I decided after realising there was no more dexter episode’s to make my own.
I am so fucking cleaver.
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I decided after realising there was no more dexter episode’s to make my own.
I am so fucking cleaver.
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I am sorry I have not written in ages. (two days)
I have been really ill.
I went to the doctor and he just tried to put me on pills again.
You know what would make it better?
If I had Dexter to watch.
But I have watched them all.
I remember when I first watched an episode of Dexter.
It was when I had had a fight with a friend about a boy the night before.
So the next day, I thought for some magical reason
“Hey…why don’t I watch Dexter”
And so I did.
I watched it for hours that day.
It felt like the real world meant nothing to me.
It was like heaven.
Some people say the fact that I hadn’t watched TV in three years had something to do with my instant addiction.
But I know it was more than that.
Some people.
You can just watch them forever.
You don’t need to live.
You don’t need anything.
You’ve already got your soul mate.
And you’ll never, ever loose them.
DEXTER. DEXTER. DEXTER. DEXTER.
LOVE.LOVE.LOVE.
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Tonight…I watch the last Dexter.
I am very close to the end. It turns out he was gay all along. But then they guy who he fancied turns out to be a woman, so he realises that he might not be gay. But there are other issues, like who shot his sisters arse. It turns out it might be someone related to the person she spoke to in a shop one day in July 2005.
The prgram really is cutting edge.
So much so I cut a picture of Dexter into my arm.
Sexy sexy sexy.
I was thinking what I would do if I saw Dexter while I was on the bus the other day. I thought I would probably do nothing. Because if you go up to a celebrity like that it can never work out. And it makes u look like a complete and utter pussy.
I prefer to cut pictures into my arm and ignore the real people.
That way they will respect you and maybe even be charmed by your ways.
Let this be a lesson to all people who have felt like a “FAn”
FUCK BEING A FAN
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i Am THE gOAT
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bIN thinkin bout stuff.
Thikin bout software and parties.
Dressing up as Andy Warhol and thinking how I get myself in pickles.
I like dressing up u no? But I also lik boys. I tink I like them both equally I suppose.
But when I’m dressed as Warhol. It’s not like people fancy you. You fancy yourself, but that’s another story.
I suppose it’s like Dexter.
He has to learn to put his serial killing in a place where he can also have a normal life.
Have relationships and family, friends…a job.
I’ve been trying to do that with my art. Make it so I can have a life as well as do it.
i tought about gettin a boyfriend.
but after that I thought about breakingh up so it’s over now.
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Gon do show in school…about love
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Today I made the set for the thing I am doing tomorrow with mARk.
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I went into the forest by a canal in the rain to collect the items for the set which was an adventure.
Then I collected people’s rubbish from outside their doors.
This seemed to make a few people un easy. I suppose they thought I was too pretty to be a garbage collector.
Either that or they thought I was some sort of “eco” freak.
The rubbish was exciting! There were boxes of food and old letters inside.
So I ate what I could of the food, and I read the letters.
There was one about this guy’s mum, was SO FUNNY! It sounded suicidal!! Oh I guess you had to have been there…
AnYWaY. Wez gonna do the thing tomorrow on vyner street, so just smell your way to the gallery.
Itr’s gonna be so fit man. And I’ve got my very special friend there too…”Vark”
CiaO x
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