Oh and another thing.

Herr Barr - Chris Clark,

definitely worth a look at on youtube.

All those recommendations have made me quite thirsty.

One of my favourite blogs in the whole world has to be my friend Nathan's. It's wonderful. I think I'll link you to it.

It's http://www.cryptofthecolossi.blogspot.com/ :)

He has this amazing manner about his writings, which I find particularly delightful~!

I also really really enjoy the original factorytown. Made before we knew it, by a man we've never met. We each have our own factories, different ways to get there. I apologise if he found this similar. I had launched my obsession before I knew of his existance. So in advance, Mr Man (if you read this), I apologise. And I love your work by the way. Absolutely brilliant.

http://www.factorytown.blogspot.com/

Explore.
Enjoy.
Eel.

I was looking for a smaller word than 'Enjoy' that started with 'E'. And Eels make me happy.

An Amazing Paranoid Android Cover; You Should Take The Time To Listen.

Copyrights to Radiohead and Tripod.

:D

Someone Borrowed.

I remember my dreams. In great detail.
So I find it rather hard not to become attached to the people within them, and often wake very sad to see them gone.

There was a man in a warehouse. With a very dark voice. I was in the rafters, high up and nervous to move. I couldn't see his whole face, but one side seemed to be scarred. So I dare say, the other replicates. He was mumbling to himself, and had a mop and a bucket. He seemed to have trouble focussing on what he was doing. I had been watching him closely for what was a very long time, only seeming momentarily for me, when he looked up into the rafters. And everything stood still.

There was brown. And there was warmth.

It's funny, how you think you've never seen that person before, you'd swear on it that you'd made them up. A little imaginary man in your head.
This one is real though.

I met him at a party. Though he didn't meet me.

Skin Virgins.

Blink.
You've never felt your chest vibrate this hard before.

Blink blink.
The music is loud; yawn and roll over.

This boat you're on, mother fucker, is gonna tip. So don't rock it.

Turn over. You see a brother lying beside you. His arms are crossed, behind his head, gazing absent mindedly at the movie tent roof. He doesn't want to get up either. It's too cold for this.

You're on your feet. Wave to the people you don't know as you search for your breakfast. Leave it behind and move closer to the fire. Feeling comes back to your fingers and toes. I was scared Sally, where were you? You catch their eye and pull them close to you, not letting go for a long time. They are shivering, jacketless, though for thought of greater woe. I was scared. Drinking my blood.

No more news, you don't want to hear it. Friends OD-ing and hurting themselves, you think you've had enough, thankyou very much. Time to pull on your boots and get to work soldier. A smile from a boy in a yellow rain coat sparkes life into your day. Even though the boy you want and need is miles away. Your best friend is ignoring you. You've never been so cold.

My head hurts.

JE-CRAWLIN-HOVAH!

I live in a little place we used to call Factorytown.
One word. No breathing inbetween.

I lived with a boy called Tom.
I called him Cat mostly. And he called me mouse.
We used to run through the streets looking for food and bits of old books.
They burnt them mostly; they don't know how to read.

It's pretty cold there.
The girls dance in the streets for money.
While the men work in the factories.

So.

WELCOME TO FACTORYTOWN.
YOU'LL NEVER SLEEP AGAIN.
I love the night time.