One short slow boring weekend entry coming up.

I am tired. My back is still hurting. The snow is still gone. I hope he never lets me down again.

Pelican pelican pelican pelican.

Finally I got to hear Pelican. I love the sp hub. Mmmm, it even sounds good too.

Sad slow saturday. A boring soccer game. Downloading. Watching some video. Contemplating life, death and gummi bears. Wondering what the point of existance is. And if there really are horse hairs in them.

Ratio FTPs suck.

The queen of Denmark is tall.

Now is that just random stuff or is it secret code transmissions to the underground resistance? You'll never know, Lord Vader.

And that's all he wrote. But Blur wrote more. And I'm feeling blurry.

I remember thinking murder in the car.
Watching dogs somersaults through sprinklers on tiny lawns.
I remember the graffiti, we are your children coming in with spray cans of paint.
I remember the sunset and the plains of cement.
and the way the night seemed to turn the colour of Orangeade.

In this town cellular phones are hot with teens.
In this town we all go to terminal pubs.
It helps us to sweat out those angry bits of life.
From this town the English army grind their teeth to glass.
You'll get a kick'in tonight.
The smell of puke and Piss.
The smell of puke and piss on your stilettos.

Here comes that panic attack.
my heart stops, then it starts.
Give me a drink.
I drink your round.
I'll take you round the pole.
It's cold up here.
You'll catch the flu or you'll catch the city.
Either way you'll catch the flu.
Or you'll catch the City.

she knows she knows she knows and she knows she knows she knows and she knows she knows she knows how's it she knows she knows she knows
I told you.. I always told you.. I'm not great
G'night

np: pumpkins - 1979 (970128)