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Spilled Tea

We can all dream, can't we? Is there any harm in dreaming? Will the world collapse if I hold onto something for maybe a few hours every 24? Or am I really the luck charm I imagined- a device rather than a consciousness, no, a sentient device whose task or...

Quite painless…

Staying up downstairs with the lights down low- grasping an imaginary beat. Tonight I've started writing some very "bleepy" music for the intro-outro to the play, provisionally named "Sudi"- it's going to have to slide in some bass any time soon, because otherwise people won't enjoy the play, just wanting to...

:: Over ::

Over everyone, I'm eating tesco cookies and drinking a fruity australian red wine. This is the life. My brother has also just stormed out of the room - I'm pretty sure he needs a smoke, I remember him saying he was out of fags when I came in. I'd hate...

Now With 90% Less Metaphor

The weekend has so far been eventful. Apparently our good friend Cha5e wants myself and Dere0n to put together a couple of tracks on a demo in order for him to get us a contract and stick us in a few shops- as long as the contract has no bindings...

Music to a Deaf Leapfrog

I love trees, finding people, singing to closed windows and making kittens yawn. I love cordless phones and text messages, vanilla mail and old mixtapes. I love old friends, I love new friends, I wanted the best in life and I love the feeling I've found it. I love tight...

Come, My Pretties…

Right, got my head sorted- where it's at, it's at etc. I was looking from my window there and I noticed that everything had been bathed in a rich, golden light- for a second I honestly believed there had been something of a mistake, I was overexposing my cones and letting...

True Love

Being that being is becoming somewhat the same as becoming, I'm finding it increasingly difficult to find difficulty where none exists - ...take that as I will... - fuck everything that poses as a "one", sucking up the oxygen like a coughing french horn and actually... caring... Things are less...

The Anatomy of a Bullet

|shot| Not. As if. Everything's. Already been seen. I came across this last tuesday. Watching my infra-red mouse's irratic patterns. Let me start a course in sound engineering- looks fun- from Christmas we're recording. On Wednesday I get my magnetic security badge and they'll let me wander into Bury's finest, newest studio...