like a bird on a wire

i have tried, in my way, to be free

come and get it

it's apparently spring/

a bit of a blur

people who are fantastically decadent and spontaneous and who lead extraordinary lives usually only do so until their thirties, at which point they retire to the country and tinker with idle pursuits and frivolous hobbies.
this is only possible because of some acquired wealth

if i am to have this kind of life, i won't want it to last forever.
need to aqcuire some wealth or property

from some old fashioned book

i am twenty six. i feel twenty six. i have had twenty six years

life is more than alright.

TWENTY SIX

THIS IS MY BODY.

hey, that's no way to say goodbye

my computer broke at christmas and i had to reinstall everything, but i forgot to do last.fm, which i just did yesterday (as part of my investigation into whether the shuffle function on my media player has become self aware) and i'm pretty gutted it didn't scrobble all the leonard cohen and smiths i've been listening to for the past two months or so. it's creating some sort of identity crisis, and maybe i am spending too much time in my own company.

it seems worse than it is (a haiku)

I can't get a job
it's a fucking recession
bankers tending bar

that was a haiku btw

it's going to be okay
it's going to be okay
it's going to be okay
it's going to be okay


exhale
sigh

i'm sleeping on somebody else's bedroom floor. it's not too bad. nobody can find a job. warren gave me bananas. i came last at scrabble

i'm going to get a degree
i'm going to write the novel
but first
i need a job :(

what i did on the weekend

http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=rJZficYI2d8

it's heavy
death in my belly
and this is when your words sting

the sky from on top