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sold
{the girls love it}
Posted by: andre | May 08, 2007 at 08:00 AM
{puts pot on fire, goes to gather tea leaves}
Posted by: Mountain Goat | May 08, 2007 at 08:01 AM
indeed, even those in drag
Posted by: annie | May 08, 2007 at 08:02 AM
{singing quietly}
"Satelite of love"
Posted by: space cadet | May 08, 2007 at 08:07 AM
Space Cadet: There's a starman waiting in the sky He'd like to come and meet us But he thinks he'd blow our minds...
Annie: I love people in drag. Love them. They are so theatrical.
Posted by: andre | May 08, 2007 at 08:13 AM
oh me too don't get me wrong
Eddie Izzard is my hero Dame Edna Mrs Merton is very funny too xx
Posted by: annie | May 08, 2007 at 08:16 AM
today I received and email saying I never write about my day anymore?
I think I might try to write something about my day.
Maybe.
Posted by: andre | May 08, 2007 at 08:17 AM
{singing & head banging}
"breakin rocks in the ..."
Posted by: Mountain Goat | May 08, 2007 at 08:17 AM
yeah, you never fookin' write bout meme any more
Posted by: my day | May 08, 2007 at 08:18 AM
"she's got you high..."
Posted by: space cadet | May 08, 2007 at 08:19 AM
I shall write a 'proper' blogpost tonight.
[Unless the nausea of it all sends me mad]
Posted by: andre | May 08, 2007 at 08:25 AM
{sipping tea, smokin a fag, sitting in the sun, shades on}
{singing}
"i wanna have control, i wanna perfect body, i wanna perfect soul..."
Posted by: Mountain Goat | May 08, 2007 at 08:27 AM
creep
Posted by: andre | May 08, 2007 at 08:32 AM
{playin drums with a couple of old sticks & pots & pans, head bangin', singin}
"a sledge and a hill in heavy weather...}
Posted by: Mountain Goat | May 08, 2007 at 08:35 AM
Your day is written all over your comments boxes. Buying felt tip pens and talking to mountain goats, what more is there to days?
Posted by: Angelalala | May 08, 2007 at 08:47 AM
Angelalala: This is true. I hadn't thought of that. My daily life can be read in the comments box.
Posted by: andre | May 08, 2007 at 09:00 AM
{skippin' along the rocky outcrop}
"don't let it burn, don't let it fade..."
Posted by: Mountain Goat | May 08, 2007 at 09:04 AM
{doing loop the loops across Pluto}
Posted by: space cadet | May 08, 2007 at 09:06 AM
smiles at Mountain Goat... continues painting picture about words.
Posted by: andre | May 08, 2007 at 09:06 AM
waves at space cadet ... sips coffee ... continues to paint picture.
Posted by: andre | May 08, 2007 at 09:07 AM
{sips tea}
i wonder what a Caravan of Love would look like on canvas?
Posted by: annie | May 08, 2007 at 09:31 AM
I dunno. Maybe you should paint it and see.
Though whenever I think of caravans I always think of Gypsy boys and winning first prize in a fancy dress party at Butlin's holiday camp. I was dressed as a knight. I won it by a country mile.
Posted by: andre | May 08, 2007 at 09:38 AM
{replaces Purdey 12 bore in metal gun cabinet
takes off large floppy hat,
bows
steps forward to shake hands, strides purposefully off across fields}
Posted by: annie | May 08, 2007 at 09:47 AM
{standing on top of Mont Blanc, singing}
"some kind of poison prince your life is like a maze..."
Posted by: Mountain Goat | May 08, 2007 at 09:49 AM
{dancing, shaking maraccas, bells etc}
"dance the night away..."
Posted by: trixie hobbits | May 08, 2007 at 09:50 AM
Plumbing OR prostitution? Isn't it all one and the same?
Posted by: Jack | May 08, 2007 at 10:23 AM
Jack: spot on
Posted by: annie | May 08, 2007 at 10:40 AM
No. One costs more than the other. And you never have to see the prostitute ever again.
Posted by: andre | May 08, 2007 at 10:52 AM
plumbers are ridiculously expensive
my mate is a plumber & he spends most of his life scuba diving in Bali
Posted by: annie | May 08, 2007 at 11:08 AM
prostitution should be legalised
Posted by: annie | May 08, 2007 at 11:11 AM
100% agree.
{now there's a first}
Posted by: andre | May 08, 2007 at 11:15 AM
{prancing around on the rocky outcrop}
"kerching"
Posted by: Mountain Goat | May 08, 2007 at 11:44 AM
you are Mika
end of
Posted by: annie | May 08, 2007 at 11:45 AM
Annie: You are dead. end of.
Posted by: andre | May 08, 2007 at 11:49 AM
but
sweetness...
Posted by: annie | May 08, 2007 at 12:09 PM
arse
Posted by: andre | May 08, 2007 at 12:10 PM
{singin}
"everybody wants to rule the world"
Posted by: Mountain Goat | May 08, 2007 at 12:12 PM
{waves}
{disappears down a black hole}
Posted by: space cadet | May 08, 2007 at 12:13 PM
I too am delusional in the heart matters. You are not alone.
Posted by: Gina | May 09, 2007 at 03:12 PM
The comments to this entry are closed.
