she came she saw i did one

She came at me with intent

She wanted my lips

She wanted them then and there

Both of them

Top

and bottom

Right then

Right there

No small talk

No flirting

No amorous banter

Just a crooked lunge

A hit and hope

A stab in the dark

Ow!

Don’t get me wrong

I’m all up for a bit of passion from the hip

a bit of rum she bean an that

But on this occasion

I wasn’t

Why?

because on this occasion the advances were being made

by what looked like a frantic invalid

A wacko banshee

A madcap muttonhead

frothing at the mouth

and grasping for her alarm cord

Had she lost her false teeth??

the only alarm ringing though

was in my head

it was screaming

RETREAT

RETREAT

RETREAT

So I did

But I also know that the bad lights and free flowing alcohol

Were to blame for my enthusiasts unfavourable state

so i don't bear any grudges

We’ve all been there

Haven’t we?

Same old story

Everything and everyone around me is in colour

Apparently it’s been like that for ages

I just had to look a little closer

Stop gazing through actuality

but stare at it square in the eyes

At first I wasn’t even aware it existed

Wasn’t bothered

I was content with the monochrome landscapes

uninterrupted dullness

and uniform façade I had grown accustomed to over the years

But now I am aware and it’s becoming clearer by the hour

Even by the minute

It’s happening right now actually

The increasing emergence of it

Its evolution

This wasn’t something I just picked up straight away though

It took a while to adjust

Squinting helped at first but now it’s just there

All the time

In my face

On my face

And every other face

Oozing in and out of nowhere

Hovering above and underneath everything

resting atop of some peoples heads like a hat

Or exotic bird

It’s dripping from fingers

Congealing around toes

It even came out of someones ear earlier

Sounds too much but really it isn’t

It’s quite beautiful

I recommend it

Everlasting puddles of colour just appear out of nowhere

Immerse their destination in a colossal splash

And then just evaporate

Disappearing in a flicker

Gone

Until the next one rolls up

Immediately after the last

More intense and concentrated

Fiercer

More powerful

Ready to illuminate the eye and brighten the mind

Again

And again

And again

And again

And again

And again

AND AGAIN

Shit it’s doing my head in now

When will it stop

I can’t even close my eyes without it happening

ARGHHHHHHH

Fuck colour

Its boring me now

I want to go to sleep

jayson musson - porn and cartoons......

if only i'd come across this guy when i was 12......

speak up bad man....

“I am very much interested in the world and the unacceptable incapability of so called cultivated human beings, who have amazing and strange minds to create amazing things but who then fuck up everything in an even more amazing way”

- tjorg douglas beer - guy who has created sick pop up art gallery in berlin called the forgotten bar - different exhibition a night and a sweet vodka tonic and cucumber - apparently..

horrible words....

Please don’t use these words when speaking to me...

Lush

Scrumptious

Gobble

Yummy

Delish – abbrv. of delicious which I should point out I don’t mind

Oakey Dokey

Bubbly

Tantalizing

Titillating

Supreme

Gorge – abbrv of gorgeous

boss

chief } these 3 when used to acknowledge someone...

squire

numpty

blitzin

fab

cuddle

snug

moist

More to follow……

sean dack - modern POP

kind of hope in the future this is what bank notes will have on them instead of the queens head. ..

bulgaria

I went to Bulgaria once

When I was six

I only remember a few things

One was getting told off by a german lady

I think she was german

Maybe she wasn’t

Maybe she was Austrian

But then again

I don’t think I was any good at distinguishing accents

At the age of six

I was good at running around

pretending i was indiana jones

asking questions

and being six

but no good at accents

Anyway

In my mind now

She seemed german

and at the time

she seemed real old

it was in the line for the buffet

the word and idea of a buffet seems very old now

like the german lady

who I was in front of in the Q

On my own

My parents let me serve myself

i was a big boy

Everything was going swimmingly

Until

We got to the honey jar

the blasted honey jar

it mesmerised me

remember

i was six

Without thinking I picked up the spoon covered in honey

And gave it one big lick

remember

I was six

It tasted good

I was content

Until

all of a sudden

I got a clip round the back of the head

What the?!?!

‘You are disgusting, what are you doing’

Don’t know how she knew I was English

Spoon back in jar

Bad idea

She roared

again

I turned to face her

Took one look

at her leathery features

And Bavarian scowl

And legged it

Never did tell my parents

They might have given me a clip as well

My other memories aren’t as vivid

They just include

Loads of kinder eggs

And ball pools

and pretzels

and learning to swim underwater

And a girl called silvia from sofia

That’s it

That's Bulgaria

Nice place

Yoshi Sodeoka - Dazed

Yoshi Sodeoka likes noise. He likes the kind of incoherent, nonsensical noise you could imagine piercing through Anton Newcombes skull every time he watches DiG! He is a purveyor of aural pollution and combines it, to haunting effect, with photography and collage when creating low-fi videos that conjure up a spirit world both alluring and impossible to interpret. “I like working with music that's non-structural since that fits my visual style and process which is very non-structural. I like random things that are hard to understand. It's challenging to me.”

