Well I booked another tat a couple of days ago, roll on Tuesday! Hopefully if I get enough dough tomorrow I'll be booking yet another the day I get it, woop! I'm also owed a supposedly free tattoo by someone... ahem! And then there's one more I "need" to get after that. Hopefully I'll be all inked up by the time I get to uni so It'll make it easier to tell my life story since my memory's not too good these days.

I'm all over the place atm, I'm up and down, side to side but still going forward. This is the only thing that keeps me going which is funny because that is all I'm doing.... going. I'm just moving, keeping busy, doing what I can, I need to do more though. I feel in a constant state of unrest, like I should be doing more, but I can't. It's hard to explain why, but I need to talk to some people first, I need advice. And no... I'm not talking about doctors.

I've decided not to post the other stuff I'd written because it's old and, as usual, I don't like it any more so, I'll leave you with this parting message which was written by people a lot more talented, inspiring and intelligent than me. This is an excerpt from the Refused Manifesto.

"The worms of the senses ponder quickly towards destruction. Winning is not everything but in our elitist competitive society it is all that matters. Rice cakes for the people and caviar for the leaders who built our world around machines, money and matter. We were left out of the plan and our destination is set by the used car dealer or the factory boss. Bored we walk home with our heads hanging and our creativity stolen as an effect of capitalist gain. In a dream state there is nothing more than simple abstraction of the mind from the matter and the belief that work will somehow "macht frei". The theory that Marx recognised from Feuerbach, and now we, the people, need to see the spectacle that binds us to our "destiny". Alienation is not commodity, figures, statistics or make believe but very much a real tool of oppression and seclusion. If we can't take our part then we must not take part. The faculties of the skull are another dimension of that which is sucking us dry. The imperialisation of the third world is dominant even in our taste for soft drinks and afternoon snacks. With dry wits and knuckles dragging the ground co-operations claim that profit is rightfully theirs and that the blood squeezed out of Africa, South America, Burma, The Baltic states and South Asia is nothing but market interest and public craving. Their products are death and they are salesmen of corruption and power abuse. They are the slave dealers of our time. They are the inquisition. They are the machine that must be stopped."