Well the evening always ends like this.

Well if I could tame all of my desires wait out the weather that howls in my brain because it seems that it's always changing the winds indecision the sorrowful rain yeah I was a postcard i was a record i was a camera until I went blind and now I'm riding all over this island looking for something to open my eyes but I still sing glory from my high rise and I will say thanks if you're pouring my drinks while the world waits for an explosion that moment in time, when we'll be set free so don't stay mad just let some time pass and in the morning you'll wake feeling new and if I don't come back i mean if I get side tracked it's only cause I wanted to i'm keeping up with the moon on an all night avenue.

love it.

and this is how i love you.

Jesus Christ, that's a pretty face
The kind you'd find on someone I could save
If they don't put me away
Well, it'll be a miracle.

Do you believe you're missing out
That everything good is happening somewhere else?
But with nobody in your bed
The night's hard to get through.

The nights hard to get through.

Ever since I was young your word is the word that always won. Worry and wake the ones you love. A phone call I'd rather not receive. Please use my body while I sleep. My lungs are fresh and yours to keep, Kept clean and they will let you breathe. Is this the way a toy feels when its batteries run dry? I am the watch you always wear but you forget to wind. Nobody plans to be half a world away at times like these, so I sat alone and waited out the night. The best part of what has happened was the part I must have missed. So I'm asking you to shine it on and stick around. I'm not writing my goodbyes. I submit no excuse. If this is what I have to do I owe you every day I wake. If I could I would shrink myself, and sink through your skin to your blood cells and remove whatever makes you hurt, but I am too weak to be your cure.

We were lulled into believing;

Fill the bathtub with ice and

Thing to do:

1. finish buying christmas presents for everyone
2. decide which photos of my work to send to glasgow school of art
3. start the '12' project
4. develop contact prints from some of my positive slides
5. decide what on earth i will do if i don't get into any of my unis

There will be no exchange of hands.

For a second I felt so brave,
Flowing through fault lines,
Wearing on my mind.

maybe i fell too fast;

maybe i pushed you away.

A wind came down.

Build your castle, start collecting stones, and the riverbed shall not be your home.

i miss you too.

Headlights or tailights, its a flip of a coin, but one day this coin will be worthless.

There was this book I read and loved, the story of a ship who sailed around the world and found that nothing else exists beyond his own two sails and wooden shell. And what is held within all else is sure to pass, we clutch and grasp and debate what's truly permanent, but when the wind starts to shift well, there's no argument now. I sing and drink and sleep on floors and try hard not to be annoyed by all these people worrying about me. So when I'm suffering through some awful drive you occasionally cross my mind, it's my hidden hope that you are still among them, well are you? Oh, you are the roots that sleep beneath my feet and hold the earth in place. Each time a curtain opens, sunlight pours in, a lifetime melts away, and we share a name on some picturesque grave.

There are things that are best left unknown.

Oh hands, don’t fail me now
They’re the only things I have left
Oh fingers, don’t let me down now
They’re the only things that I’ve got
Oh world come, come crashing down now
Oh hands don’t fail me now
Oh let me become deaf and mute to this
Oh hands don’t fail me now.

'As Our Lady of Disco, the Divine Miss Gloria Gaynor, has always sung to us,

"We will survive." '

The scenery grows.

Something is always happening in this city.
I get posters through the front door for gigs and club nights and posters in the street for clubs and venues and reminders from at least 4 different people of which is the cheapest/best night each night.
I could honest to god spend this entire year going out and checking out every club night and every venue and still have missed something awesome just around the next coner.
Music and dancing fuels everything. I dont even feel like I have to drink to have a good time. I just feel like I need good music and strobe lighting.
Art ideas speed up at me everytime we get a brief at uni, and it's incredible speaking to people who also want to do art for the rest of their lives.
I will never get tired of the rush i get when someone I speak to has heard of the same obscure artist/band/film that i have. Connections. Thats what im making right now.
In many senses of the word...