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Swan Son of the Spick

the past sure is tense

About Me

no swimming. stitches. no foreskin. belly problems. valium. codeine. dirty music. stuffed pasta. naughty. riding dirt bikes on soft skulls. swigging/gulping/convulsing. saving diana from the car crash. paid to hide. paid to shit. professional. my decade. i follow you. on the pinch. boxes in boxes. people in windows. tired of incest. multicore. im wearing umbro shorts.

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My Interests

girls who wear colourful wellingtons,pretending to be jewish,writing a book, people on medication, art, music, a world without hippies, climbing trees, cycling and smoking cigars, sleeping,corn chips and humous, touching animals (only if they have hair)not washing, picking things, making quiet sounds, or high pitched ones, film, punching the air, people who like people (but not most people), the Jenni. travelling to as many countries as possible before i die, the french language, cartoons, comic books, training to be a contender on 'gladiators', the soft skin on the inside of my upper arm, following people, snooping generally, assuming, making up stories, the truth (how relative), lies, japan, photography, meals, the wild west, girls who call me sugar, becoming a farmer, making lists, snow, the vagina, drawing cocks on things, chihauhuas, sausages, becoming an adult, forests, oceans and seas, violins and pianos, watching planes (especially when the sun reflects off them, directly into my eye), carousels, dinosaurs, keeping 'it' together, hand claps in songs, plastic, neon, any food thats smoked, cigarettes, valium, grass, walking across fields to get to the edible yellow flowers, drinking from bluebells, laughing (at you and with you), irony, sarcasm, cynicism, the sky, books, space travel, history, dirt, robots, staged photography, girl's ears, pregnant women, women who like to dress as men (as long as they're really feminine), and i also like it when girls yawn, collecting finger and toenails,and my own hair, when Jenni says words like, seeds, peas, beans, beakers, beads, panini, sweets, green, tree, leaf, thinking too much about horrible things, honesty, cigarettes.

I'd like to meet:

all politicians so i can punch them in the mind. people who care about things i care about. people with passion (not plastic passion) a gothic indian take-away delivery boy. a joint rolling china man. a boy who shares his bed with dragons. a bearded man who blows himself kisses in the mirror. a 6ft 5 man who thinks he can fit into a teapot. a girl who uses a typewriter. a woman who writes letters to the local council about dog shit. prince. an old lady who looks like winnie the pooh (who only wears a red tshirt), who draws her eyebrows on.(like my grandma) a lady who has had one kidney removed. a talking mouse. mr nanny. the teenage mutant nija turtles so i can nail them. ants. (any) a ghost who died playing russian roulette. the children who live in the walls. (scratch scratch scratch) foxo-head. a poo pirate. Mr Meow. (i miss him) a taxidermist from hiroshima. satan, so i can sell my soul, in exchange for being amazing at puching cars in half. the people on the other end of the phone. my great grandparents. a chimp with 5 dicks and a glove for pants. Uncle acorn. chic. the entire cast of cheers. the creatures who invented concrete. dead whales. NOT nanny telly. i met her twice now and she gives me the horrors.

Music:

now mostly: belle and sebastian slint screaming tea party ex models child bite deerhoof

Movies:

favourites:gummo, lost boys, mister lonely, buffalo 66

Television:

is shiny on the front and inside there are a bunch of plakker bits stuck together. i cracked one open once and it was sticky inside.

Books:

story's about people getting clean, wasp plops and coming of age feelgood dramas.

Heroes:

my nan, shes a fucking bin-job. the voices in her head tell her to eat 8 narners a day.

My Blog

Hit it now, double loud.

Place doesn't exist without human interaction in the form of memories and an emotional relationship with the place. Without these factors it is only a space, a void. Especially in regards to the hig...
Posted by Swan Son of the Spick on Thu, 22 Nov 2007 02:09:00 PST

now, no, wait, now. no, now.

i looked out of the kitchen window on wednesday night and saw the weird guy who hangs around in the carpark outside. he was with a brown short haired dog, like a staffordshire bull terrier or somethin...
Posted by Swan Son of the Spick on Fri, 12 Oct 2007 01:58:00 PST

Nooooo, youre fine as you are. Skinny.

so. an odd day. i spewed my guts about how i feel. for someone born in surrey this is a general no no. hence why i had to. up earlier than a work day due to inlaws bizzare inability for hedonism and o...
Posted by Swan Son of the Spick on Sat, 18 Aug 2007 01:01:00 PST

Faced with apocolypse

"when a person dies he only appears to die. He/she is still very much alive in the past, so it is very silly for people to cry at his funeral. All moments, past, present and future, always have existe...
Posted by Swan Son of the Spick on Thu, 26 Jul 2007 12:39:00 PST

a new kind of same, SAME-SAME.

"you could have sworn that things were just thoughts that stopped halfway, which forgot themselves, which forgot what they wanted to think and which stayed like that, swaying to and fro, with a funny ...
Posted by Swan Son of the Spick on Wed, 20 Jun 2007 07:09:00 PST

Get the fuck off my cloud.

not much point me even writing effing blogs anymore, no one even gives feedback. useless wrongcocks.a rant:jeremy clarkson represents everything i hate in a man. hes sexist, homophobic, bigoted, makes...
Posted by Swan Son of the Spick on Thu, 24 May 2007 08:17:00 PST

Only the name of the airport changes...

some stuff i been thinking about in relation to my work, which at the moment consists of: photos of people from a window sitting on a bench and photos by torchlight.a) looking out of windows gives a f...
Posted by Swan Son of the Spick on Fri, 11 May 2007 04:58:00 PST

now all of this is and none of this was....

i got ringworm. off the gotes in the photo. i was told not to feed them. i did and they got excited. and i got excited and they escaped. and i had to restrain one. and i got rigworm off it. and its co...
Posted by Swan Son of the Spick on Mon, 16 Apr 2007 01:35:00 PST

Life aint so pretty in a town with no pity....

e numbers:100-199 - food colours200-299 - preservatives300-399 - antioxidants, phosphates and complexing agents.400-499 - thickeners, gelling agents, phosphates, emulsifyers.500-599 - salts and relate...
Posted by Swan Son of the Spick on Mon, 02 Apr 2007 03:59:00 PST

Sea of teeth......

there is an ad on here which says "catch a smoker lighting up." what kind of treachery is this? theyre banning smoking because its bad for us. since when did "they" care about us? and they are banning...
Posted by Swan Son of the Spick on Thu, 29 Mar 2007 05:22:00 PST