I just realised... the walls of my room probably bear a striking resemblance to my brain.

I Don't Think We'll Get The Truth

From some kids with stickers on their boots.

The Valley: Dig Vigilante

Ghetto Balj CBD at the Lionel Apartments.

(Clancy's old place)

Finally having a scanner in my little ghetto cesspit is fairly legit. All those photos taken on Rosie's lomo cameras... It's been a fun experiment.

Rose is moving next door today, into this little underneath part of the house: Ashtray III.

So there will be space in my room and I'll start painting again I guess.

Can't think of anything better to do, really.

Apart from drink... and that isn't always a constructive occupation.

Tell me: If you're so fucking smart, what would you do?

When it rains, it certainly fucking pours.

I am the son, I am the heir...
Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar.
The Smiths

The chance I had I kinda blew...


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