if you think that i'm nothing

Subject:	kurse you all...
Time:	5:56 pm.
Music:	mogwai - sine wave.

...and especially kurse books asahiya, colindale, for their evil evil ways. Not only have they now started stocking dvds, /with/ subtitles for a great part, of everything from the tokyo babylon oavs to about ten different gundam series (...the TB ones are 'only' £17. kill me now: i don't want them, dammit!) but they also had two random volumes of Clover. Which I couldn't help but buy. And now i need the rest. Argh.

I present my thoughts upon first looking through: oh my oh my so pretty so very very very pretty love! just the way it's /set out/: so beautiful.

if i have to have a 'web design' ambition, can it be to make a webpage in that style, which doesn't break in netscape and is logical in lynx? Ta.

and i'm rather fond of my new thing of revising in random places: translating latin in chinese cafes is /fun/, yo. Although I don't get the sweet-dough buns with meat in them thing.

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Subject:	(shaking obscene like a killing machine)
Time:	10:38 pm.
Music:	suede - killing of a flashboy.

killing of a flashboy

there's a voice in your ear screaming someone else's name. No idea whose: the singer is american, for one, and his throat hoarsely distorts the sound until all it becomes is a roar, a scream with laryngitis.

bass beats hit with equal weight, flat thuds like the slap of bootsoles on concrete as he runs, like the dull note when his head hits the wall. hit him down again. he's still moving, jerky, out of time with the music. make him get in time, or stop. no space in this world for those who don't have rhythm.

none at all.

(think of the sea as you murder me)

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