Monday 23rd May



The Emerald City sucks when it’s hot! Locked in a black box
with the curtains drawn, shooting a video with Simon Taylor.
He makes such beautiful images the groaning stops & even the
dark heat becomes bearable. It’s the stinking train ride home
that trashes me! Squeezed up against the salty armpits of suits
& cocoanut perfumed women. I switch off, zone out, drain my best
energy, lean against a wall like a mannequin & rock with the
rhythm of an electric snake boogie. Like putting my head in a
cosmic blender every molecule is scrambled, every egg is fried
from the inside out. I am reduced to meat on a stick.


7 thoughts on “Monday 23rd May

  1. Doner kebab, macerated, truly awful. Why don’t you skip the crush hour? I can’t do these kind of situations and come out of it intact.

  2. Der blaue montag begann um6.30 mit dem kath. wofgang,der sich immer einen spruch vom blech ziehen muß um loslassen zu können.
    Der tag endete mit seinen perversen phantasien:
    Sad ia,38,marktfrau(nicht zu verwechseln mit der frau die unmarkierbares markiert)
    der boko haram entkommen:”Ich bin nicht mehr die ich mal war,in meiner haut steckt jemand anderes,den ich nicht kenne.Ich liebe das kind nicht das uich vor einigen monaten geboren habe…”

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