from a second story fire escape
I watch the prostitutes waltz
to the cry of the car alarm symphony
the hum of this city is my warm orgasm
ripening, spreading and pulsating
concealing our worst fears that occupy these streets
kids setting their hands on fire
and coffee stained books leaking
into bent necks and modern dance
oh how we danced
oh how we fucked
I got my grades for this year (80% average).
I met Yan for 30 minutes in a crowded train station. I didn't want to mention it, but I felt like we were having a secret spy meeting to discuss undercover info. It seemed inappropriate to mention, especially when he took a photo of my goofy expression.
I got a job at an ice cream parlour that's opening soon. Ice cream!
I got another job serving canapes and drinks and other things with a catering company. I had my first shift yesterday and today I'm struggling to put on my coat, my arms hurt so bad.
I've walked up and down many many stairs. My thighs feel firm.
I've just agreed to collaborate
...On sunny days on the bus through south London. :heart:
I have loads of work to do for uni. I'm building an installation in my bedroom, and when I pitched the idea to my tutor, she said I might be able to get a full room to set it up for the exhibition, but it's still early days. It's quite flattering, since first years are usually just told to suck it up and stick their work up wherever they can find space; and the idea of possibly being given a whole room is quite exciting! I have five more weeks on this project, which seems like a long time but will undoubtedly piss by with all the excitement of third term.
I think I have found somewhe
Who wants to be Tumblr-buddies? :lol:
In other news, a general summary of my life: horrible, terrible writer's block; slow but painful progress on my uni project; wonderful leaps and bounds on the knitted blanket I'm working on.