Big fish ----- little fish

Physics lecture is the best time to let the synapses between my brains and my hands warm up, without using any unnecessary mundane day to day thinking processes. This specimen was done totally by my hand and my sub conscious, I think, because i dont knowwhat the hell its about. My vocabulary seems to be slowly descending down the little inlet to the sewer which can be found in wash basins, bath tubs etc.

Reading : Sandman : Endless Nights by Neil Gaiman. And Dave McKean's Cages. And my workshop journal (eeeyech!!!! i can taste the bleeding wood shavings, filed metal, coal dust, green sand and I am blinded by the dazzling spectra of what we know fondly as arc welding.)

And my latest favorite phrase : watchooo doin?????

Now playing: Dave Mathews - Crash Into Me

Je suis tres arty farty, comprenez - vous?

Arre baas bada naa yaar!!!!!

One crazy weekend, 48 crazy hours, very little sleep, couple of beers, way too many friends. Class was a party, canteen was a party, my room was a party, the party was a party, my head was a party and I was party to all these parties. I was caretaker, conaisseur, maitre de, partaker of many and user, abuser and consumer of many more.

And now im cleaning my room, my clothes, the cafe and tryin to get it all clean out of my head. The whole batch together, unleashed on a sleepy city, an unsuspecting hotel, we wreaked havoc, unleasing a spew of smoke, burps, swears, laughs and puke all over the place.

Damn nothing philosophical or even slightly intellectual this time either.

With blood on my hands. (literally)
W. Listener