Hello the sinister*land... Seems like things have been changing rapidly these last months... "2002 is going to be MY yeaR", i told my sister in New YeaR's EvE... and it seems that yes, it's been my yeaR so far... faR gonE and OuT... 3 weeks and a half till I'm in London... and this time i won't be going back to greece... it feels weird but it makes me so excited... it never felt like home here anyway... I miss posts from fRiEnDs...where is CaRsmiLe-Stephen-LaD? where is the PF? where is my Care-BeaR? thankfully our Luscious-Lucy posted recently!! even BG Mark hasn't posted for some days now... and ARchel! I keep having these images of ARchel dipping her quill into ink and writting poems with her hair all messed up, swearing as she can't find the word! You know I'm getting to share a sofa with our Archel on the night of the belles' gig in london... what's interesting is what's going to happen after the gig... we're going to shake our booties in a hip-hop-rap club in bRixton, oh yes!! Jordi said "i've heard the rumours, vel, are they true?"... the rumours about the booty-shaking after the gig, that is... sultry news travel fast, i'd say... so anyone who wants to come over to the Venue (i think that's what the club's called) and shake their cute bums with us, let me know... and even better, the day of my arrival, 31st March, the Camera Obscura are playing at the Monarch!!! oh London hasn't let me down... yet... you should all be there! talking about the obscuras made me think of glasgow... so back to Lucy... I was biting my nails whilst reading Lucy's post actually... all this 'moving to glasgow' shenanigans!! Oh me God!! I hate moving! I should be packing like mad, but i cannot be arsed really... all these records, all these books, all these clothes, my fave duvet and pillow... how am i going to take all that to glasgow? Life's running frantically and i'm running after it trying to catch up... a suite of faces, places, words, gestures passing by as i try to find a formula, to sort everything out, to put everything in some order... and i fail every time... I'm so happy I'm leaving here... all bad memories... all putrified stories... Do you remember Little John? the 8-years-old-boy who used to leave flowers on my doorstep? his mum's in a mental hospital... she couldn't stand her alcoholic husband's abuse anymore it seems... grandparents are looking after the children... no more coming at my flat at midnight sobbing with bruises all over her face and with little john hiding behind her, trying to escape her enraged husband who'd wait for her at the stairs throwing curses and threats, calling little john a poof and threatening him that he'll 'show him afterwards'... Sleepless nights all these have cost me... these nights i'd wish i had a gun... with no bullets... just to stick it to the tosser's head and watch him pissing his trousers with fear... and spit on his fucking face! and what an ugly face that is... People seem to become more and more bored... and lazy... when it comes to their heads... people seem to become more like amoebas... like they're returning to a protogenic form of life... everything's fine as long as they're easy... everything's fine as long as they're offered to us on a silver plate... and yet, everyone seems to struggle in their everyday lives... struggle with bills, struggle to make ends meet... but that's where their struggle begins and ends at the same time... Meanwhile, there are others who live their own tragedies... my Mao's always used to say to me "don't be ungrateful! look at all those people who have REAL problems, like health problems. You should be grateful".. the defeatist's philosophy i'd say... why should i look at the worse around me to be happy with my situation? isn't that self-indulgent and a losers' trait? I wonder... I've become to learn one thing, tragedy's subjective... it takes the dimensions, it takes the shape of your own soul, it moulds with your body... looking at a beggar starving on the pavement won't make you feel any better, why should it? will it make your life look better? isn't that the silliest thing ever? Oh but anyway, enough with these... sorry for boring you all... I keep walking by the new hospital building which is still under construction, looking up at its roof and thinking of that night that i, zozo, paul and stayc went on the rooftop... looking at the lights of the villages on the mountain opposite to us... thinking of chocolate cake spread all over my face and on the walls of the frontroom... thinking of spooky licking chocolate off paul's sleeve... thinking of the magnum bottle of champagne paul and stayc drained! and that's the kind of memories i'd like to keep... I hope Kyla posts soon... take care you lot, hugs, vel xxxxx "WaR is the last possible creative act" Mick Travis "IF" "true creation will rise from the ruins of the old world" Isidor Isou, L.I. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Try FREE Yahoo! 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