fear of (a) average mind

you are human, no thing you do is wrong

Monkeys #

i liks this by Ernest Cline

Through the edge of the cloud #

Some things wrote in my notepad lately (usually in Regent's Park):
if when you dream you dream of me, i'll see you when you die

the limits of living with a human are unbound. i have a jacket that i wear to ward them away so i can do what i do on the way

BEWARE! YOU ARE ON A WORLD OF HUMANS

The world don't mean anything to you, it's a mirror you look on

you have a beautiful body and face, are you funny ?

through the edge of the cloud

if it turns stormy all of a sudden

love only happens when you have the good manners to meet the right person
things i find in txt files on me desktop (usually after a drunken night):
i got an itch under the finger nail of my right thumb, it itched so bad.
i know bacteria lives in the in between of the nail and skin
this was infuriating.
i scraped the dirt out with the blade on my bottle opener but still the itch stayed
i scraped again... and again

flames, flames, flames, flames, fuckin' flames. i can not speak else i give into flames

johnie decided to run a knife into his chest to see what happened... He died, that's what happened

nothing is good, it is recorded in your pathetic little blog that nothing is good
Odd.

fuckcunttwat is never more #



my web-space died.

Johnie1-websiteDied811.MPG [20 MB]

pod shite > pod door #

as my web-space is going to die soon (very soon) i've been on a bit of a scramble to get all me pages onto "free pages". Anyhoo i moved me audio podcast "pod shite" over to "pod door" (see name change, well the site is based on the Hal 9000 display). So the site is:
http://pod-door.blogspot.com/
the RSS feed is (stick it in your aggregator):
http://feeds.feedburner.com/PodDoor

There goes the neighborhood #

My street (Camden Street) is two along parallel from Camden High Street and it's (was) petty quiet. Well i noticed (being a bit pervy) that Camden Street was very male, never any good lookin' chicks, just al' men going to the pub. There are some lovely big Victorian office buildings just over the road from me. They have been empty till just recently, well... "Hugo Boss" and "French Connection" moved in so as you can imagine the fit bird ratio of Camden Street just went up (i'm thinking of spraying on the "French Connection" front door "i think the word you're looking for is FUCK"). i can't look oot me window now without seeing a top model or a well good lookin' receptionist, HAHA you know. Now let me just say this is a normal road, there are no shops, just houses and a few office buildings.

i was out front fixing a bike up (which look out into the estate) and i see this lady come along all gold sequins and a very, very short skirt. She sort of hid round a corner and took off her jacket (gold sequins), put it in her (gold sequins) bag then walked out into Camden Street shaking her stuff. This estate has always had drugs. At about 12 o'clock (smack o'clock) the estate is over run with smack-heads looking for their dealer, it is very funny. Now we got prostitution, YAY! Now i aint got nowt against working girls (when ya homeless, on the street, you look out for each other, well some of us), i just found it funny how "small business" follows "big business". Seems our little normal street is fast becoming the in place to be.

6/6/6 #

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