Articulate

gone are the flashing epileptic blur of electrical-made colour and the lying on the hardwood floors while the branches of the Christmas tree leaves scratches on my face and the rain storming down when you want to go swimming and listening to conversations of old people being racist (could have just been the result of intoxication) and playing long long games of articulate and then meeting people who have been bashed up by wankers who have nothing better to do. yep, the bullies tried to have a go with us too. i had spots of blood on a white dress. despite it all, i love Christmas.

but now the craziness begins. when we all thought it was over- it starts now. wedding shoes today and too much weight to lose.

and my head is all, hellogoodbyehellogoodbyehellogoodbye. like the Beatles express it.