Live.

"This country is my canvas,

I leave paint trails as I go.

I'm painting a picture,

That you can only see from outer space.

My bedroom is your sofa,

I take my breakfast on the train.

I'm tired and I'm dirty, and not a second goes to waste.

I'll be dead but never dying, and I say that with a smile,

It's just my way of trying to be alive.

Well I'll never get to grey hair,

And I'll never be in the black,

But I can tell stories that most can hardly dream.

Dreaming is a luxury,

Like stopping-staring and beauty sleep.

I'll stop when I'm finished,

And sleep is for the weak.

I'll be dead but never dying, and I say that with a smile

It's just my way of trying to be alive.

Heaven's in the half-light, and that's where I reside,

A whiskey and a wry smile,

I check my vital signs.

And when I'm gone,

The worlds revolve, and life goes on,

So mark no grave,

Forget my name.

If the song remains,

And everybody's got a drink and a smile,

Well, that's just fine by me.

I'll be dead but never dying, and I say that with a smile

It's just my way of trying to be alive."

Belief.

Smoke.

This picture is cool.
It snowed the other day.
There is more snow coming.
So.
I bought some coloured smoke bombs.
I can, therefore, recreate this level of "cool".

Obnoxious.

I like obnoxiousness.
Well, in some ways more than others.
You can just get plain fucking annoying obnoxiousness.
Like a group of ten year olds.

Seizure to the Metronome - GOBBLE GOBBLE

Oh yes.

It's been a while.
Let's fucking do this.

Home.

This weekend consists of:

No people.

No disturbances.

Just my failure to work.

Replaced by Pavement, expenditure of my student loan, whiskey & coke and Walkers Sensations.

Fuck, I don't think I ever want to leave.

Now, just to decide whether this is a good thing or not.

Shatter.

Time to smash this work into smithereens.

Absence.

"Presence of Absence" by Matt Lee.

I love irony.

I also love how well this represents the feeling of absence. It really proves how much presence it has.

I feel like it's haunting me.

I'm getting shivers.

Or maybe that's just the weather, it's pretty fucking cold right now.

Warmth.

"Slip into the autumn shade,
I could sleep for days,
But I like the sun when,
I can hear another sound,
It's a long way down,
Keep my head up.

Who am I to be this way?
I've been dreaming so insane,
But I like the sun when,
Falling through another plane,
Never one the same,
Keep my head up."

It's in my hands...

...let's see what happens.