western moon Oxford
Oxfordshire, UK

succinct timing put one on the foot engage reinstate amicable relation never amongst friends push limits to a breaking point either tower stands or falls incumbent drop ins without prior warning without means procure the acceptable social lubricant if not for others than for self hasten to rid barriers of communication on at least one side and dismantle self consciousness putting at ease any and all bipeds occupying space at present an insightful night within the closed doors of oxford community group campaigns family gathering within a disparate campaign of ambition filled individuals acknowledging the significance of not living alone this is why a choice of sharing is made beyond practicalities of financial species lord knows i have the means each smirks to themselves let us not give the game up...

recompense for computer scientists run into our new best friends on high street always heading off to more work but a brief discussion on the merits of cinema as art running a line on basis of singular vision increases the likelihood of artistic success thus the difficulty of the medium examples cited cases examined contrasted critiqued part their ways flowing from the film society expose on band a parte hit all the classics in thematic exercises spoilt for dinner twice stomach lies dormant so much pasta double yelping draw on the ace of spades forget me knot

straying away in the world of getting it together applications spreadsheets the hard yards now will make the going easy later when the mind and activity must be focused on content content structure nearing full moon the feckles are up josh flies out misses camera maybe next time get your head out of the sand man success is a failure and failure is no success at all a bandwagon mutation why didn't you leave your heart i would never have returned that  ¶ 9:34 am 0 Comments

  moral eden Oxford
Oxfordshire, UK

roundabout tour lewes brighton winchester portsmouth exeter bristol swansea liverpool holyhead dublin belfast larne troon glasgow portree stornowat aberdeen edinburgh york hull stamford cambridge london out of here continental blast a whole other trip a different plan this is scenario up for grabs faced up with new york pending particular person to engage in roomshare wild times on manhattan island alternative to each is a warm bath

cycle south to abingdon oldest town in all the island cross of the list lock operation getting boats up and down stream sun is out so punters make the most of these little things out of mind not achieved on over half a year how does this week but finally getting there the runners walkers riders about is it not too hot for those boots and jacket not by a long stretch just looking at you in that wife beater sends shivers and goosebumps over the skin a chill breeze another cloud overhead

cycle north far as legs and hunger strains north oxford where dons once cherished wider streets larger houses but for the economic range what wealthy elite sit on a university town is anyone's business running the clubbing scene it's a mess out there the revolution is not in the streets the revolution is not on your televisions sets nor on your radios the revolution is at home

not a fashion not something to be bought or sold but an intentional act

the flag and lamb has descended into brookes graduates in bouts of flip mat no more room for expansive minutely detailed worlds of imagination to open in competition of healthy rigour keeping the mind otherwise alert as it is ground into specialities of metaphysics and logic such dens have moved further underground disparate and disparaging of unfamiliarity the guard is up since history has become so marketable criss cross lists appreciate the once was and ignore the rampant irony of the never to be again in one's own presence now that i am here is a sign in itself of the absence of the very thing that has summoned me to said location  ¶ 9:05 am 0 Comments

  plus: nigel Oxford
Oxfordshire, UK

save it somewhere else always room for the digital overflow spend the day meandering through the meadows in sun drenched england never get enough of the summer sport skin and sweatshirts in nominally cool temperatures with a chill breeze wander lonely as a cloud plot and plan tilter between contemplative rides or productive pilgrimage long haul settling narrow down options or sift through the war torn past and keep the stone rolling moss doesn't gather in spring or so it goes that you are over the love we had and want to make a friendship out of what remains brings a stolid acidic flavour to the throat and mouth no change on this side you know that's not what i want that's right i got it as you said it no one for certain got a little vile out of the system pushing the catchup rag down deep inside pull out ink stained and bare knuckled confused everyone has a little bit of that in life makes the following moment a little clearer than the previous allows for modesty to slip in out of control substance curfew now and then again off on turned about halted questioned sent home reimbursed tighten those purse strings holiday maker this love affair is over straighten out and put the wheel in motion no detective novel playhouse fun ride get rhythm when you get the blues helps to walk around stamp your foot shovel dirt baby steps little new shoes measure success in the achievements of desire satisfaction hunger and sleep are good starts  ¶ 9:02 am 0 Comments

