i like chopping and chumping

it sits heavy on your head

retroactive

fun

lovin

l'atalante tomorrow

i didn't go to bed

I stayed up listening to Dario Argento's film soundtracks.

not much of an asparagus

I never really dance in slow motion

don't be orgasmic be fantastic.

thanks mumple.

pharmakon

not mine

tessredburn

2012

I've almost escaped the cave of Trophonius

anticlimax

'The rate at which tolerance develops and the kind and severity of withdrawal symptoms vary with individuals and circumstances, but they include, in the four to six hours after the last dose, frequent yawning, sneezing, runny nose, goose bumps and, from the twelfth hour to the third day, violent diarrhoea, alternating chills and sweats, hypersensitivity to touch, irritability, depression and spontaneous orgasms.'

Milligan, Appendix in De Quincey's Confessions of an English Opium Eater

Anne

'she was timid and dejected to a degree which showed how deeply sorrow had taken hold  of her young heart'

- De Quincey, Confessions of an English Opium Eater

laudinum

essay on the effects of opium

casuistry

ted talks

the sound of a solar storm

newscientisttv

i want a motion picture camera

I cycled home and then had to cycle back to all the lanterns in the mist this evening/morning. I realised what was so mesmerising was the way the light moved through the branches as I cycled under them.
I took some stills: not quite the same. We'll see how they come out.

Creamy evening.

pooh bear

Anticipation: Although Eating Honey is a very good thing to do, there is a moment before you begin to eat it which is better than when you are.

animal pragmatism

awful saturday/ lovely saturnight

'And this was sudden. The day before we had passed alone together in the country; I remember we had talked of future travels that we should undertake together—. There was an eager delight in our tones and gestures that could only spring from deep and mutual love joined to the most unrestrained confidence; and now the next day, the next hour, I saw his brows contracted, his eyes fixed in sullen fierceness on the ground, and his voice and so dear made me shiver when he addressed me. Often, when my wandering fancy brought by its various images now consolation and now aggravation of grief to my heart. I have compared myself to Proserpine who was gaily and heedlessly gathering flowers on the sweet plain of Enna, when the King of Hell snatched her away to the bodes of death and misery. Alas! I who so lately knew of nought but the joy of life; who slept only to dream sweet dreams and awoke to incomparably happiness, I now passed my days and nights in tears.'

-Mathilda, Mary Shelley.

the loveliest love story

http://danielkitson.bandcamp.com/album/the-ballad-of-roger-and-grace

the box was damp

bristolartsweekroom

lucky dragons

hello again green kitchen


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