the provincial minds of elderly women and there broken machinery |
at least be confused about the wine and dine of saturday afternoon appearance is sweet what is underneath what is underneath making plans do the right thing over the clouds that hide the moon sucked u...
Posted by arran on Sun, 13 Apr 2008 11:00:00 PST |
a reminder |
Right! Where to start? I guess I could sum up what Im doing at the moment. Hanging out in my room at halls with a can of carlsberg thinking how the fuck did I get here and where did all the time go. I...
Posted by arran on Sun, 04 Nov 2007 01:35:00 PST |
standard |
Hi and thanks to whoever is checking this bullentin out. This week is going to be a very productive and interesting one. On tuesday (24/07) night I will be playing a show at No. 10 in Bridport, if yo...
Posted by arran on Sun, 22 Jul 2007 08:08:00 PST |
uninteresting self gossip |
London always leaves things unfinished in the underground station ideals spill out in all directions conversations in turnstiles like the picture in a movie as the hero wins the girl then takes her to...
Posted by arran on Mon, 04 Jun 2007 03:40:00 PST |
a day |
Pulled a column from times newspaper and pinned it to my bedroom wall, as an indication that this world I'm in is not my own. I walked the stairs up and down, pacing slowly to the rhythm of my shoes....
Posted by arran on Mon, 16 Apr 2007 11:12:00 PST |
a lomography lens |
my eye sight is a lomography lens. twist's and turn's this town into a comfortable shape. hidden like a tunnel; from walls translucent echoes; it knows me better than I fake it.
like morning bird...
Posted by arran on Fri, 13 Apr 2007 04:01:00 PST |
boredom, doodle |
Im bored, so I figured Id write a serious blog rather than just talking rubbish. I getting all these letters from my uni about loans and accomadation. Really starting to kick in now and its so weird i...
Posted by arran on Sun, 18 Mar 2007 04:33:00 PST |
borrow this box that collects inkspots |
Box cart lovers with pin curled looks.
Misplace the keys to there hinges.
Bounded by loose string.
The fact that the hearts ignite each others is reason alone, to set a train from its tracks.
How...
Posted by arran on Fri, 09 Feb 2007 09:36:00 PST |
The Lips of The Coast |
The lips of the coast have opened out in every direction as I am counting people near the bed of the sea to see which their taking. Where will it go from here? tell the wind to elevate my arms into ev...
Posted by arran on Sat, 17 Jun 2006 04:44:00 PST |
05/02/06 |
Ok, so today I have successfully managed to do abosulutely nothing at all. Im not sure if anyone gets that feeling where there staring blankly at work and they know what to write but theres something ...
Posted by arran on Sun, 05 Feb 2006 10:59:00 PST |