With that in mind it’s hard to imagine the Brooklyn based artist having any trouble looking for inspiration when it comes to music. His record collection consists of exquisitely named bands such as Napalm Death and Discharge and helped influence Psychedelic Death Vomit, a video that takes you on a DMT trip through a Spectrum ZX and Noise, a collection of ethereal, ghostly prints that look like interference from a television channel you probably shouldn’t have tuned into. “The asthetic of Noise is pretty appealing to me and comes from my taste in music. As a teenager I was into noisy punk rock like Chaos UK and Disorder. Really noisy weird punk rock music I can’t really separate myself from because I grew up with it. Throughout all my work I’m trying to fill the gap and do something that’s never been done before, I want to create a media that feels like noise music, that feels like metal.”

Brought up in Cold War Japan Sodeoka loved shortwave radio, UHF television and pretty much any gadget his electrician father could get his hands on. This early fascination with electronic devices combined with a relocation to New York and 90s-honed love of Junk TV, underground Internet culture, and sub-cultures in general, all play a role in the psychedelic video collages we see today. Sound and image are sampled and put into a new context through applying old techniques to new media. “Every visual source I need to make my art is on the internet these days. Then I filter through those materials with both digital and analog equipments. I’m interested in making a bridge between something old and new. I like seeing a good fusion of retro and modern in my work.”

His latest show Televisions + Ghosts + Nature mixes fragments of familiar images of nature culled from mass media sources with raw digital static generated by the crudest of technologies such as magnets, snapshots of old analogue television screens, cheap software, randomly applied filters and screenshots of VHS noise. “It’s a reaction to what I see and kind of all happens on a subconscious level but that is what I’m into.”

good moaning

my body feels old and my mind is asleep. both are hungover and worn down. i feel like a used condom minus the jizz. the spunk. the hows your father. the effort im having to exert to achieve even the simplest of things highlights my inability to live and my stomach feels empty but sickly. my head is a cloud of grasshoppers and crickets....

i hate everything and you. you cunt. not really. just today, probably tomorrow and maybe the day after. definitely not on friday.

my vices are to blame and i can associate every ache and pain with each inhale, exhale, gulp, swallow, swig and wide awake hour spent over the last 4 days.....or was it 5....whatever it was it has encouraged me to be here now, writing this whilst wallowing in a rotten stench and gravy stained dressing gown. good timezzz.

me lady

content

You are my best friend

What are you looking for

It’s hard to believe

But I find you temporarily insane

If you could only see what I can see

With your face

Your eyes

If only you could see what I’ve seen

With your eyes

Do you remember me

I measure life at both ends now

Who is the real me

The occult

The included

The open sesa-me

El paso

Texas

Anticipation is everything

Should I shoot up

Or jerk off

Hallucinations torment me

Give me headaches

Anonymous

Intimate

Too much information

Felt - The world is as soft as lace

3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3

An unfathomable exchange of taut eyebrows and unfashionable conversation in a rotten dole queue between me and an idiot…don’t even waste your time...

me: Hi

him: Hello

me: Can you tell me where I need to be please, I received this letter last week and it isn’t clear on where I have to go…

him: Why do you think I will know if it isn’t clear on the letter

me: Because you work here

him: Yes I know

me: Ok

***long hard silence + irritated eye contact***

me: Ok, well would you like to look at the letter in case I’ve missed something?

***long hard silence + occasional eye contact + him looking at my letter***

him: Whats your name?

me: Tom Giddins

him: You do know your meeting starts in 2 minutes?

me: Yes that’s why I asked you where it is, do you know where it is?

him: I’m going to have to check the lists

me: Right

***long hard silence + irritated eye contact***

him: Whats your name again?

me: Tom Giddins

him: I can’t see it

me: Well I’m definitely meant to be here, it says so on the letter

him: Hmmmm

me: Can’t you ask someone else?

***long hard silence + irritated eye contact***

me: I’m meant to be in my meeting now

him: Paula this person is claiming to have a meeting

me: I have a letter, its not a claim

paula: Is he on the lists?

him: I can’t see him

paula: Pass them here, whats your name?

me: Tom Giddins

paula: Ah yes there you are, you do know you’re late

me: I got here over 5 minutes ago and this guy couldn’t find me

paula: Well I’m afraid you’re going to have to rearrange the meeting and go to the late signing desk…

me: What!? I was here on time, if I sign late my claim gets delayed..

paula: Sorry thats policy

me: But

paula: Please move along and go to the late signing desk, thankyou.

nice work old bean

Love this guy...Andro Wekua.....