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Mood : It’s becoming physically literally simply completely impossible to actually do anything that feels worth anything…
2 years of self directed study are coming to an end.. and I feel like I have very little to show for it. Others may disagree with me of course, in fact, a lot of people have. It has been worth it, hasn’t it? I know for sure the last 2 years have changed my life – that has to count for something, right?
And.. well.. I’ve been thinking about how I’m going to sum up my work – what is the conclusion to all of this?
I guess – the only thing I can say for sure is that… I’m alive.
And if life = art then that is probably a good thing.
Mood : Survival is enough
(Wish I had evolved enough by now to not question every thing and be able to get over self loathing/hatred/uncertainty. But if I was in that place then this journey would be over. And even though the end is nigh, it’s not finished yet. It probably never will be. Time is relative.)
26 Nov 2015 20:57
You have received a message from Leonie. This is that message. I’m on brauny gate
This is like a crap spy mission
I’m going into tesco for vodka
Meet me at the front doors to said shop looking shifty
2 Dec 2015 21:35
Ha ah we are pretty much the same then.
need to sort life out.
I don’t think I was in love with him.
I think I was in love with the idea or maybe the potential that I wouldn’t be alone.
So my heart’s not broken for him. My heart is broken for me.
I made these tracks after sitting at my piano crying as I improvised some words and music to cope with a crippling pain that I was experiencing at the time. The original words and music were not meant for public consumption – so I kinda watered them down into this – which I can play without crying.
I cry a lot these days. Not gonna tell you here why.
LSTLV – DRUM SYNTH VERSION (Took the notes from the piano and re-wrote the ‘song’ in an iphone app – tweaked it a bit and came up with this)
This just entered my mind brain. Not sure what it means. I think it means that ALAN isn’t an alter – ego. It means I have been eclipsed? Maybe? I don’t know.
21 May 2015 23:25
Ha no babes nerrrrddd
Maybe Alan wants one
That will be really cool Alan should definitely have one
Alan is a geek
I’m literally replying to you without even using my finger tips I’m never typing
Yeah I speak to my wrist and it types my voice and then send it sometimes it goes a bit weird and doesn’t recognise me ha ha hah
Are u skating tonight?
Can u run to mom and dads quick?
Just need ya for a sec please it’s important
11 Sep 2015 14:57
Hey al it says tonight starts at 7.30 but I probably won’t get there til 8?! If crap we go drink somewhere 🙂 x what you wearing???? Xxx
Ps I’m excited to go out with you! Gonna see if tash wants to come Liam will have baby
Yeah cool. I’m excited too 🙂 I’m gonna wear my silver body con I think and trainers. I have three bites on my legs tho. Well itchy 🙁
Ha ok ew. Tash ain’t comin. I either wear green sparkle top and jeans, glittery zig zag dress or orange dress (but it’s cold!) ha tell me what to wear! Look at us were like sisters bffs
As part of our performance art we’re only allowed to drink other people’s drinks
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The story has changed
who ALAN is..
First I have to know some things about me. Here is an inconclusive list of things in no particular order // Read more
My sister sent me this pic of my old school report that she found, ha. Must be from at least 20 years ago. Wow, I’m old.
// A sort of experiment
Hypothesis : That I will not meet ‘the one’ but I will have some good conversations, ‘real life’ meetings and make some new friends.
Actually, let’s think about this – this is Tinder we are talking about. So, scratch that.
Hypothesis II : I will experience utter disappointment after secretly hoping to meet ‘the one’ (even though this is Tinder we are talking about) and my faith in humanity will most definitely not be restored.
I love talking to my sister.
We talk about ALAN a lot.
I know what I know, but I really don’t know anything about anything else.
Every conversation I have is tinged with regret, and after, a lengthy personal critique on what I just said – why did I say that? Man just keep your mouth shut.
You heard my words, where are you now?
How to be alone. I’m alone.
Sometimes I think I’m a stranger in my own life
I lie in bed and I think
I think about you
So I think about ALAN
Sometimes I think about cigarettes
I think about how I should quit smoking
But really all I think about is you
I think about wine