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update

riga

about to google spherical harmonics... and have it explained!

eat it p&t

my girlfriend - who presented at the conference - just got back to the hotel screaming drunk clutching a bottle of fucking nice champagne she stole from fridge at the conference that was certainly not one of those due to be served to guests; most certainly some joker's 'thank you for letting us promote your shithouse book by launching it at our underwhelming event'. and it tastes fucking good!

poetry and the trace

hmm, I realise this may appear in any of the countless google searches no doubt to be launched by poetry wankers needing to see their name in google-result-typeface, but what the fuck I don't care. poets are boring & phenomenally self-congratulatory to the point where this working boy leaves a reading that remained highly stocked with wine. for the discomfort of cask classic red wine and no salad.

NEGAS WHAAAAAT

What the fuck motherfucker. My goal here is to type the fuck out of this shit without anyone realising what the fuck is going on because I'm typing this with COMPANY if you know what I mean so what the fuck? Am I right? Yeah, fucking booyah motherfuckers. Also, we're CHEUMPING OUT here in general because Mark just got the stinkeye from the barkeep for wanting too much scotch in his motherfucking DIET. You heard me, DIET. DIET MOTHERFUCKER. Also, we're Chuemping out for numerouse, manifold other reasons, only the least of which is that Mingus has motor neuron disease and that is SAD.

perfect trip

fuck yes adulthood is finally paying off what the fuck. chose the absolute best spot on the train and secured a seat just to the side for the tricky bit of the train where the sun almost switches sides. and then the air-conditioner just came on. fucking awesome! I'M A HAPPY LAD.