Air Traffic

Every time I buy a t shirt I love, and I think it’s really unique because I found it in some back alley and payed a lot of money for it, I see someone else wearing the same one a week later at some party. So i’m making my own. It’s going to fit me like a… well, a t-shirt. And I’ll scream “Fuck you” to fashion when it turns out completely shit and I have to wear it because I’m stubborn. hah.

optimism

(I’ll let you know how it goes)

one by one…

this week’s sounds for the underground:

tv on the radio – halfway home
animal collective – my girls
empire of the sun – without you
band of horses – is there a ghost
maximo park – acrobat

cha lounge 23/01

talking of twenty three… gulp.

// j.m

10 twenty five
nxg > lbg > old
one m’alad, please. oh, and a tea… hold on, better make it three?
enter: the longest room

we wrote a campfire song today. its warm and uplifting. i hope it will bring people closer.
things are starting to come together now.

on a side note; you know you’ve been using the london underground too much when, as you arrive at your front door, your first instinct is to produce an oyster card, as opposed to the traditional set of keys.

// j.m

Hot cold hot cold hot cold hot cold hot cold
i’m the king of the castle
I’m the dirty rascal.
they probably do some kind of drug for this
and our dreams all turn into dust again

Very little sleep, punctuated with strange dreams: All at once every seed I’d sown sprang from the cracked earth, bursting with life, breaking some fortress apart. Probably means I want a bacon sandwich. I do, but there’s no bacon. So I’m going to go and wish my weetabix was meatabix.
An old friend coming to stay today, going to help us out while we make lots of racket in London. Might even squeeze a climb in.
I have a new pet hate: people who stand really close behind you when you’re queuing. It doesn’t make the queue move faster. Especially at 9 am on Monday morning when all you can do is will them through bloodshot eyes to stop shuffling closer. Maybe I was being robbed….

c

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