Firstly.
Morrissey. What the fuck are you doing, allowing Marks and Spencer to butcher one of the best songs in the world??? I support your decision because I'm sure they're paying you plenty for it... and you've said you're happy with it... but having a small child singing "Please, please, please" to his parents because he wants PRESENTS is EVERYTHING I thought you were against? Fair enough I shop at Marks and Spencer but don't ruin works of art!! That song was meant to be about unrequited love and now it's just the whining of some little shitehawk who wants to make sure he gets whatever the latest toy is!!!! I'm disappointed but hope that the money goes towards helping find a label to release your album. I'm just glad I don't have a television because the advert sounds like an abomination.
Secondly.
I felt so MAD when I went down the street before. I think it was probably just me but I felt so mad at everyone. People walking too fast, people walking too slow... it really pissed me off and I'm worried about how bitter I'm becoming. I used to be scared to walk into shops on my own, now I burst through the door and bare my teeth (almost, anyway) at snobby shop assistants. I don't get it. It's probably survival instinct having kicked in. Let's face it there's nobody left to carry me mentally. I mean, it's fine, but I just don't know if other people do have a problem or if I'm just assuming everyone has a problem.
For example. I wore my big DM boots and I had a blue and grey stripey jumper on with leggings. I've got about a quarter of my head shaved in very close and I have my nose and lip pierced. Yet I was looked at like I was from mars. The guy that served me at the supermarket obviously thought I wasn't good enough to be in there.
Fuck all that. If I could afford to get organic veg delivered to my door I would fucking well do it. Unfortunately I can't so I just have to forgo my ethics in order to sustain myself.
It's not so much I care what people think, it's more that I wish they would think of something better to do with their time than look down their nose at people and judge them. I try not to judge anyone but when you get the reaction I did from a few people then I would probably feel justified in making assumptions.
Well I've already post-mortemed today's shopping exploits so I shouldn't bore you again.
I sat down this afternoon to tidy up my paints and ended up finishing off the big canvas that i started last night. I like it but I'm worried that it's a bit busy. I've got zero artistic talent... I just enjoy painting as my head tends to shut up when I paint and I always start popping out lines of poems. That happened today. It's like painting is sometimes the gestation period for sentences or titles for poems.
I've got two to work on so I might just post something in Words later on.
Right now I'm sitting listening to OMD and drinking my first glass of wine. I guess it's just going to be another quiet night in on my own.
That's ok though. I can deal with it. I'm not going to lose the plot through cabin fever like I did last night. To be honest I could have went up to Edinburgh and stayed with Ailsa and Colin but I didn't really feel like I was capable of socialising. I'm too skint as well... it's going to be baked potatos or ready brek until pay day. I wish I was better with money :-/
To be honest even if I had cash I'd probably still be doing this. I am a rock, I am an island. Although I'm tempted to see if old punk veteran Billy wants to visit next month for a few days... I see no shame in it just being he and I... I'm sure he would be able to help me write and paint a little bit better.
Life is so mundane. I need something to change or I'm going to go crazy.
Morrissey. What the fuck are you doing, allowing Marks and Spencer to butcher one of the best songs in the world??? I support your decision because I'm sure they're paying you plenty for it... and you've said you're happy with it... but having a small child singing "Please, please, please" to his parents because he wants PRESENTS is EVERYTHING I thought you were against? Fair enough I shop at Marks and Spencer but don't ruin works of art!! That song was meant to be about unrequited love and now it's just the whining of some little shitehawk who wants to make sure he gets whatever the latest toy is!!!! I'm disappointed but hope that the money goes towards helping find a label to release your album. I'm just glad I don't have a television because the advert sounds like an abomination.
Secondly.
I felt so MAD when I went down the street before. I think it was probably just me but I felt so mad at everyone. People walking too fast, people walking too slow... it really pissed me off and I'm worried about how bitter I'm becoming. I used to be scared to walk into shops on my own, now I burst through the door and bare my teeth (almost, anyway) at snobby shop assistants. I don't get it. It's probably survival instinct having kicked in. Let's face it there's nobody left to carry me mentally. I mean, it's fine, but I just don't know if other people do have a problem or if I'm just assuming everyone has a problem.
For example. I wore my big DM boots and I had a blue and grey stripey jumper on with leggings. I've got about a quarter of my head shaved in very close and I have my nose and lip pierced. Yet I was looked at like I was from mars. The guy that served me at the supermarket obviously thought I wasn't good enough to be in there.
Fuck all that. If I could afford to get organic veg delivered to my door I would fucking well do it. Unfortunately I can't so I just have to forgo my ethics in order to sustain myself.
It's not so much I care what people think, it's more that I wish they would think of something better to do with their time than look down their nose at people and judge them. I try not to judge anyone but when you get the reaction I did from a few people then I would probably feel justified in making assumptions.
Well I've already post-mortemed today's shopping exploits so I shouldn't bore you again.
I sat down this afternoon to tidy up my paints and ended up finishing off the big canvas that i started last night. I like it but I'm worried that it's a bit busy. I've got zero artistic talent... I just enjoy painting as my head tends to shut up when I paint and I always start popping out lines of poems. That happened today. It's like painting is sometimes the gestation period for sentences or titles for poems.
I've got two to work on so I might just post something in Words later on.
Right now I'm sitting listening to OMD and drinking my first glass of wine. I guess it's just going to be another quiet night in on my own.
That's ok though. I can deal with it. I'm not going to lose the plot through cabin fever like I did last night. To be honest I could have went up to Edinburgh and stayed with Ailsa and Colin but I didn't really feel like I was capable of socialising. I'm too skint as well... it's going to be baked potatos or ready brek until pay day. I wish I was better with money :-/
To be honest even if I had cash I'd probably still be doing this. I am a rock, I am an island. Although I'm tempted to see if old punk veteran Billy wants to visit next month for a few days... I see no shame in it just being he and I... I'm sure he would be able to help me write and paint a little bit better.
Life is so mundane. I need something to change or I'm going to go crazy.