Hey I got that dipsy doodle, I was looking to upgrade to a mojo, answers on a postcard please…
I told her that I could not drive, still she insisted I took the driving seat of her Rolls Royce car, “car, more like a tank” I scorned with a dry humorous expectance. She said “what” with zero to no enthusiasm for my sentiment whatsoever. So I started the motor and began to drive. It was steady on the way out of the mansion for a while, jus cruisin. We were soon approaching a lit up area from out of the dark bush surrounded little roads of the British countryside. I turned back to her and said “Is that a lampost?”, she kinda grunted at me, impatient to get some food for our traditional secret picnic somewhere in a buttercup field, blessed by the heated sun which is increased by joys of global warming, where I can sit under the shade of an apple tree as my white naked skin would get burnt in under 5 minutes. Then a thunderous thud and the whole tank of a luxurious and expensive car going into a brief earthquake movement later. Steadily cruising on, I was looking forward again, after a quick look in the door mirror I looked forward. “Well it was” I said, hoping the law would not find out we carried on as if nothing had ever happened in blissful yet apathetic silence…
Bass in my place be the washin machine, taste for spinnin round how it keep my clothes clean…
Who the fuck is Julio Iglesias?
Real smooth, real fuckin smooth, Dirrty!…
In the library I found myself drawn to books of illustrations, I will look at all the pictures in this book until it is no longer there. I am currently on my second one of these books. The last book was a book of women’s graffiti which I liked because it was done by women. And it had boobs in it too, which is always good. However this book soon disappeared from the shelves when the temporary library was switched to the new slightly bigger and bleaker looking library that it is now. I am now on The complete Zaha Hadid. Which is full of illustrations that I myself would have ended up drawing in the style of if I continued to do art at school.
As I only look at the pictures I do not pay much attention to the words, however on a brief encounter with the vocabulary I found it quite interesting and also a good source of amusement as the style of the vocabulary was very similar to one I encountered on a web page called “The art bollocks generator” that was sent to me as a source of bored stuff to look at by an old friend.
Based on this I have decided to compile a list of these words based first on this book and then perhaps on others.
I do not understand what a lot of it means.
This list will be updating as something to relieve my boredom…
Generic Art bollocks Words (and brief terms)…
Utopia / s
Subject Of Enviroment
Caverns (implied poetic environment)
Pierced Irregular Passages
Grass (Poetic like scenes in explanation of bleak architecture)
Done to Page 7 – Some quite intense writing.
Put in alphabetical order then continue list…
If I take on everyday Muslim habits like not eating pork and whatever else (or is that Jews?), but without being specifically as a faith. Would this make me partially Muslim and thus give violent Muslim people less to fight about in the long term with the great white man in the sky. Jews and Muslims don’t eat pork and there’s more of them than there are Hindus so it must be worse than beef. What about prawns? I would be doing what they kinda want, but there’s probably a good reason for it. Fight terrorism the peaceful way…
After spending a few weeks wandering around in a vest, and learning to appreciate showing off my male pale hairy bussom to unsuspecting onlookers, I have all of a sudden realised that I look like a total idiot. I am not the muscular adonis that perhaps I perceive myself as. I have replaced all my tshirts with low cut vests so I have kinda trapped myself in this image until I can get to the big sainsburies and buy some more t-shirts. Or next week maybe at other stores, I threw away a lot of my old clothes because they got a bit smelly and I hate to clean for some reason. People rarely visit my home, my friends all want me to visit them. People are selfish or just don’t wanna sit in a place with no tv I suppose, and its messy. I do notice that I am happy to help people tidy at times but they do not always appreciate it, its strange I can be considerate to the feelings of others a lot more than I can be to the feelings of myself. I have slowly changed some of this as people like to push you further which is totally out of line. Which is why I am learning to push in front of bus ques, also I have been not taking cups and plates back up when I eat in places as practise too.