I liked to read words on a sunday. And feel them slip-slide down my throat. Or plunging into a pool of mud. Taste words as I read them but. Now I find I prefer to. Eyes across a page, fingers on a spine. I collect hollows without meanings. I had english literature beforehand. But we started in the art block.

Everyone says ive lost weight but no one says im skinny yet like what does it fucking take. Starting up a new week.

My gripe is not about the poster asking for help, this is an excellent way of sourcing material and getting ideas that may otherwise have passed you by. Last night I did s.

You cannot retire too much from the mindless chatter of the world. Wednesday, October 13, 2010. Ok, reviving the sad little blog with a tribute to my children, who love murdering marshmallows. Thursday, February 25, 2010. Testimonies on the Poverty Simulation. Monday, February 8, 2010. So what did we do during the weekend? Why bother learning about poverty? .