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Grant James John Evans

About Me

In my attempts at being abstract over the years i have come the conclusion that i am neither interesting nor unique. Nor very abstract for that matter.I am currently writing my first book-type-thing. And i maintain a quasi-interesting blog. GO READ IT. ITS OVER THERE SOMEWHERE.I enjoy drawing blood in people's eyes and skirting around issues.My band is called Pokkuri. THEY'RE NEAR THE BLOGS SOMEWHERE.I tried to make films but failed but still aspire to make.I miss my girlfriend constantly even when we're in the same room. She has to be within 4 feet of me at all times to keep me balanced.I like squirrels. His name is Squirrelly something. I forget. I feed him and watch him eat. He has a girlfriend too. But he never misses her.Never mind all that, it isn't about me more what i am, a poor excuse for a writer/musician/filmmaker/human with a deluded self image and heightened sense of self importance. For your own good stop reading this shit and listen to some jazz. Ofcourse that in itself is deluded. I am not worth knowing about.

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Bad News

I'm sure you are all expecting something from Grant here and it to be funny but i'm sorry i have to report his death on the weekend. He died in a car crash late satyurday night. I know he woud have wa...
Posted by on Tue, 22 Jul 2008 03:43:00 GMT

Leather container

If my penis was a satchel i would keep your facial products and toiletries in it. I would make sure they didn't puncture my tube by wrapping them in bubble-wrap, this would help protect them from the ...
Posted by on Fri, 11 Jul 2008 17:42:00 GMT

Dirty bastard

She kissed the floor. He always made his victims kiss the floor. He stood behind her and lifted her to her knees. Her face still pursed against the solid wood floor. He spat on his finger and rubbed i...
Posted by on Mon, 02 Jun 2008 15:13:00 GMT

Costume Drama

..TR>   It was cold outside. I knew that because i had only recently entered my house. My house was warm inside. If it had been moist i would have said it was like being back inside my mother'...
Posted by on Sat, 17 May 2008 05:10:00 GMT

Goodbye

I am leaving the myspace areana. I won't be deleting this profile, partly because i can't find the delete button and partly because i'm the kind of twat that will come back in 6 weeks like i never sai...
Posted by on Mon, 25 Feb 2008 06:02:00 GMT

A day in Paris

If you're going to rip it off Then do it quickly Don't let the sound of my voice put you off Grab it in the corner and pull it fast. I promise i'll still love you. Even if you take the skin with it. A...
Posted by on Mon, 18 Feb 2008 08:52:00 GMT

I can do things

I can say, "Hello". I can close my eyes. I can smell test tubes, I can give out nicknames. I can act surprised. I can draw corners. I can use free samples. I can sell bread. I am proud of myself....
Posted by on Thu, 14 Feb 2008 05:17:00 GMT

If I can see it then it must be real

  Short. Down in the distance. Squatted. Far away but in sight. In plain sight. Not a care in the world. That it could be seen. Eating throat lozenges and custard creams. Playing with it's testi...
Posted by on Wed, 13 Feb 2008 05:19:00 GMT

Lozenge

I saw them crack the Locket. Slowley, releasing its strangely arousing essence, the liquid poured from the broken throat sweet. I had no idea it would look like that. I'd never seen it naked before. T...
Posted by on Tue, 12 Feb 2008 06:09:00 GMT

under garments

You dare wear a fucking petticoat and i'll snatch the life out of you. I'll cut your throat and stuff that fucking nighty wannabe into your gullet. If you think it helps with the cold or if you are ju...
Posted by on Mon, 11 Feb 2008 05:25:00 GMT