  eat healthy & enjoy JFK Airport
NY, NY

if only the email has come sooner then the decision process would have wailed out and a prolonged stay could have thrown out the whole kazoo may still do not on the plane yet hour delay twenty down and forty to go boarding in ten if everything to the tv screen is vital looks as though some of europe has opened up from the atlantic skies but not all of it cancelled litters the screens and dispositions seems quieter than the everyday runabout amuck but then second time round is not much of an average to take given the circumstances in and out no worries in travel connections seems like the five hour to ride gets a lot of play these days but boston would have been an easier bed to make lies outlasting their durability in market games people getting ripped off getting upset in turn as the conditions of the bet reveal themselves to be somewhat rigged the entity making the lock takes a favourable odd against its own investment programs so the knowledge is all there on the inside then outsources to a third party to gather those poor fools to bet against was it a hard sale convincing those with money to throw away

flight to heathrow is now boarding via gate 14

well go figure  ¶ 8:48 am 0 Comments

  towel day Providence
RI, USA

a little fairy once told me that nothing goes wrong all things go and the right is just the other side of left which left centre right out never would i have considered this to manifest itself clearly to me in as learning centres cognize but there it has been thrown at me like a radiator on last legs unfolding and unfurling before me in a grandiose roll of red carpet and trash blows street litter deli corner store haven where laundromats get ratings steer clear and it was so. leave a few garments in any corner but always bring the soap suds clothes get dirty and there are some stains no one wants to see no matter how long it has been since you looked into the mirror others are always looking at you multiple angle effervescent modulated lens cartographic cinematography no first place up for grabs just the best you can at all times the higher the strive the deeper the fall flash sunlight tungsten neon always up big blown out of proportion simple cataract blindness causes the best and worst of men to clamber up for a closer look why do the cats keep their distance at a discreet quiet whisper of a way to speak sirens allocate our sense of safety back into the fear of government essential services of food and water trapped under the base line of look after yourself

just putting it in there the box next to the door so as you can get it without the person being present to hand it over there will be no crossover next time is a age away under the porch railing cold and sober standing over a desk pen and paper one last beer and an embrace all's well when the departure is imminent nothing like the world coming in between the merits of a good story a climax fun times layabout blues i got shit from one end to the other cannot walk around in a towel all day though arthur had a bath robe and never managed to lose the towel somewhere a little blue one went walkabout i thought i'd have the chance for a self search nothing to remember me bye  ¶ 12:51 pm 0 Comments

  some non-profit organisation Providence
RI, USA

final full day clearing pitter patter cycle round and take in a final sight and sound store in the perception filtration node tomorrow on the frog and toad namesake establishments strewn thereabouts somewhere to rest over a drink in between ways

finding a single night of rest a stopover could have been sorted but these types of person who allows in the begrudging type something has come up just the flat out no in the early sense of the term would be a far more positive step dissatisfaction is a term thrown around and as it may be so that we all feel such then spit it out and get going again increase functionality with one's fellow bipeds if this is the disease of cities in paranoia then count me out i'll grow old in friendly hermitude having company as a welcome distraction amidst the long bouts of productive solace

walking up the steps making it special over the phone a knock on the door a coffee delivery keira is my size phoebe is my size the computer randomly generates a list in that area they call the first person three times and no answer they move onto the next person on the list i took it in st lois and i was hired in st lois and then transferred to providence it will take a week but it seems kind of chaotic the office it only happens to people who are hiring it each other for the first time how hard can it be a list of people to call and tell them to come in phoebe wont do it because she has school this work kat is doing it and she said twenty five hours is what she is getting a week they are going out to pick them i have to go max to drive out to coventry ben says there is tonnes of ramps

i don't want to be stuck out there all night ben has to be back by four fourty five or something him susan and sue allen i should just call max i have a meeting that i should probably go to do you guys want some of this coffee is it regular oh no it is latte fucking hell i should go to the farm and look for them ramps are wild leeks people go crazy a special ingredient in max's grandmoother's recipe i want to say a strudel but that's probably not right only available in the spring and cannot be cultivated

here's the meeting...  ¶ 2:56 am 0 Comments

  close over my skin Providence
RI, USA

buses and trains feet and flying bursting into rhode island getting away from everything except the magnolias still thinking of you what a mess we've made putting back all the distance between us as you wanted it miss all spick and span miss anything else no well i'll be on my way then miss the apple pie has to end somewhere or else there will not be cream enough to go round making new friends all the time catch cry or else of course i like the difference but when you find a keeper you hold onto them never let one go let them out on the drift as much slack as development requires hold out their little hand reel 'em in when the hook is sunk in size weighted accordingly the cows come home cats purr for their milk birds fly south for winter

