Pond, with mud
Don't disturb me, I am busy holding onto a string. Don't frighten me, I am sitting in a corner under a tin roof. Don't corner me, I am a circle and I have no corners. Don't question me, my heads full of answers and I don't know which ones are true. Don't blame me, I am a little scared and a little homesick. Don't push me, I am a revolving door. Don't kiss me, my face grows a million times smaller every second. Just love me and I will show you a pond full of swans.
W**ds
This is the true story of the weeds: the origin of the species.
A story of cultivation, exploitation, civilization.
Found flowering on wasteland unnoticed, unofficial, accidental.
A cutting was taken but weeds do not thrive under hothouse conditions & wilt when in competition with more exotic strains.
A charming naivety, very short flowering season; no sooner has the first blooming begun than decay sets in.
Bring your camera, take photo of life on the margins.
Offer money in exchange for sex & then get a taxi home.
The story has always been the same.
A source of wonder due to their ability to thrive on poor quality soil offering very little nourishment.
Drinking 'Nourishment'.
But weeds must be kept under strict control or they will destroy everything in their path.
Growing wild, then harvested in their prime & passed around at dinner parties.
Care for some weed?
So natural, so wild, so unrefined & someone's gonna make a fortune one day.
If only they can market this stuff right.
Come on: do your dance.
Come on, do your funny little dance.
Germination. Plantation. Exploitation. Civilization.
A sensational buzz - zzzzzz.
Crop rotation. Genetic modification. The creation of expectation. Ultimate frustration.
This is the story of the weeds: the origin of the species.
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Weeds (The origin of the species) by Mr. Jarvis Cocker (what a great track, J.C.).
The letter "C"
Ok, I am giving in. I confess. Hate me if you want, but the new Coldplay album "X&Y" is just too beautiful. Its intricate, textural, atmospheric and spatial. A lot of thought has gone into the songwriting, imho. Maybe they are a sellout band but I dont care. I was initially extremely kicked by "A rush of blood to the head" but after 2 weeks I was completely over it, speedbreaker, bumps, redlights, warts and all. This one didnt hit me at first, which is actually a good sign. Now I love about 90% of the album. Its very very good. Go get it, dont be prejudiced. :)
Diorama
i am a head inside a fire, i am a fist within a flower, i am a cat inside a box, i am a fence within a sword, i am a bulb inside a brain, i am a freckle within a bud, i am a calf inside a word, i am a knife within a sun, i am a dot inside a hair, i am a coin within a graph, i am no one special, just a world within a world.
I'm casting my fishnet, slowly.
