i am actually starting to hate it, to the point of dragging myself through it. the lushness of the language is now more like overripe food, or something that's so overwhelming it's gross, because you can just smell that it is starting to rot. it is an ugly book for all the beautiful language. the relationships are ugly. the people are ugly. the setting is evoked wonderfully, lusciously, but through the eyes of someone so ugly as for it to colour the vision so thoroughly as to make it ugly too. haven't got that much left of it though, will keep marking time with it.
watching morrissey clips, in celebration of the fact he might.is touring australia in jan/feb. i need to pick a state.states to see him in - melbourne, cause the crowd would be good, the venue good, the excuse to go to melbourne good. brisbane, because it is home. both perhaps. now cure clips, to get over the pain of the .. underwhelming new album.found a wonderful, fast version of 'disintegration'.
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