minxes/sphinxes; you're not a baby if you fear the world.  i've been awful at corresponding with my nearest, dearest and dreariest lately and i'm sorry.  all i want to do is listen to tina t and crimp my hair.  i have a job working in a pub!!!  anyone that comes in under the age of 60 is a boy and ALL females are lassies and my favourite regular is called rodney.  his arms are coated in tattoos of british bull dogs and his mouth has more gaps inside it than a battleship board with not very many ships left, if ships were teeth.  he likes pints of heavy and young people with ambition.  anyway i'm off tomorrow until friday so holla in the membrane, i'm going to glasgow at about 6am this morning (did you just check your watch, did you just check the date?) to see you.  come to my house on thursday PM for drinks, winks and that one by the kinks.  christine is back on thursday so we're celebrating.  i keep using the same word twice and that's not like me.  i'm tired.  love from kirstin. x

to _______, as promised

my first letter is in the spell, but not the book
my second letter is in the fright and also the shook
my third letter is in the cauldron, but never in pot
my fourth letter is in the net and also in the knot
my fifth letter is in the bat, but never in the vampire
my sixth letter is in the coal, but not found in fire
my seventh letter is in moon, but not in night
who am I?

my belt melted in the sun and when I said this aloud, "my belt melted in the sun,"  it made me think about riddles and that programme where there was a man made of sand.  tell me more if you remember. 

life is a D1:
- world news is horrible.  quakes and shakes, expensive cakes, credit crunchies, Bisasters
+ take the chapstick, put it on your lips
-ATP
+fAkeTP
-selling shirts at the weekend to earn my crust
+measuring nice necks and arms that smell like old spice
-lots of work to do: drawings and onions and bunions and burgers and sneakers
+lots of work to do: drawings and onions and bunions and burgers and sneakers
-rauschenberg is dead
+raushenberg was alive
+jonny is more handsome every day
-i miss some folk
+christine got back from italy and she's the colour of my sister's dog.

i'm going to cover my mind with some sleep.

woke up at dawn, face down on the lawn.

a man called julian is teaching us pattern cutting techniques called PLUG and TUNNEL.  his wings are made of gold, or so I am told, but everything I have made this week looks like jags and jaws and all I want is to make sleeping bags and crawl inside them and go down stairs.

since two thousand and hate I've become the laziest person that you know and I'm sorry.  my spirit's rarely in my body.  mostly I have been touching my hair and making it dirty, mostly I have been watching 'd8 my m8' on trouble television, mostly I have been tucking my pineapple pyjama trousers (see previous entries) into woolly woolly socks and sliding on my bedroom floor.   might it eventually become acceptable to wear cotton jogging bottoms (like the ones that your little brother had, the ones that jenny's sister denied peeing in when it was the summer holidays in the nineties and we went to the stream because someone said there was a dead fish but it was an irn bru can) tucked into socks (socks from your stocking that are from george at asda and have pigs on them because santa wants you to be a no reck sick) err.  might it be?  it's really flattering but I don't got no hitops. 

I really like the song called paper planes by M.I.A.

I think now as my hair is quite long when it's windy I hear my phone vibrate.  is this what happens when hair is long, is this the noise it makes?

Lindsay and I, well, we're getting married on the fifteenth of February at the Admiral Bar. please come.  it is at 11pm because we both have to work that day.  I am nervous and would appreciate your support.

yours truly,
jens lekman

tyra mail

there are warnings of gails in Fairisle, severe gail 9.  this is the third night in a row that I've happened to catch sailing away being played on radio four.  this is the third night in a row that I've been at my desk with a stanley knife, hacking out yacht and boat shapes from music paper.  this is the third time that I have typed ''this is the third'' this evening.

my project isn't actually due in for three hundred and seventy seven hours (friday 7th, 5pm) but I'm phreaking out.  also, everything that I do is so horrible for the environment.  for instance, today I used up (and then disposed of) an entire role of scotch tape.  printmaking is definitely the most selfish of the specialisms that GSA has to offer.  I've probably destroyed a dozen trees and caused many, many rare birds to die.  I'm doing nothing good for anything.

where did I read that the outside of houses look like the faces of the residents inside?  or did I dream that?  I hope I dreamed it.  what a nice thought.  also, cars.  yeah.

have a very peaceful night.  Goodnight.

kenneth x

guess who I bumped into on saucey street!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

so I found my sister's ponytail in an ivory box of dominoes this morning.  long and dark and dead.  

the advert with the gorilla and the drums and the phil collins and the dairy milk gives me the good shivers.  it is real, its eyes blink; but, how? 

