well im at a loss
after the third move in as many weeks ive settled, once again temporarily, in a room, which is not my own, in a suburb ive never lived before, with people who i know vaguely. the digs this time round are pokey, charming and cluttered: forever looking for the elusive perfect space, wherever that may be, i am unable to give a definite time as to how long i will be here. maybe ill move in to that warehouse in surry hills if it becomes available, its always been a fantasy of mine to live in a warehouse, maybe that room that the italian girl is vacating in glebe- the rents cheaper- but am i willing to risk the gamble with a bunch a boho randoms? Sure! Why not? Im pretty resiliant these days. after three and a half weeks of running around the cross with nairy a stich to cover me , caked in dirt, chocolate sauce and corn syrup, hair gel and zinc, for no money, in the beginnings of the coldest sydney winter that i can remember ever, all in the name of art... for a show which i was then told i was two dimensional in... im a lazy actor apparently... do a co op bitch. i cant shake this melancholy. moreover ( I love using "moreover"... and "furthermore", for that matter) i was living in a fucking garage.
my garage leaked on me in the rain, it was dusty- and im not talking household dust, im talking concrete dust: the real mccoy mother fuckers, industrial strength. the first night i spent in there the acrylic floor paint i used, a lovely russet, hadnt dried and i had awful, crazy dreams and a slamming headache. it was a scary night whats more: the wind was howling, in that bondi coastal way, and i was playing wagners "tristan and isolde" on the stereo. the door kept banging and i swore the BOOGER man was coming to get me.
on a lighter note. i went and saw belle and sebastian the other night and they were utterley charming. a little too charming for rock stars. i like my rock stars to be more unapproachable. more detatched. more hating. stuart murdoch has lovely glaswegian lilt, however, which ive stolen. im an accent theif.
how are you all?
after the third move in as many weeks ive settled, once again temporarily, in a room, which is not my own, in a suburb ive never lived before, with people who i know vaguely. the digs this time round are pokey, charming and cluttered: forever looking for the elusive perfect space, wherever that may be, i am unable to give a definite time as to how long i will be here. maybe ill move in to that warehouse in surry hills if it becomes available, its always been a fantasy of mine to live in a warehouse, maybe that room that the italian girl is vacating in glebe- the rents cheaper- but am i willing to risk the gamble with a bunch a boho randoms? Sure! Why not? Im pretty resiliant these days. after three and a half weeks of running around the cross with nairy a stich to cover me , caked in dirt, chocolate sauce and corn syrup, hair gel and zinc, for no money, in the beginnings of the coldest sydney winter that i can remember ever, all in the name of art... for a show which i was then told i was two dimensional in... im a lazy actor apparently... do a co op bitch. i cant shake this melancholy. moreover ( I love using "moreover"... and "furthermore", for that matter) i was living in a fucking garage.
my garage leaked on me in the rain, it was dusty- and im not talking household dust, im talking concrete dust: the real mccoy mother fuckers, industrial strength. the first night i spent in there the acrylic floor paint i used, a lovely russet, hadnt dried and i had awful, crazy dreams and a slamming headache. it was a scary night whats more: the wind was howling, in that bondi coastal way, and i was playing wagners "tristan and isolde" on the stereo. the door kept banging and i swore the BOOGER man was coming to get me.
on a lighter note. i went and saw belle and sebastian the other night and they were utterley charming. a little too charming for rock stars. i like my rock stars to be more unapproachable. more detatched. more hating. stuart murdoch has lovely glaswegian lilt, however, which ive stolen. im an accent theif.
how are you all?
posted by nerdcrucible(retard) at
5:55 PM
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom]
<< Home