Devs Our Man

Live well, S.

Good Words:

Oblong

Bubble

Rubber

Nitwit

Jolly

Clam

Sellotape  

Flange

Skeleton 
 

London

Spices bring in the cats

looking for fried mice

and the scent of ancient petrol

Propaganda by the Metro

covers crispy bite of fish and chips

sip slowly from you icy drink

While the beggar slowly blinks

to a Caribbean beat sung with cockney slang

slung slowly on a child's dripping ice cream

Inexplicably green is todays city dream

forests of green domes and spires

sets fire to the soul of an underdog

And gives the delusional man in chinos

reason to live

reason to blog

To plug into you p h o n e 

and techin-coloured t e l e p h o n e 

The tired radio presenter mumbles

platforms steep

And the streets, finally silent in united London sleep.

L Returns

It's been a while, but like batman I have returned. Batman is pretty cool, like Reginald D Hunter. That is one cool dude! If you don't know him then look up 'Reginald D Hunter Live at the Apollo'. It's zer gut. S went to German exchange recently, and somehow (I'm impressed) got drunk with all our teachers around. To be honest the German teacher was probably already pretty wasted seeing as she was wearing a milkmaid outfit. I don't do German, I do Spanish and really I'm pretty disappointed in the Spanish. I love Spain and I want to show off my Spanish skills,but noone from Spain is willing to do exchanges with us. Are the English that untrustworthy? Even if they are I'm not English so it doesn't matter to me. Italian and PROUD. It was Valentines day a few days ago. Valentines day has always been a day where I pretend to be happy that I have no guy troubles and pretend that I hate guys anyway. That's probably because in my old school the only decent guy moved to Hong Kong. Well this year was unlike any other year in that i make a complete ARSE of myself in front of the person I liked. WOOHOO! But really I don't give a shit because it's all commercial and shit (or at least that's what everyone tells me...). So that's basically it.

Thoughts on anger.

And strange they may be. It so far seems L has forgotten the blog we just started creating, taking it to the graveyard of internet shit before it even saw the light of day, but that's fine these things do happen.

My mum says we are jelly. Don't worry shes completely sane (sort of) she says she saw this video of this cartoon guy and he was trying to avoid becoming chaos and before his eyes he starts melting and his body's spacing out and hes trying to pull it back together."Thats what feelings are like sometimes." She says in her sunny disposition voice she sometimes uses.

Like The Hulk when he bursts out of his shirt for no damn reason except that hes fucking angry. He feels compelled to rip of his clothes and genrally be a dick.

And I feel like I am The Hulk - i'm not saying that My eyes have no whites or that I have huge,green, Vainy breasts or anything - but in a way we all do.