wonderful place

I was walking by Brighton Seafront at 9:30pm and it’s beautiful and the sky is going to be turning purple soon and I walk slowly listening to Hip-hop on the old I-pod and a woman pushing a wheelchair stops me:

“Excuse me, do you know of any chocolate shops around here?”

Slightly thrown: “Chocolate shops?”

Lady:  “You know, to munch on!”

Did she think she could munch on a shop made of choco? Does she feel she is deprived of chocolate generally and want a Hansel und Gretel style candy-land? I sent them them down the way of the Pier to get a crêpe or some shit. I hope a seagull didn’t steal it off her either.

 The death of Michael Jackson doesn’t really surprise me, nor does it sadden me. Rather selfishly, it makes me think of myself a boatload. I think of the first album I owned -  my mother actually bought  “Bad” on vinyl for me because she knew I loved to cut a rug to the Wacko.  I think back to the first time that I played my favourite computer game Grand Theft Auto: Vice City. The moment you steal your first car, "Billie Jean" comes on and you’re skirting around 80’s Miami with the sun beating down , primed to start the game, with a big smile around the face with nostalgia. I also think how the unfeasible 50 focking dates that he had lined up to London was a mockery of a sham.  The stress surely significantly contributed to his cardiac arrest. Putting everyone’s judgements aside for a moment, I feel that it was a sad demise but his poor soul died a long time ago. His music will never die though. Best song? "Man in the Mirror."

I swam in the sea! It felt better than any wave machine does and doesn’t cost the world. It was the best feeling in the world and it really was deep ocean blue. There was a damaged seagull on the pebbles near the water. It had ripped loads of its wing off. As I was sunbathing and reading my book, I overheard the police reporting it over the phone to the RSPCA. Like the policeman said over the radio,  it was amazing how serene the bird was. I felt that he was sharing the moment with me, simply taking everything in for the moment. Accepting its fate and not ripping up garbage bins or terrorizing residents of rooftop attic flats squawking into the night past 2am. Good bird.

I don’t want to write and I force myself to write and I hope that when I’m done it feels nice. As I write, I am in the bar at the university and the place is shaking and the people around are drunk and I fucking hate them and they’re trying to impress each other and talk about girls like they are pieces of shit. Soon I will be eating chili with people who I like and they will ask me  questions and I will ask some back and maybe we will try and impress each other by seeing who can eat the hottest chili and it’ll burn at first but when it sinks down it feels good and I think I will drink milk.

I saw a girl and she makes my heart race and I would  step in the way if someone was firing an uzi at her. If she got hit by an uzi when i wasn’t there and survived, she would still be the most beautiful thing this fuck-up has ever seen. She is every colour. She is a spectrum. She is number one at everything in the world apart from conforming and she makes me happy when I think of her right now instead of this bar that shakes.

I like my friends, they have big pumping hearts and some of them don’t take care of their hearts. One friend told me that he thinks I have the coolest friends like he couldn’t believe it and I agree with the bullshit he spouts. I want to see you, you, and you, again, again and again but that girl is the one that’s most of all in my big pumping heart that will start racing like Senna when I shovel up some chili and send it down.

This bar shakes and I don’t want to shake with it. Not this time: there is no urge to fight. I have a light strapped to my head to light the way from tonight and on and I follow that now. I follow that.  The people in the bar cannot step into my light, they can live in the dark and I can shut them out. I don’t want to light the way for anyone else, but only if they want to and we can walk together, not one person in front of the other. The people in the bar are not really together, they pretend to be by trying to impress each other after a beer again, again and one more time.

I was in a bed in a house yesterday and a the guy said to the girl lots of things in the next room. The guy and the girl thought noone else was in the house so they started to say lots of things from their big thumping hearts when they sat at the table after chopping up vegetables.  I  think they were vegetables because carrots are loud to chop and that’s why I don’t really chop them. I dip them in a sauce – example: guacamole – and take a big chomp and they taste good. I heard the guy say that he wants to be better friends with me and it felt good and I left the house quietly and I felt good and I also do now and I’m finished with this because they’ll have cooked the chili soon.

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Electronica has been downsized. Frenchies like Justice and Digitalism may wave the flag for mash-up for the mad dogs and Simian Mobile Disco and the Bumblebeez be tearing it up all over the cut  - "wut?" - but this is where it's fucking at in terms of consistency and briliance. Not since Daft Punk did their Homework 10 years ago has man-made shit sounded so revitalizing. Talks of genre are redundant like micro-house and the like, but what we got here is again something that sounds so organic and is about that singular idea development that builds and builds until orgasm. Deserves a mention for the use of kick-drum alone on 'Everyday' and so we have it. In the shower, in the club, in the bed, in your head.

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