God in the pavements

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Once you get the eye for them, they all share a pattern:

The large central splodge

small sharp craters out to the sides

A single shooting line which indicates the flight path and speed

I love them, I've got a notebook somewhere just of these drawings and countless photos
 

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Just found these on my phone, they're from a walk I did ages ago, from manchester, trying to follow the river Mersey all the way to the sea, which is a surprisingly tricky endeavour, as it's blocked off in a lot of places. These are from when it widens out before Warrington and starts to become an estuary, theres a huge sewage works and bridge over to it. These markings were on the bridge.

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James Joyce, Ulysses:

Ineluctable modality of the visible: at least that if no more, thought through my eyes. Signatures of all things I am here to read, seaspawn and seawrack, the nearing tide, that rusty boot. Snotgreen, bluesilver, rust: coloured signs. Limits of the diaphane.
 

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Lidl label laid flat

 

woops

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one of the worst parts of the teenage weed experience is that not only are you sitting in a dingy flat with the curtains drawn and fucking cypress hill on again, you're also using shit paraphernalia cobbled together from rubbish, can-pipes, schorched kitchen knives, plastic bags, disgusting bongwater smell in your face, burning your clothes, stupid joints that fork into two or are two feet long, it's horrible really nothing celebratory about it
 

woops

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social and police paranoia, mindlessly eating chocolate bars, can't read, falling asleep in your clothes and waking up with the light on
 

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its the worst but also the best. i went to this one guys house once, he had buckets set up, but if you wanted one, you had to go in this little cupboard, cos it stank so bad. So your in this dark smelly cupboard, door jammed shut, very uncomfortable, completely awkwardly using this horrible smelly bucket, then you get totally wasted and have to remember to tap on the door so you could come out
 

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social and police paranoia, mindlessly eating chocolate bars, can't read, falling asleep in your clothes and waking up with the light on
yeah i once went to friends house straight after school to get lean, woke up in my uniform, it's time for the bus back to school, i've falled asleep in an armchair, no time to have a shower, have to go back to school
 

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its the worst but also the best. i went to this one guys house once, he had buckets set up, but if you wanted one, you had to go in this little cupboard, cos it stank so bad. So your in this dark smelly cupboard, door jammed shut, very uncomfortable, completely awkwardly using this horrible smelly bucket, then you get totally wasted and have to remember to tap on the door so you could come out
Jesus. Sounds like something out of a Dickens novel.
 
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