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_chris! // 23:24


Dear voters for the British National Party,

I find two major flaws with your line of reasoning for voting for the British National Party. Firstly: ofcourse no one in society is gonna be addressing your concerns- your concerns are stupid, pathetic, lazy, ignorant, selfish, cretinous and symptamatic of an almost complete lack of thought on your part. Your concerns mark you out as stupid little fuckwits who have no place in a world filled with people who aren't you. That you and your ilk exist is a horrible state of affairs and one that makes me sick. No one in society will address your concerns not because they are censored by political correctness but because they're simply cleverer then you and secondly: both Labour and the Conservatives address your concerns. They're stupid too. They believe they should get rid of foreign people and thus get rid of you, which is all a bit having-their-cake-and-eating-it. Frankly, we should just kick you out to go live in the horrible shitty messes we made for them and they can come live here instead.

Also, saying this is not "another form of racism". Racism is when stupid people judge other people on the grounds of the country they come from / the colour of their skin / fucking lots of other things. Attacking stupid scum like you isn't like that at all, as you have clearly already marked yourself out as contemptable shits.

Please fuck right off now.

_chris! // 22:37



I can’t believe I’ve just sat thru my coursework and changed every fucking mention of an experiment to “study” because it wasn’t an experiment at all, but a series of fucking controlled clinical interviews under timed conditions.

Fuck. Right. Off.

I wonder how Mayday went... I couldn’t seem to psych myself up to find anything out earlier, but then I haven’t managed to psych myself up to do almost anything for a while now... All my grades seem high and safe right now, except for the ever unsafe Psychology, which is currently being marred by the actions of sociopath markers, self-absorbed teachers and a cretinous, lazy student body.


I’d like to think that, no, I’m gonna be a bit less crashed, that my chest won’t feel so empty and tight and that my hair won’t fall out so much. I’d like to think that, now, I can get back to zine-making, which is just a fucking farce right now. I keep listening to the Yeah Yeah Yeahs and Blondie and The Detroit Cobras and a tape from Riz called Aural Guerrilla Warfare Sonic Death, and feeling like I wanna jump up and down and scrawl things and fucking MAKE, but I hit paper and just thing What?

Anyway. Everything’s not too far away now. Which is bad, obviously, but it’s good too. Just the end of June to make it to, and then it’s going to be OK. I’m going to be OK. I promise.

_chris! // 18:09


I realise I haven't been posting much. I should post more. But all I can tell you is about my Psychology coursework and my stupid art student friend.

When this is over, I promise I'll be a more interesting person.

_chris! // 13:54



I've now been told that the post below is wrong. Never mind. Am I doing to change it? No, no I'm not.

This is because I am more rebelious and cool and punk then you are.

_chris! // 20:04



Did I imagine Macy Gray? Was Macy Gray always this listenable? Did I just pretend to myself that she was facewallfuckingly awful to listen to? Certainly when I Hate You So Much Right Now (Only That’s Not What This Song Is Called) came out I was capable of some really very weird and extreme reactions to thing, but... no, no I’m sure she was almost insufferably, eye-gratingly, other-people-punchingly uncomfortable. And I have really vivid memories of the noun “frog” becoming an adjective over, and over, and over again.

And yet Kissing Your Face (You’re Doing It Again Aren’t You?) is good. Sure, it was heard on a crappy radio shaped like a penguin, but I liked it. It didn’t make me want to fuck walls with my face, for a start. It didn’t involve the phrase “fucking frog-voiced bint”.

In fact the only bad thing I can thing about it is that it made me remember the time I thought her second album was called The I.D.

Well done Macy Gray! You have made a single that doesn’t make me think about my face! Which is weird, because it’s the only one of yr single that involves the word “face”... I’m off to get it on mp3, love it, talk to someone from Barbelith about it and then weirdly think it’s bollocks again (Queen Sugababes In Reverse... ).

_chris! // 20:38


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