sweet jes

what is this

a monstros

anyway i did it my way

groovin up slowly

lets get in the car and let it take us anywhere

cos im younger

than i'll ever be

and older than i ever was

water on the holder

champagne

yees champagne

so sweet and fine

join the party

you wont need an ounce

you wont need a voice

you just need

forwards

heres a pickle

spinning

down to the bones

she's like tinkerbell... she dies when you dont believe in her

work is the best cure for anything

get yer brain washed

large pizza

whats the difference between a fine art degree and an extra large pizza?

you can feed a family on an extra large pizza.

lucky pressure

money

money gives one thing only............................. C H O I C E

you, your hand in mine

'if neurotic is wanting two exclusive things at one and the same time then i'm neurotic as hell. i'll be flying back and forth between one mutually exclusive thing and another for the rest of my days.'

buddy put his hand on mine.

'let me fly with you'

he said

ive known you for a million years

there is no episode 10

only once

i think of your journeying into the abstract. thats a cool journey.

only once

we had the time

only now

riddled in ideals

ripped up inside.

only now i get invited in - where my surface gets scratched up and eaten.

unlike you, i had it easy

omg

HIGH on life.

with the help of:

leftfield

bare branches

social interaction

bob dylan

pumpkin seeds

rolling hills

red berries

morning mist

clear skies

radiohead

radiohead

radiohead

playing guitar every day

walking fast

laughing

japanese

cleaning

precision

telling it like it is

thanks.

damn that elephant in the room

incase you wondered

we don't change, we adapt

gemini

roses are red violets are blue im schizophrenic and so am i

chat in amsterdam

If we're having so much fun, how come I'm crying every Monday? Is it just to cancel out the laughter from Thursday 'til Sunday? I spend the next two days in bed and wonder what it's all about, and when I start to feel okay I know it's time to go back out. I've had the same look on my face for the last two lonely years. Twenty-four months of bargain pills, cheeky lines and stolen beers. In all the pictures that I've got, my eyes are so black and wide, and if you look long enough you'll see there's not much life inside. A new host for my heart is what I thought I'd never find but fate, as always, intervened. And now I've got a girl in mind, and I'm meeting her next week when we get back home to Glasgow. That's if we even make it and don't get buried in the Dutch snow. And if my instincts are right, I will fall in love and then we can have a laugh from time to time, but you won't see me there again. When I get home in the morning, Trisha's hosting a debate - If you don't like the fish you're catching then you've got to change the bait.

prettya

Sick of drugs and dancing feet
Sick of bars where people meet
Smell of crotch and sheets not clean
Hairy men in magazines
Every city looks the same
Running from the threat of rain
Pillow talk that's just for one
Saturday get nothing done

Lie to me
It takes less time
To drink you pretty

Lie to me
It takes less time
To drink you pretty

Human seas of apathy
Nuclear catastrophy
Jumbos crash into the ground
Governments sleep safe and sound
Mornings glisten cold and bright
Organs stolen every night
Can of beans and fast boquet
Double jackpot give away

Lie to me
It takes less time
To drink you pretty

i saw her sweet face underneath the burning lantern

the changing city. its full.
hey orion, the dog's chasing the rabbit, the bull will get got. you have a rather nice shiny belt.

big ideas

what says the free man?

nothing

what is the preacheR?

\scared.

tell the truth tell the truth

happier to help....

the reader

happy to help

thanks for asking

where you are

where were you? and how was i? the sky is clear cos there are no lights. to your health, to my soul we have the liquids to pour. but we're poor. and im going home.

'the same doorway that leads us in and out of a room also leads us into the past of that room and its ceaselessly unfolding future.'

grow grow

destination marks the spot yeah? not going back to bed.

totally flawed

(bully central), directed at me. get behind here and show me how, its just unbelievably rude. wrinkled vacant and silent. soft beige cotton wool floats above the sheep fields, melting faster every evening. and a lonely walk home finds a massive lightbulb puncturing the void. all is calm, all is slight. i'll be back again. no speaking. long stares. that determination sets us free, we get to live later. not now. take me to last year, 'take me to your leader', take me away as I myself did. i was explaining greige to them in my dream, always hiding.. abandoning them each day to a house of morons. burn it out, see it there.

life is so simple

car window shines through, just as skinny cows find their cud to chew. over flat plains and shanty towns, big rocks punctuate, furry green. drew a circle around a self. so close to that matrix, a self taught inspired act. outnumbered. i woke in the dead of night, arranged in a scrum amongst mice droppings, something injected my forehead with pain. immediately panic sets in. in the jungle, with no lights and only the sounds of ocean + accompanying insects. i would be gone. just couldnt keep eyes open while brain burned. if i am neutral, everything else is a positive or negative. man walks in the water and disappears. you know what? barren.

i've been dreaming

johnny twilight

its been 9 years and 2 months since johnny left his mother in berlin. this journey is like no other. this journey will never end. 9 years, 5 countries. some people do 50 countries in 2 months. he hates those people. he takes others trekking in malaysia to earn his bread. this makes a daily budget of $13, he can show a girl how to live on $5 a day. And its all or nothing for Johnny. He does everything in blocks of 30 days, months at a time of torture or pleasure. Pub street in siem reap, 30 days of beer swigging and triple cheese pizza. checks out the birds, head bangs to pearl jam. then 30 days of isolated island, not speaking to a soul. eating 3 noodle soups per day, rising at 5, sleeping at 6. the countryside bores this city soul, but there he will stay for the prescribed time scale, to prove something. he likes to watch the western girls in their bikinis. he thinks he's more animated after 4 cans. i think not. johnny can never return, i feel he's done something bad. he calls his parents every 6 months, fearing the worst every time. they are getting old. it is the ultimate limbo stage, no where really to remain. he has gone a bit crazy with all this time away. it feels like its still 2000. 'hey old man take a look at my life... im alot like you...'

