Today I had an exam, which was what it was. But afterwards I went for a walk in Avebury. Lately I’m less afraid of doing things, and what other people think. Like trying to play the organ in the church. Couldn’t get it open but I gave it a bloody good try. Less afraid of […]
Cords and signals I am repairable You can paint hazard circles of black and yellow on me Watch the slow mo footage Pause the tape and rewind Calculate Points of impact – Your failed crash test dummy With a neck designed to snap In just the right way
I cry in the car when I’m driving because then I can’t cry too much. I cry because I’m depressed. I’ve been depressed again. Strongly. I cry because there’s nothing else my body wants to do. I cry because I’m depressed and there’s nothing I can do about it. There’s nothing I feel… I don’t […]
Man from Saturday night with the bloodied face, talking on the phone.
Brand New – The No Seatbelt Song So, it’s sad this doesn’t suit you now. And me fresh out of rope… Please ignore this lisp, I never meant to sound like this. So take me and break me and make me strong like you. I’ll be forever grateful to this and you. It’s only you, […]
I swear this is not intentional and I only notice AFTER I’ve drawn it. I drew a lady in a skirt, standing on top of some breeze blocks. Right. Wrong. Look at the thumbnail in my ‘my pictures’ folder. It’s a freaking vagina. Give me strength.
Inspired by a conversation with John… Writing the body blog