I keep thinking about sissy spacek and she has started leaking and creeping inside my dreams.  she's my new object of affection.  when she is Holly in 'badlands', I am chocolate on the pavement of a very hot day.

hmm I feel very sad at the moment.  tomorrow I'm going campingpong which will hopefully febreeze my skull, damaged from watching dumped and reading about cory kennedy.  the world is her fault.

on wednesday I got some clothes and stuff at tayside recyclers and one of the jackets has lots of pills in the pocket.  some are most certainly of the tic tac persuasion, others are really mental colours.  dad says:  "not near the mouth."  I want to dice them in my blender.  monster murmurrr.

so long, marianne
KURTIN

jackie 4 cocorosie!  I love her hoopz.  come fly with me; I'm so bored that I'd be entertained even by a stupid linoleum floor.  I made up a dance routine to pardon me by the blow!  Now I can touch my toes, the world has no corners.  
http://shimkovitz.com/ = heavenly.  fast forward!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 
love, intestines, kirstin

ps) this morning i finished my animation.  it's a weeper.

hALLO
so!!!!!!!!
I keep seeing little rectangular sports cars with big specs and gritted teeth.  today I saw the best one I've ever seen and dad said:  That make of car is called a bumblebee car.  I swooned.
my new flat is gr888eight hundred and I can see myself growing old there.  it is four minutes from the art school!!!  hiya bin, here's my alarm clock, hiya weetabix, here's my mouth, every day is a breakfast day.  also I decided definitely definitely that I will do print in 3rd year.  mmm so yes by the way that IS how definitely should look
I have discovered how to comfortably cross my legs when I sit on the floor and so no longer have to make my legs shaped like an upside down W.  it's quite good I suppose and probably the most exciting thing that has happened in my life recently.  tell me lies, tell me sweet little lies.
my dad and me, well, we've been talking about joining the boat club for some time.  We took a stroll down there earlier and it seems that it is just an old unused cabin by the water, all locked up and covered in cobwebs, with a sign on it that (jests) 'FORFAR BOAT CLUB'.  we expected to be really far away by now.

downsdowns
WHIte diamond.
XX XX XX XXTC

dear dead deer and other animals,
in all of the corners inside my mouth, underneath my gums, I can feel sharp sharpness a'coming.  if I'm not mistaken, I fear my four wisdom teeth are forming.   do wisdom teeth make the top set meet up with the bottom set, so that all teeth become a big ring of bone?  the gum space I have left isn't big enough for wise teeth.  there's no room in my inn.
I think our new flat lives on Renfrew street, by the footbridge bit.  from september the first.
we got another really spooky mannequin in Johnny's Junk Shop.  it's kind of  Julian Clary meets Linford Christy.  he seems to be coated in war paint atm, but I'm going to get busy with some paint stripper later today and maybe tart him up with a little tinted moisturiser.  he's called Arthur, his face is long.  his hair is matted and dry, and he has a large empty hole in his chest. 
maybe it is something to do with developing wise teeth, but I am feeling my age these days.  I'm definitely twenty and a half.  i've never felt older in my life, but it's a good feeling.  (please note lack of exclamation marks)
I went paddling in the loch at the weekend right up to my neck.  I thought the 'do not swim, TOXIC' signs had been taken away but they haven't, and either my nails and hair have shrunk or my body has inflated.  I don't know how to feel.
BBB safe as houses.
love from k white magic

ps) god I really don't want to lower the tone of my 'I'm wise' entry, but duz ne of u guyz av a BEBO? I made one up before summer to keep in touch with some of my ''what's myspace?'' artschool palz. 

Góðan daginn!

Now you know how to greet people in Icelandic!