hide from time

siem reap

when dipping in and out of lands, you get to visualise your version of theirs. friendly, sober, sad, watchful, still, knowing. even the cows look sad here. most are a sack of bones with thin white skin draped sagging low.. the faces have seen most and now we enter bearing fresh dollar bills. you think you know, for sure you dont want cheap souveniers. you think you have judged but you'll never get in. red dust flies into our faces, caked on cheap sunglasses, a track can exhaust some black on you. at night you'll never sleep, be it for some animal noises or insect fear. or heat, sheer fog inside. pumpkin bellies, uploading to facebook. some sit alone, waiting to be approached, suddenly friendly. its easy to feel lost in a land, amazing to feel comfortable and welcome. crystal powers, brainstorming for answers.

oversurprised guy

small and dry and roasted. the gunge has decended into pockets of drain and the drips hang steady overhead. a flock of red ones arrive with large pouty lips, armed with glossies and malboro. withered bubbles errupt, sucking out moisure with every breath. there is no where to hide from this heat, no power. even the breeze is warm and brings no relief. locals look us over curiously until a smile beams back, then is retaliated. warmth all around, chilli in the crowd. mountains looming over lakes, showing off almost. go and rest.

so how long have you been on rabbit island?

25 days.... dont you fuckin worry

sweat

white marks dry. dust in eye. smile for your life. trodden away in a thirsty sleepless night, waking only to wipe sweat from creases. we share the space, becomes laden with the smells of the street, exhaling bodies tired. meat on sticks sweating still, drinking too much sugar to dull it down. still smiling, restless mind. ive forgotten most things that used to worry me. still smiling, there;s lots to smile to, still eating, still feeling fine. nordic voices walking around, and some have been 'on the road' for too long, some say it gets to them eventually. forget who they are and why. they have a claim to some place, so they shout at others. ive forgotten my old floor, my frown lines. little girls beg to go swimming. they beg for a ride. nothing free. drum and bass remixes, everyone having a go. where shall we go? there's a bamboo hut, $2 a night. permission to breathe. still smiling.

3 days half the size

there is a waterfall within, churning intestines and then a stab in the backside. the sickness that was eventually destined has occurred, and continues to steal time. battled through yesterday with joy, to witness pure green, pure craft, faith and relaxed facial expressions. beautiful tattoos, mysterious children, skill i never thought possible. on a quiet island, finally south of the equator. to think i had never crossed this line, the furnace continues to burn. the weight loss has been rapid. the sea has so much energy, you cant even touch it. you could lose yourself here, and find it again. four ant bites form a diamond shape on the collar bone, the black volcanic shimmer of the afternoon too hot to walk across. skinny skinny girl parks nearby on a tea-towel, baring bones. i could stay here. i could live here. these people know. (the topic of coin you see... its different for everyone)

to preach

why do you not care for yourself? listening to campaigns for better living, doctrines of wisdom and the conclusion of false promises. another lying politician, another dead crab. a little ghost town to serve your little life as it passes by, all the ghosts meaningless and selfish. a crumbling temple falling into the sea. a room of golden idols with donation box. why do you not care for yourself? they chant and offer enlightenment. hands are smeared with oil and MSG, it courses through the blood network. take on a different role, be a leader. a pioneer. have some bloody courage.

for the generous

our generation is a little cloudy, a little shapeless. shaped by hidden forces. a lack of complex carbohydrates sucks in the flesh and cries out. in a few days it will be gone, a harsh land. political despair, moving cities in dreams. bollywood music permeates, rocks absorbing water. mouse afternoon, mood lowering as it begins to pour.

brings me back

totally flawed and back again. kneaded, pressed, hung out to dry. all in one, the foggy horizon beckons the afternoon storm. the clouds can keep turning in front of us, I am impressed. fruits everywhere, in their natural places unsteady, ready for export. im ready for my afternoon drink, placing soul in front of solar power. swinging around shouting loud, getting heads to turn. totally floored, all over. teeth smashed, blood everywhere. get the medics, fix me up.

just say it

self indulgent load, full and skimming. prickles and pies. lets talk again later?message for free, dollar here. birds nests hanging, just ripped away.

come back

metabolic speed, natural seed means the end of hidden sightings. skin slithers and melts, reptilian evils. muscle pull me, they are gone, and back again. to be en plein air. to feel the water all over and move within it, missing mornings, missing future tumours. feeling this way, as i was a girl once. would i be recognised if it were in 5 years time.. all gone and singing quietly, feeling the daggers of the past.

i still think im right

dishwashers, we need them. so so swollen, this thickened blood runs into them. the flowers fall into the water and perfume. it looks pretty for them. they can breathe underwater, I cant see. they are feasting on me while i work, i can fall into water later. in abundance of wanting, i am now happy.

concrete woods

barking dog, easter. its easter. last one was a party, vodka and peach by 3pm. dance all night. trying to starve, mandarin fail. so many wants. cleared a forest or 5, made space for 800 bodies out there. 3rd green tea, heart weakens. a surprise thickens. she is blue. she is silent. no, she has many things to discuss with you.

working, im working on it.

somebodys down

so you see. saw the whispers, saw the light. saw them mate for life. legs were tense, arm numb and worse thoughts of illness crept in. so they saw, massive wall preventing escape. no attempt was even made, they were so lazy. leisure pleasure, mass meetings to discuss nothing at all. pay day came and went, like a faithful swine. there was beauty in the sky, no one seemed to notice. small blisters gather on my arm, angry water babies. we saw no fish. they have all been eaten. rewards were rife, im not so sure im not. not. little boy knows just what to do. so clever, he's tapped in. safe forever. a little motor in my brain, a little palpatation.