You say fuck you while laughing. That’s it. Easy.
Die! Die! Die! – A.T.T.I.U.D.

Mission of Burma – 2wice
Thoughts for your head
You say fuck you while laughing. That’s it. Easy.
Die! Die! Die! – A.T.T.I.U.D.

Mission of Burma – 2wice
I’ve been to the Big Day Out and St Jerome’s Laneway in the past week and it reminded be of some recurring thoughts I have at festivals or gigs.

Back by popular demand is this blog, or at least another entry for the adoring masses. Or mass. I don’t think I have enough people to read this to have more than one mass.
I’m doing this instead of doing study, and so this entry is allowed to be less wank more things that I can write easily and quickly and not care about. Day to day bullshit.


Lately I’ve been feeling that I’m smarter when I’m asleep - completely disconnected from the world and able to think untethered. Then I wake up and everything zooms back out of focus and onto what’s going on day to day.
Anyway, here’s another slightly disturbing idea I stopped myself falling asleep fully so I could write down because it seemed so strange:I’m reading a newspaper headline, and start reading first paragraph then look up to a friend and say, in a matter of fact voice, “I’d read more, but it’s blood”.
Even my half-dreams are pretentious now. 
Because I haven’t been dreaming about much weird crap before I fall asleep lately, but I caught myself a couple nights ago thinking about something truly strange. I was living through the memories of my grandfather in Russia, mid 20th century, and the whole thing was in black and white. I kept on seeing steel frames and a desolate rail road through the middle of Soviet nowhere. The thing is that neither of my grandfathers have ever been to Russia, and I don’t have a great-special link with either one. So that’s about it, I’m now pre-dreaming about crap that didn’t happen to my grandfathers.
People use the phrase to ‘cut your teeth’ on something as a way of saying that someone is gaining experience by doing something difficult, or with a steep learning curve and their teeth gradually blunt with time. Well I noticed how sharp my teeth are – now there’s some symbolism – and thought about cutting my tongue on my teeth, and how much that would suck. If I ran my tongue across my bottom teeth and one of them cut it open. Then I thought about cutting my teeth on my tongue, and that was just wankery.
OH
Imagine pulling the skin of your eye off. Grabbing the sclera and ripping it off, while your eyeball sat in it’s socket. Apparently Shakespeare invented the word ‘eyeball’.

(More like undressing you with his lies)
So I finally had some interesting thoughts again, I’m not sure what the end of January did to me, but it turned my head to cardboard.
1. Someone who reads their daily planner in bed each night, seeing what’s coming for him, and then eventually just the unwritten pages
2. A physiotherapy session involving popping, locking and dropping it.
In other news, I got my hands on Helvetica and made sum arts with my head.