this is the graze game
get all those memories down the gullet
digest and shit 'em out
flushed down the toilet
out at sea
don't bother me
i'm in limbo

feels good in the lungs to be breathing cleaner air sharp tickle greater range in odour subtle and crisp
brown is positioned in the naturally occurring stop spot in Providence where the feet first tread to rest pause consider and build the rest falls around and outside much as such as seen in other university towns - Oxford, Cambridge
bike building tomorrow creaky door  ¶ 1:28 pm 0 Comments

  playing on roads Washington Heights (Manhattan)
NY, USA

at the edge the very top cross over and fall off into the bronx under the maze whatever and ever amen to that enough said let's hold each other and kiss till climax even that she buses away from put the ocean the city the world between us and crush this precious gem from coal to diamond to dust from which we all came and will return finding the insignificant nothingness coming in from all side not bringing smiles and laughter as previously noted by a the auspices of mellow contemplation long weary roads of building into the skies only to be toppled never knowing to what ends telling myself action as ends, in itself, but this does not always satisfy the hungry body of desires the consuming beast driven ecstatic by habitual behaviour growing into emotional attachment seized in an act of becoming together growing sharing mutual existences and then again not at all space will be the death of us wearing thin these petticoats of protection the spikes of passive aggression get away from me potential openings into recesses photosensitive tender and rarely stroked the soft box inwardly turned never to be grasped known felt radically separate and yet in some conceptual empathetic move - cause i and you has - the has being shared the desire to have the consuming the initial void the sensation of filling and emptying satisfaction and dissastisfaction in this we can feel together so much as we know of togetherness

failing that i'll shoot you a new trajectory cause feeling is fleeting
no need to throw it away  ¶ 4:46 am 0 Comments

  trajectory the stars East Village (Manhattan)
NY, USA

got the runaway vibes solo (again) reverberate for me baby,stay the night over and have my way with self concealed conception of pleasure sense to null the over dramatised exhibition of sorrow. now we are shrinking the to the soft purrs of animality confused over these social reports of ambition and trajectory to be moving on already moved on not coming back i don't want a coming back i want a moving through - a moving on of types - with you in whatever shape that need take for the moment and other moments to continue and endure the pain of relating physically i would talk more if our actions did not speak louder than and course the blood that runs through my veins runs through yours hesitate not on any course path chosen run the pack outlasts but the lone wolf has more range burns brightly in this short spark like tears in the rain

they love their horns and sirens round here an atmospheric play of modern symphonies helicopters traffic a cacophony just to keep the residents sound and safe the sonic backdrop to this is ok it's just us here where we are meant to be fail safe on top of the chain systems in taste and affordability to look after us and if we can't rest assured on the first instance no one wants the willing harm and death and the second that helps arrives, eventually/

caught diving off into the purpose the intent the focus the drive a solidarity in movement over these lands oh that's right i have been talking and injecting a perceived scope of things to come let us go and realise those endeavours with whatever ferocity remains to be mustered the motivational winds are calling in spaces to come and those pages unturned shall don ink el communicado whatever shall i think  ¶ 2:15 pm 0 Comments

  cause for no concern can't claim a flow of words a string of letters a bubbling of emotions all on the page springing forth this video link-up is fading my voice is getting interfered with maybe this has all to do with the engagement itself the poor struggling metaphors if you knew how i felt in what circumstances could you have acted how you did, i want the inside of the box the other side of the story the internal monologue the reasoning thinking feeling moving intentionality that has played into the context into this hole from which i am clawing oh no i am not going to see you again i am droning on and leaping to false conclusions how i would love to see you again and death solves all problems no man no problem take a dive from the roof set yourself alight draw metal across skin this is the feeling i'm in look down on the page the warm bath i've drawn overflowing melting considering the prospect of an unhealthy healthy future still in the world still meandering about chosen trajectories there is no future there is only now.

i am dog eared marked crossed out favoured and flavoured lathered ready to go foaming at mouth chomping at the bit and when i most need it the direction satisfaction purpose a solid ground on which to hold is missing i am back on this earth from its primordial beginnings and my ego collapses under the weight good have it gone its sitting there holding the body back from its unrestricted self posing boundaries and lines in the sand let the body have its way the earning and yearnings of desire and pilgrimage rise afresh and direct the consciousness in its shape form direction platitude attitude

rip these flagrant commodities away this love this hate intoxication bereavement throw me again this other i thought i had wandering about in the world come against an object ahah another me not to be all this hard lesson learning to no ends to be thrown into the dust from whence this body rose outside inside blind farseer king or peasant there is no individual in the world there is no separation the difference is conceptual held in a stuttering bumbling ego amassed as an overflowing tying together of perception and feeling the great first person paradox.

