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.
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 schoolsocial and police paranoia, mindlessly eating chocolate bars, can't read, falling asleep in your clothes and waking up with the light on
Jesus. Sounds like something out of a Dickens novel.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