feel like it. Argh.

Why are is they then when? Whaddya know..hoho.

Confusing title?  Yes it’s meant to be.  It’s called effect and, I expect I have got the wrong effect as I expect it’s meant to be ‘affect’, I don’t care.  Nope, not one bit.  I am throwing my doubt to the wind and hoping that no one is urinating in my direction, or is that meant to be I am urinating in to the wind and hoping that no one is throwing doubt at me?  I wonder if there is an equally good analogy that doesn’t involved urine?

So much has happened over the last few months I am struggling to keep up.  Today has been manic mentally, not too bad physically but I have been trying to plan things in my head, work things out, analyse them and generally make sense of an increasingly confusing world.  Emotionally, professionally and pretty much anything else that ends with ‘ally’ has gone all weird and bizarre.

I can’t go in to too much detail, but it seems like after months of stability and happy ‘plodding on’ life has decided that it’s not going to settle for a bit of mundane mundanity, it’s gone and decided that in fact the world needs a bit of WTF.  For the uninitiated wtf stands for ‘what the fuck’, and I don’t often swear here but yes.  I have the imprinted on my mind nearly every day, trying to make sense of things and people around me that don’t quite make sense.

Either I am slowly losing my grip, or everyone around me is losing theirs.

Downer

Performed at HOOT last night. Not sure how it went down, but I don’t think I really raised the roof.  I know these things are meant to be a learning experience but I wish I’d have a nice experience with this whole poetry performing thing that I am so passionate about.  Still not sure about reading things out, seems to be taking a long time to properly work it out.  I think I just get up there and read it out rather then talk before the poem.

Not really feeling positive about anything at the moment, had a great afternoon with Tori at her hidden gem of a house in the middle of the darkest wood’s I’ve ever visited.  Wondering why the rest of the world seems so dark at the moment. Melodramatic? Yes.


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  • Owe 08/11/2009
    I’m going to Make you an offer. You’re going to like It. Life isn’t very good At this sort of thing. So I’ll sell you my Soul. Posted by Wordmobi
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  • Cyclone 04/11/2009
    I walk a cyclone on a nylon lead They can be cared for really easily, Remember they will always need to feed In wind and rain and other weather fronts, Engulfing all that stands up in it’s way Trains and cars, People and wildlife too. The upkeep can be quite prohibitive If you have nowhere else to really live, The cyclone never sleeps, [...]
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  • Rolling 31/10/2009
    Roll your tongue over the slow earth, the live earth told in slow dreams. Letter over letter, lets roll over.
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  • Pasta Sauce 31/10/2009
    Hooray for pasta sauce, Only the stuff in a jar of course, The other stuff is poncy and grim And yes it’ll help you keep all slim, It’s not the same as the stuff in a jar This wonderful Italian ambrosiarr. Made in Norwich and bottled in Gwent? It’s the taste I love, and it’s left me spent. [...]
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  • Poetry Addict 31/10/2009
    Hi, I’m Chris, Response: Hi Chris And I am a poetry addict. I have been clean now for three months, My head is full of facts and figures, No stanzas or trochees or sestinas. No rhymes. Just statistics. At my worst, I rhymed everything I spoke. Trying to get a point across was a joke, I couldn’t stop thinking like Dr Seuss, And soon my [...]
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  • Exmouth (after an argument) 31/10/2009
    Why would you want to be In that weird little place by the sea. Why would you make the trek to a place that has no self respect? Why would you want to be seen In a place where better days have been Why would you make a home, In a place where they steal garden gnomes, Why would you take your gran To [...]
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  • Wedding Ring 28/10/2009
    Took off my ring, Yet it is imprinted on my skin, Punched and branded like Cattle. You saw me do it But chose not to say anything, Although it has been a long time coming. My finger is the only part of me, that is fine.
    Chris
  • Services (Gordano) 28/10/2009
    We’ve stopped,  and our aching bodies function again, after three hours in hyperspace. Place your feet on martian aggregate. Bright white walls, candy coloured cuddly brand logos, shining in a radioactive post apocalyptic flicker. The foyer, home to sedated loney cheeseplants living next a faux-oasis in a stasis of activity. Baby changing facilities, s […]
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  • Effy 28/10/2009
    Effy smoked Like life was ending in an hour. But it would in ten years. She didn’t seem to care as nicotenel patches adorned her arm, flat limpets on a cragging saggy rock. One night, she spontaneously combusted, leaving a pair of charred feet. And a fag butt.
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