let me stand back in the street and have the wind grind me to dust  ¶ 2:13 am 0 Comments

  raw deal are we learning yet comes in threes so watch out for the next one every city get the let down raw run around here we are again this one cost me no considerations there another new trick just buy it four times the price just ripped off get one of each i suppose they both hurt move on and out got new arrangements to be made the hard hitting fact of tree falling issues got to get the inside wait around running through my head as the ear and heart crushing sounds rampage through the cave and back round again excellently executed remade sound layer upon layer crashing drum and bass get dancing groove boys thought set back and sit down got the melody hard guitar big rock crunch and feedback swirls tape repeat delay prodigy synth sound pushing the angles big big cavernous wall waving to and fro head whirling shit where's the round table conference nearly got through this one without a cent spent and blew the whole thing in the second outgoing stay to the day play it safer nothing around to spoil the liquid paper glow fiddlesticks all caught up about the slave paper trade flicking between the two rubs what has gotten into the sun this eve and why the long trowel keeping fixated always the pleasant night's sleep and the awakening to another venture round the alphabet into chelsea got the point right on down pat now learning everything the hard way but what stories would there be to tell if everything was soft and handed on a silver platter sure no rough drenched roundabout on the hard up still being cushioned by bank notes and foreign exchange rates this is nothing to keep up at all let alone indefinitely will heavy handedly note to self that the enjoyment is in the pace of the plant growing on a moving rock cascading through space without a guiding hand sun water and rest big plans baby steps no moments to hold onto.

it is the twice on which the shame falls on me thus heavy thud to the fall taken in stride wear a tear shaped scar on the left hip nothing but dossier reports and make up cases no gbh as of yet just the country being taken a ride in the city second one been two faired not too shabby in the first little deep here on the second but riding through the storm always going to find the easy ways of throwing away those things one does not want the hand in glove theory has got to be put to one side in favour of the let's get by wait to see the gold filter through the sand no desire rules the roost by those that wrangle life in its hold on self - life holds onto life - continued being not in consistency or shape but as growth.  ¶ 4:07 pm 0 Comments

  laughing stock tried kitty day off to synagogue closes at two. found the paper store but nothing damaged in there, the bar and books requires proper attire - whatever and ever rubber round your gullet - the soy substitute is getting insane in Chinatown or the lies are. union market for bread but no toaster. got the wooden pipes out on display what more shit to carry around cycling up lexington and down broadway hard to get lost in a jungle of rectangles and squares. everything manages to get up the nose nothing here wants you to breather even the trees are out to suffocate and annihilate those pretty young blonde bipeds wandering in from the country beady eyed and happy go lucky good on and go this image for others may be all one needs for the tidings of goodwill to rain down upon thee. just don't ask Weberman about the rain and hate, the contradictions go missing in the trash can.

still doing the best that i can putting two dollars together to make three but the odds are heavily weighed against thee. systems in place tips and tax so that subtotals come after and not before these greenbacks come and go, more going than coming but it is warming up and so too does the flesh if romance cannot be reignited there's plenty of dry straw lying around all one needs is a match or a magnifying glass the in the loop the smouldering cigarette an eye for a good drink the right place a wandering tongue listen and keep talking engaged and comfortable lights sounds cameras movement.

too much lemon not enough tomato ought to have ceased the final scoop the last ingredient all was home and hosed til then. spaced out time lapsing getting the thoughts down in new routine spaces nothing lost but a seat gained and the warmth. got to chase the warmth whilst it is around. round here no one knows what consistent warmth is like as a bath in an ocean the thickness always hanging but the swells bring variations rise and falls in temperature always taking off lifting soothing reposition.  ¶ 1:44 pm 0 Comments

  then there was the word is this getting through the walls - stop for the moment and have everything of everyone else coming in all around - what are these people? noisy dirty city contankerous never give up always something on work hard party harder the consistency is thicker thinker tight rope dinner. chinatown meanderings night late walks round blocks and back again drop into blue stockings east village books tattoo parlour sophie's twenty four hour body service cheap eats and family first ideas. the other comes first in an ethics tied to the self is a notion of its own state of alien being because it feels alien then self can project itself as alien to- tis the step from being into socialisation in which a benefit of obligation is sought in the underlying assumption that i feel alien to all thus all will labour for each; in a sense one labours for - or because of - alienation. alienation is a source of motivation and a chamber of desire. flays at the oddities, absurdities, and attachments to the unintentioned flailings of an animal and leaves nothing of an essence but a trace a faded equation chaos. a void. a voice.  ¶ 2:03 pm 0 Comments

