Anthropomorphic Madness Sunday!

I'm sitting in getting pissed on msn,
talking to Rhysy and Dais
They're also getting pissed.


we'z nerdacloholics.

I'm trying to remember what age I realised pancake tuesday wasn't a proper holiday...

I'm digging this shoot, found through Dazed Digital originally in An Other Magazine.

Photographer: Horst Diekgerdes Stylist: Katy England

On a lighter note

I'm going to draw one picture in msn every day from now on, I'll post the past few days work.



Pancake Tuesday,

I want to stay in bed and die.
"that's alright, you're an artist, artists don't do anything until they're depressed"

I'm sick of living and I want to lunge my head into a toaster
"Think all you want, musicians don't write decent music until they're depressed"

I have stubbed my toe on the edge of existance and I want to shove myself infront of a speeding train.
Ah yes, but you write poems, poets don't write their best work until they're depressed.
(fucks to that)

I would rather use my hands to wring my own neck than touch another piece of clay.
Of course you would, but you ought to sculpt a masterpiece, because you're depressed.


And the paradox kicks in,
In the great struggle to express your distaste
Your creativity crawls toward a peak
but because everything you do and say is something
that makes your distaste for yourself grow
everything created gets cast aside


and you create a symphony of moans,
melancholy and desperate
and give up on music.

your poems fall short of any standard,
bitching and biting,
flowing like oil in a pond full of ducks.

sculpt your own demise
and claw for somebody to tell you how you feel
fall short of any standards
fall short.

shut up

Aim for my head.












thanks.

Alcowank

Hey everybody, (there's less that ten of you, guaranteed...)

From now on, Sunday is "Anthropomorphic Madness Day" where I give you the Cremé de la cremé of anthropomorphic internet madness.

this week.



Jason Williams, the yelling goat.

look at him go, yelling like a real person. Causing distress at every given interval, stowing away under bridges and luring unsuspecting heroic Turks into his nightmarish labyrinthine lair...

AWESOME NEW COINOPERATED TANNING SALON COMING SOON TO BRITAIN



Jesus Christ.

Alright Chowheads,

Get ready to have some thoughts ejaculated into your blogbranes.







Hey y'all, check it out. It's Woody Allen, and he's coming out of his shell...

Woody Allen was always something of an idol for me, he managed to be nervous and neurotic and still get birds, his skinny neuroticism makes people laugh, cry , and quote... why? Possibly just because it was on a screen... where's my large screen? My skinny neuroticism doesn't do very much at all, other than inconvenience me and make me drop expensive electronic equipment, a shatter of plastic and battery on a dodge ridden, chewing gum pavement...

goodnight cats.