Its been a while baby

Its been a while since iv written anything on here. Its been a while since iv written anything. I have a strong feeling not being at university has played major part. Iv had no real desire to stay remotely literate. In fact I spent my holiday doing quite the opposite however thats another matter.

Since I last wrote not a lot has changed about the world, well a girl uploaded a video of herself being fucked in the arse by her beloved pet staffordshire bull terrier. Honestly, I just dunno. No words or thoughts could illustrate the backwards feeling that ran up my spine when someone showed me in some kind of perverse viewing on an iPhone. Lets face it, reality is getting hilarious. At one time you had to gain the nerve to catch some kind ten minute preview on the channels that hide amongst foreign news channels and cbbc. Now I can watch cross species sex in HD at a matter of silent request. Bliss.

My band play our first show on thursday night at the actress and bishop. I have not played music live in a very long time, so I cant deny the nerves making their own guest appearance.  However iv wanted to play in this band for so long, I kinda just wanna bust this one out. We got some sloppy jams to play, our opening number 'Crypt' is something I look forward to swoonin' out

we on about 8
if u dont come, fuck u u u

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BAD MOON

After many months of waiting, our demo is finally out. It is no masterpiece. But I must give my thanks to Reece Hayden, who produced the entire thing in his bedroom. And did a god damn good job of it too. The songs that are presented are songs written by myself and my dear friend Dr Lovewar. We have written many more and plan to play our first cluster of shows in the new year.

https://soundcloud.com/badmoon

The demo can be heard in the link above.
Please give any feedback on our facebook page or whatever.

ppppppp.

Well by while i mean a few days. Iv been busy, iv just come out the ass end of a three hour train journey. It went faster than first thought.

These days I really felt like the spectator of my own self sabotage. Letting life run free with all my own decisions. Judgment never really came in to it. When it came to money, Judgement never really came in to it at all. Impulsive acts have gotten me so far, so i figure they'd get me a little further. On the way home I sat on the bottom floor of the 126. Making the transfer between wolverhampton and home. I was almost home, ready to take a piss I had been waiting to do for about one hour and twenty minutes. My bladder was no true friend in the war against reality on this melancholy trip.

for me, money became valuable at only one time. When there was severe lack of it. I am the universes most warped financier. You could even argue that i was worse than George Osbourne, no actually. No you could not. However I have no dept perception and my overdraft is a table cloth. I knew where money should be kept though, I never lost it in a physical sense. A homeless man chased me for some change he heard jangling in my pockets in the subway earlier. Hell id probably have stopped and given him some if he didn't wear a look on his face that said I will piss on kids for whiskey.

The roads near my home were glazed in ice. This was a terrible ordeal when your only wearing brown leather boots with no grip whatsoever. The air was born of ice and december had made its firm grip on my psyche. Cold shit.

University.

So far, i have to confess. I have not enjoyed university as much as i thought i would have. I think this is because i probably dont live in halls here. All the people in halls have their own niche, cant blame the poor bastards they have had to make friends. All of us home dwellers are the social outsiders in our own town. The place is no where near as social as i would think. People here really are not as diverse or forthcoming as first thought. This place reminds me of college more than anything minus the pot. 

   This is defiantly a place of learning. Not social interaction. It should be though. Or maybe its just me, iv always had the dark suspicion i am socially sideways. People dont generally take to me, iv never been a popular character. But in a place like this i imagined it to be more of a

place where the notion of popularity was readily eradicated. In fact no,

I am wrong. Popularity is not the problem here, it seems to be a lack of desire to meet anyone you haven't  met already. Peculiar. Sociability has made its swift exit. 

Court

ko u   r t

Last night i dreamt that I was appearing in court. I was a witness to a boy called jordan who had ran down two girls in a jeep. I was riding with this character in the passenger seat. The hearing was not in a court though, more like a court yard. All the people involved in hearing were circling the courtyard like un-organized cattle. A voice shouted out "anyone who's fingerprints were involved in the crime please come forward". 

I felt this was somewhat me, as I walked briskly to the counter where the suited man was standing. He said nothing, stared at me frantically with a look of 'why'? Blistering confusion came over me. Why was I here? Was I even ment to be here? The man finally broke his silence and asked "please put out your hand"

I put out my hand with some hope I would be able to leave his glare. He simply painted my index finger nail with red nail varnish. And pointed me in some direction. I wondered off, finding myself in a silver room. A woman sat at the table, she was also in a suit. "Hello, I am your attorney. I think you should sit down. get a drink if you like" 

I went to the soft drink dispenser in the corner of the room. It puzzled me as to why a soft drink dispenser would find itself in an establishment as formal as this one. It has only one nozzle. Labelled 'green fanta'. The green fanta was delicious. It tasted refreshing, it went down with a fruity fizz. But what fruit was this? who knew, I know I didnt. 

I took a seat with my attorney. Why did I have an attorney? i was a witness not the defendant or was I? the room began to expand. Turning from a cube to an elongated rectangle. Obtuse in every way. Breathing, like proximity around me had a pulse. At this point I awoke.

puzzled.

WE REALLY REALLY NEEDED 16' INCHES OF MEATBALLZ. SORRY.

Music industry is finally over.

what a weight torn swiftly from my shoulders. The module was not what i was expecting or was it? Maybe i should have expected it all. The industry even from the outside looks like one fucking hell of an ache in the balls. But fuck it, its over. Done. Finished. I feel free, well almost. I now have to embark on assignment two.  A post modern analysis of fear and loathing in las vegas. By theory an easy task, but not when you have to reference the fuck out of every claim you make.

welcome to bcu.