  falling out i'm beginning to s... another flight of life unfurling before thee. reset the preset. those characteristics being pointed out from in those beforehand, not letting go but reinvigorating the process of selection, having those already selected altering and influencing the process of selection. those forthcoming are under the supervision of that which has gone before. a continual reflection on the multiples between and underneath the image - totality - referencing a sequence and progression unbenowest to all others, but to the self only. the assumption of consciousness is the presence of this image. even if the imagined - yes the imagination is used in the coming about of others as they be in themselves (how does it feel to be loved?) -  ¶ 2:58 pm 0 Comments

  place time ring around queens, of course i missed the best thing happening this weekend because i was out sobbing and living the lonely lifestyle of someone in need - in the missing - but when one needs what one wants one receives in kind. the support structure is forever in place. michael back from the weekend in DC the easter get away break family fun and nostalgic enterprise. today is monday and the surfing lifestyle is getting a whole lot easier. the pie in the face comes back with linked arms, this sweet stuff has never tasted sweeter. go and live the high life while one thinks one can. the splurge and the grave consideration of asparagus over broccoli. the double c always gets me in the end. backspacing tacking back the paces. i hate back tracking. down from astoria. the mta has their clocks forward and hour, what with all the commotion locomotion. giove the sense of already being well behind time having a pleasant feeling of arriving on time. this time shift forward happened months ago. get the fingers moving again. left the guggenheim in shock horrors this afternoon meeting the supposed story from the inside segal monitored event. the modern art decor is wearing thin but let's give it one more go at surprising the punters. the orthodox jew gets a mention in any art complex - the historical narrative is never complete, even with such an comment - the ground floor shenannigans did not go unnoticed. enough for tonight but perhaps a few numbers ought to be exchanged before the great going away and perhaps a operating system is available given the recent purchases thereabouts in proximity. take advantage of whatever does not place the other at a disadvantage. place oneself in a position of giving an advantage and not putting out. the offering of...

ride down the east river stopping in at the major and not so major queens parks along the way of note (apparently) the socratic sculptor park, in which some notes were taken and ample evidence of the american dream was captured in its waking nightmare. the syndicated television series is yet to pass a classification board. what not to look out for. popping in and out of the trendy locales of brookyn - if not made note thus far then let's put down greenpoint and williamsburg, not to mention park slope and bed-stuy - of which there were flea markets (no more brooklyn than this) and the toing and froing of local watering holes cheap eats et al. no more to speak of, but the g train and the collect them all local editions in cast iron, complete with trivial nonsense on the comparative rates of consumption between the NY subway services and other non related events.  ¶ 1:04 pm 0 Comments

  bedford nostrand Searching for bikes in New York city. Harder to come by for a decent price round these parts, even in the Bronx or out in Long Island. The demand is still up there and high. No brick lane, nor blackbird leys, nor reverse garbage, nunnery, or king st. been a whole week without it and most of another having to buy subway tickets. loving the underground coming up on corners and turning a blind eye. she hit me first, you saw it, i'm calling the cops. know where you live, the cops'll be round your place to pick you up. is that your final word. hey you. you saw it, she hit me first. hey, do you work for mta. yeh - she hit me. i don't feel safe, could someone please get this woman away from me.
and it turns turns turns. pause for a moment, the on off at one station to go. flighty shifty types, new yorkers i don't want to get involved, get off the carriage and back on another one, same train. this is what relationships bring, muttered under breath more to others than to self, hoping someone is catching some of this undermined comfort. caught it down williams st in the financial district as well. one of those saturday nights where the drizzle has washed in over coney island and into the west of brooklyn, leaving the manhattan atmosphere a little cooler. people raise their temperatures to accommodate. raise their voices. raise their fists.
i don't want to get on anybody's nerves. sorry for the interruption, but i'm just trying to look after myself. i'm broke for some time, hungry now for a while. just trying to look after myself. anyone with any change or a dollar. been a real hard time, been hungry a long time. good evening ladies and gents has anyone any change. i don't want to get on anybody's nerves...  ¶ 1:48 pm 0 Comments