Sunday, 24 March 2013




I am not 

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and then he commanded the waves ... 

and they did beat a retreat 



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shape shifting 

I shouldn't ha bin there 

4pm 

misc notes/draft 


with an emotional accompaniment 


you can write music 
sure is what you already do ... 

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her eyes are half 
closed and she loves his 
dress ... the door just made a 
retching vomiting noise like a screeching spook 

nudging about for the muscle 
and then a bit further in 
so she could grip it 

see how you like it 
the deluded trance of pain 

that taunts the music
with a razor scalpel fashioning 
petals out of the flesh  

and carve tattoos on you 
while you lay on the floor you 
look so cute when your hurt i could kick you 
like a puppy 

who says Uranus can't wear those 
I have a black glove we could 
play with  

so she was jumping 
on his stomp box with her
Chelsea boots when he takes 
off his high heel turns it round and 
jabs it literally into her cheek ... gripping the duvet ... 




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and i don't seem to realise when I'm hurting my fiends ... 

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breeding a strain of psychedelia 

and your review started off well Trix and 

then yes well um ... 

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ploughing those feelings into a different depth  ... 

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her life spirals out of control 
over run with electric cables 

she seems lightened when she gets up 

yes that is true well done .... 

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if i wasn't here what would you do 







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23.54   22.03.13. 

the place is completely over run 

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5.13.13   2.55am 


and do people ever have sex on purpose as part of the design process 










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