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Not the past few months
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Many times the yellowed air has swung in and out of life, many changes have blown in from this breeze, and much neglect has collected in the recesses of this here place. Last night, a Myspace message outgrew itself and was left bloated and unsent. Now, in what feels like rather a new stage in my times, with new weathers afoot, it feels right to give the ripened concoction a proper home and let it dust away the cobwebs from these green surroundings.
Forget the past months of silence; have the past couple of days. An account! Harrison-centric. Sleep-questionable.
The empty home has been used to its prime, I would say. With that excellent buzz of ramblings captured so well by brainstorming surfaces, the two of us first went a-exploring and uncovered what has to be the best place in Glasgow. The hilltop husk of a building sandwiched between posh flats; miraculously accessible - diagonal beams in draughty windows rising unhindered to the roof, interplaying the moonlight to prodigious but unthreatening effect and leaving one with a sense that black and white really is the way to see the world.
Back at base, late night sophisticates gradually become early morning slobs: fireside liqueurs fuel theorising and reminiscence to the soothings of Coltrane melody dancing with freak log sparks, until slowly it all turns pot noodle and mindless soaking in shitcoms. Shut-eyed, I abstained somewhat, but the teletube sped on for one determined Harrison.
This is what all night was invented for.
-krring
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Hoorah, says I, I says, I do. Is this to be an anomaly? If so, I expect not a reply but a twitch otherwise.
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With any hope, not an anomaly at all, no. If I get stuck, I've always got two and a half board's worth of brainstorming to publish. It shouldn't come to that.
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If it does, though, I'm fairly sure they'll throw me out.
While visiting Eno, I came across headnightwords converted into sculptural form. It was quite nice really.
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Anna