I’m not feeling very inspired to write I think as I sit here staring at the wall, all I can focus upon is my tummy feeling exceedingly full… damn wall… what have you done to me… turning me momentarily into a fatty. Momentarily is the key word here, as now I think I have mastered how to control my own behavior, with some instinctive things… being naughty…  got your bum he sais, squidgeing it and launching in for the joint… needy for a ¾ of it!

Now I have to persevere with this writing as I had intended to start (quick fart) yet putting up with the background sound… yes the musical master is at work, but the sounds are still rather premature… if you know what I mean, which makes thinking clearly rather complicated.

A full 6 hours later we were still all there, passionately dedicated to this wall that never seemed to become a bore at all. I guess one could say that psychology formed the basis of such a masterpiece, literally- the paper base being made of thought provoking and mind depictive articles. Each of us four could unequivocally recount their own unique interaction with the process… but here is going to be given an exclusive yet all encompassing exposure of it composure.

To not have any materials of particular use in the house, a search of the weirdly wonderful came about, with tin foil, magazine cutouts and nail- polish being amongst the other utilities- later we did become a step more intellectual about it all. With a trip to the chino store and €70 later we were armed with the tools we needed.

It sais on the infamous internet that art and creativity are an important exercise, so I am pretty sure that means it speeds up your metabolism as well-

http://todayinart.com/2009/12/8-drawing-exercises-that-every-artist-should-practice/

Respective of this, and conjured with complete conscience and innocence, the fridge too had to be equipped- with more than the necessities… (may I add here that in lieu of the undeniable addictiveness of the job, we had to feed all our many addictions as well…)

Home grown green and home cooked foods are what all the scientists and our mothers are telling us to use. There are numerously more abhorrent substances that we could abuse!

The above should set a little of the scene as we put together this ¨ thing¨ but to get the full effects- come knock on the door of Plaza Sebastian, Piso 1d- we will be there to welcome you in.

WE GIVE EACHOTHER CREDDIT FOR WHAT WE ARE GOOD AT J WE SHOULD JUST INDULGE NOW IN IT… - Miss Rose

Listening

I swear to god when I mean to say iv really only listened… listened to it ok… there are just so many keys that this could involve in order to make it legible and reading worthy. So here goes, it can sometimes be taken for granted the fact that a mere sound can be turned inside and out and made to be understood so uniquely, differently and clearly too- whatever this comes down to or is of the consequence actually is not that relevant. Daringly we all believe that what we have is different to someone else’s. When there is so much open space and so little time to breath, no wonder we crave the intense inhalation of something so artificial, it would kill a cow?! But if were always looking forward to the time of nothingness, no responsibilities and deadlines to meet, then we will never realize when that strike of contentment has come (and to loose out on that would be such an unrecognized opportunity!) For this fact alone everyone should recommend a present pill, one that doesn’t slow you but makes time go much more quickly you know…. Because it doesn’t exist. So as everybody rises, reacts, reaches and retires to bed again, here we are in an ever perpetuating spiral, one that does not get away… you have to work and earn hard rewards to merit timelessness you know… or we could just invent it?! Too just see that place that we all access, its rather large, extensive and cruel but to learn to use it to your advantage and master its inhabitants as a whole, is quite admirable. How do we keep them entertained and in ore you know, it got to be essentially different too. Something can easily be fundamentally good and inherently bad, this is not regarding anything remotely sad… think about clothing for instance, your perfume your obsessions, your identity. ¨Waste not, want not¨, could essentially have inferences that could tear love apart, in the manner of realizing what you’ve got, and fucking it! Literally, if there were that many people in the world looking at you, always noticing what your up to, then I swear to god that you would never get anything done… don’t think too hard and just let consciousness begin, it s a truly wonderful thing… I think… well so I’ve been told, but sometimes simply being in another’s daydream is the best (I believe I go there on a Monday night time actually). Its so, just so, and that goes for the flow of things too… shit, if I really was to caught up in that I would never have any fun, the practability would be out to overpower. As it is one can see that there is none I would rather be… not even a princess actually… TO SPARK INFINATE INTEREST one has to work on such a compilation over and over, it most likely will never be perfect… but then again that would just be boring. Uninspiring I would rather say… the former is too hurtful actually. Anywise I vacuum pack it here and we all carry on as we begin… I promise this all makes sense, okay maybe not all dictionaringly but strikingly it does. I suggest I could explain it to you too if you really needed me to. Google it, let me just see the utter and commiserating relevance of all this is, honestly go ahead and ask what… thinks??! No there is a gracious side to take of the bed you know, take the other for your other and be over the moon.

Isibizo

As time moves on and the leaves get dry, there’s no saying what could go wrong. Waking up and smoking your first cig is an attribute to the initial forecast of your day. The fact that you smoke it doesn’t mean you need it, but it contributes to a tradition more intricate than the day itself. Opening the windows and hearing the whispers of the windy spirit that overwarms the sky reaches your inner conscience triggering a sense of security that surpasses that of a shitty life jacket on a boat. Knowing that you don’t know makes you ponder on the satisfaction that the unpredictability of it all just makes it fantastic in so many ways. The ambition that drains your reality becomes clearer and better… Maybe its reality that’s too flooded and our essential ambition gives greater meaning to everything we do and think. The sun starts hitting your face and the more you put your mind on overdrive the more that realising becomes tiring and bleak, so you try stay awake…An essence calls out to you and lights a candlestick inside. The spiritual abundance is constrained to you and your visions, time stops and it has triple the meaning. The sounds from distant emotions drift towards your personal space and begin to weave you up. They seemed so far away, but they sneak into your galaxy and swarm your mind with memories and soul. The apricot sun turns you into a shadow and brings out a minimalistic character to everything you see and perceive. It seems like an abstract chant hypnotises you in a way that means no harm but creates so much inner value that floating above it all becomes the meaning.