I was going through
a 'range of strange pain'
and man it was proper insane
my journal at sixteen
I can't believe it was really me
who wrote it
'my most prized possession forever'
I took it wherever
I went and stored in it
dreams, ideas, lyrics
cut outs and pictures and tickets
sixteen, man what a trippy dream
shovel man, pink hair,
stolen rock on Brighton pier
J Littlewood, Greta Garbo
Ed Fargo, Edvard Munch
a whole bunch
of other crazy stuff
like random korean drama's
man karma's
a glitch, Carmen and I
we hit, the karaoke place
with those Japanese bleach heads
instead
of doing normal
-yeah, folks always said we was
more than a little abnormal-
cos we wanted to go lahore
remember T,
you and I: and that cube of ice:
methanol in glass/ missing science class
man, sixteen was kind of a blast
in parts,
bruk up TV's
exploring bruk up parts of the city
walking walking walking
in da park after dark
-ten thousand pages in that journal-
...it was a journey more external...
-than internal-
-than internal-