{the girls love it}
Posted by: andre | May 08, 2007 at 08:00 AM
{puts pot on fire, goes to gather tea leaves}
Posted by: Mountain Goat | May 08, 2007 at 08:01 AM
indeed,
even those in drag
Posted by: annie | May 08, 2007 at 08:02 AM
{singing quietly}
"Satelite of love"
Posted by: space cadet | May 08, 2007 at 08:07 AM
Space Cadet: There's a starman waiting in the sky He'd like to come and meet us But he thinks he'd blow our minds...
Annie: I love people in drag. Love them. They are so theatrical.
Posted by: andre | May 08, 2007 at 08:13 AM
oh me too
don't get me wrong
Eddie Izzard is my hero
Dame Edna
Mrs Merton is very funny too
xx
Posted by: annie | May 08, 2007 at 08:16 AM
today I received and email saying I never write about my day anymore?
I think I might try to write something about my day.
Maybe.
Posted by: andre | May 08, 2007 at 08:17 AM
{singing & head banging}
"breakin rocks in the ..."
Posted by: Mountain Goat | May 08, 2007 at 08:17 AM
yeah, you never fookin' write bout meme any more
Posted by: my day | May 08, 2007 at 08:18 AM
{singing quietly}
"she's got you high..."
Posted by: space cadet | May 08, 2007 at 08:19 AM
I shall write a 'proper' blogpost tonight.
[Unless the nausea of it all sends me mad]
Posted by: andre | May 08, 2007 at 08:25 AM
{sipping tea, smokin a fag, sitting in the sun, shades on}
{singing}
"i wanna have control, i wanna perfect body, i wanna perfect soul..."
Posted by: Mountain Goat | May 08, 2007 at 08:27 AM
creep
Posted by: andre | May 08, 2007 at 08:32 AM
{playin drums with a couple of old sticks & pots & pans, head bangin', singin}
"a sledge and a hill in heavy weather...}
Posted by: Mountain Goat | May 08, 2007 at 08:35 AM
Your day is written all over your comments boxes. Buying felt tip pens and talking to mountain goats, what more is there to days?
Posted by: Angelalala | May 08, 2007 at 08:47 AM
Angelalala: This is true. I hadn't thought of that. My daily life can be read in the comments box.
Posted by: andre | May 08, 2007 at 09:00 AM
{skippin' along the rocky outcrop}
"don't let it burn, don't let it fade..."
Posted by: Mountain Goat | May 08, 2007 at 09:04 AM
{doing loop the loops across Pluto}
Posted by: space cadet | May 08, 2007 at 09:06 AM
smiles at Mountain Goat... continues painting picture about words.
Posted by: andre | May 08, 2007 at 09:06 AM
waves at space cadet ... sips coffee ... continues to paint picture.
Posted by: andre | May 08, 2007 at 09:07 AM
{sips tea}
i wonder what a Caravan of Love would look like on canvas?
Posted by: annie | May 08, 2007 at 09:31 AM
I dunno. Maybe you should paint it and see.
Though whenever I think of caravans I always think of Gypsy boys and winning first prize in a fancy dress party at Butlin's holiday camp. I was dressed as a knight. I won it by a country mile.
Posted by: andre | May 08, 2007 at 09:38 AM
{replaces Purdey 12 bore in metal gun cabinet
takes off large floppy hat,
bows
steps forward to shake hands, strides purposefully off across fields}
Posted by: annie | May 08, 2007 at 09:47 AM
{standing on top of Mont Blanc, singing}
"some kind of poison prince your life is like a maze..."
Posted by: Mountain Goat | May 08, 2007 at 09:49 AM
{dancing, shaking maraccas, bells etc}
"dance the night away..."
Posted by: trixie hobbits | May 08, 2007 at 09:50 AM
Plumbing OR prostitution? Isn't it all one and the same?
Posted by: Jack | May 08, 2007 at 10:23 AM
Jack: spot on
Posted by: annie | May 08, 2007 at 10:40 AM
No. One costs more than the other. And you never have to see the prostitute ever again.
Posted by: andre | May 08, 2007 at 10:52 AM
plumbers are ridiculously expensive
my mate is a plumber & he spends most of his life scuba diving in Bali
Posted by: annie | May 08, 2007 at 11:08 AM
prostitution should be legalised
Posted by: annie | May 08, 2007 at 11:11 AM
100% agree.
{now there's a first}
Posted by: andre | May 08, 2007 at 11:15 AM
{prancing around on the rocky outcrop}
"kerching"
Posted by: Mountain Goat | May 08, 2007 at 11:44 AM
you are Mika
end of
Posted by: annie | May 08, 2007 at 11:45 AM
Annie: You are dead. end of.
Posted by: andre | May 08, 2007 at 11:49 AM
but
sweetness...
Posted by: annie | May 08, 2007 at 12:09 PM
arse
Posted by: andre | May 08, 2007 at 12:10 PM
{singin}
"everybody wants to rule the world"
Posted by: Mountain Goat | May 08, 2007 at 12:12 PM
{waves}
{disappears down a black hole}
Posted by: space cadet | May 08, 2007 at 12:13 PM
I too am delusional in the heart matters. You are not alone.
Posted by: Gina | May 09, 2007 at 03:12 PM