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9 random shit

dunno what to write about now actually – just thought id leave it open.

Via a facebook message/convo :

right, me 15 year old punk, Lyn a 14 yo punkette (all my mates say she's dead into sex lol - me, ohh errr cuz i'm shy & inexperienced, ok?) well we meet up & she's very short but adorable & wears bright orange dresses!!! amazing, we get on & i ask her oput & so we meet at local youth club & smooch a bit, then it snows but I still walk the 5 miles to her house (i like walking!) and meet her & chat - all about her life, her sister, her mom....we go & visit my grandma whom she lives near....occasionally i kiss her goodnbight when i walk back home at midnight.....yup no sex...she's too damn adorable!....one day she comes to my house, we nick a bottle of mom & dads wine get squiffy...go into my older bro's room & hack into his CB radio...i chat wiv my buddies..lyn's all wow I've never been on CB before...ha ha ha so I saID  hav a go, so she goes '1,9 for a copy?...1, 9 for a copy...etc she 'smashes a window' goes to a channel wiv a buddy of mine & we chat.....then she says hey, i know what i can do on yr CB radio...& i says what Lyn?

'i will fanny fart'

Via fb again!

its another epic - which i will drastically shorten [promise....altho, i'm trying to write a book, so interesting stuff i copy n paste & whack it into my autobiog ha ha ha]
ummmm girl i met friend of weirdo strange person i met in south wales - he called shelly (after the poet...lol) her: leigh. looked like bjork!
half way thru or 2/3rds of my 1st year of art course... i needed a model - asked her...anyways, 2nd year, think me & her got to going out...and she was pretty awesome...wow! the sex! ahem...anyroad got to 3rd year of course...her friends said once on a bus 'its nice yr going out wiv leigh yan'
i say 'yeah, she's cool'
they say' its nice cuz yr quite good looking & cuz she's a bit ugly - y'know you must make her feel good'

seriously this convo did happen - was gobsmacked! & these r her friends!!!!!

said before i'm not bothered by looks prefer personality etc! but fer fucks sake! she was gorgeous - ok maybe uglee to 'beautiful' people but i loved her for who she was etcd etc.

can't remeber why we split but was amicable, but it happened.

6 months later i heard she was in hospital - from shelley, whilst we were in a smeggy nightclub, trying to chat up girls (welsh girls - yup was in south wales ha ha ha) he said the doctors woke her up & said that 30 foot wall you fell off whilst drunk was dangerous - you are lucky to be alive - she said wow! then they said we're sorry to say that your baby didn't survive..oh? thats weird she said [i hope] 

i went WTF! that was my baby!!!! lol! or awwwwww!!! dunno really what happened then - i'd finished my course, then i moved back to Leeds started this course, dropped out...got alcoholic to the point of very lucky to be alive.

when one night i phone Leigh up and say 'will you marry me?' bearing in mind i ain't spoken to her for about a year - she was in my thoughts is all I can guess...her reply
'awwww yan thats soo cool, but my bf just asked me last week so i'm taken - sorry'

ha ha ha

true story

wonder if she had a nice wedding

did i tell you she looked like bjork

so she did

never ever EVER have i been as shocked as i was - or so well-known in the CB community around Leeds....

she was awesome

anyroad, i was her best mate - went out for about 6 months with her, only snogged her, never even - well maybe felt her boobs a bit...i respected our friendship (IDIOT!!!!!FOOL!!!NAIVE FUCK_HEAD< etc)...then she went back out wiv her evil ex who used to tie her up & perform weird sexually charged things wiv her...that she used to tell me on her & my chats we had in the previous 6 months......

later she came back to me & i was friends wiv her - cuz i loved her so much...then a very short man...same size as her actually stole her from me...which was alright cuz i was into loving everyone at the time & wanted everyone to be happy.

or was it the glue-sniffing addiction i had? maybe that...

i heard back from her 6 months later as she's been sent to a psychiatric adolescent unit for suicidal thoughts....haydon park or somewhere....which was amazingly funny, cuz\ my UBER best mate Amy was in there also due to a psycho boyfriend sending her a bit whacko.....

again all this was funny cuz i was currently in a psychiatric adolescent unit myself for glue-sniffing & a 'death wish'.......

anyway come the magic age of 16 PING...everyone ran away...i did & lived happily ever after....

yup FANNY FARTING! thats my amazing story, she is/was/forever will be a star in my eyes.....

it opened up a whole new universe i wasn't aware of lol

sorry, i tend to ramble blah blah blah xxx

from organize and arise message board: http://www.organizeandarise.org

yeah know what you mean - i do hav a funny football story, soz if i rambl;e...i'm kinda doing a story book of my life - so some of these recollections go into the saved documents of it for potential deletion into cyber-hell or saved into cyber unheaven & one day published on the web - for peeps to ignore & never read.....where the fuck is peter j swanson or whatevs these days? anyroad

1994 finished my art degree, holy fuck i passed & got a desmond! yup a 2:2!!! (BA Hons suckers!!!!!...yan tree BA hons lol!) but then my PGCE at Wakefield art college descended into farce and very swiftly into Greek tragedy and Romanesque rivalry..et tu brute!....anyway managing to slowly take all the knives stuck into my back - i settled into debaUCHERY of a dole fiend back in my home town of Leeds...drunkenness was taken to life threatening levels, but wtf i was an artist! I lived it Vincent!!! i know where you was coming from...yup I'd aquired that pretentiousness all art students are afflicted with - ain't we all Leonardo's or Michelangelo's or any other mutant Ninja teenasge turtle you can imagine! well one very thin strand of the time...i existed & barely lived thru between 1994 and 1997 was my Mom was a school teacher & her school received 5 free Leeds United Football Club tickets for games at Elland Road! wow!!!!! or so you'd think!

i used to try & sell them to my mates - who were on low-income & were, if you believed the 90% of all their talk all about the home team LUFC & their amazing/dreadful performances etc etc (in the uk, i think the indigenous city dwellers either embrace the home town or maybe 5 % drift onto Manchester United - for weird reasons...or they become like the 1.3% of existential disparate souls - whom think watching a whole bunch of millionaires running around advertizing such wanky earth murdering companies for more profit of corporate whores - has lost some of the spirit of 'sport' - maybe i'm wrong, dunno? now do i giv a fek?!)

anyroad up yeah, do ya wanna buy a very cheap ticket to see your favourite team, on their home ground play some other team & maybe win?...uhh no, can't afford it this week..etc etc...happenend again & again until the one time it was my once was best mates birthday & I decided to give them the fucking tickets!, it was so freaking awesome that i really have no recollection if they or we ever actually went to the game...i have a strange notion of being on the footbaLL bus...& chatting - but that may be my over-active imagination...may ask him one day.

so, basically i used to go on my own! - it meant nothing to me - all that my team versus your team was well & truly not a part of my psyche - dunno if it ever was to be fair. right the crux of my slightly amusing (i hope) story is that: on this fateful day, i was there sat in the corner end of the kop - or whatevs Leeds fans named that part of Elland Road as Leeds Utd were playing Man U....the ball was going here & then there & the ants on the pitch were darting hither & thither! all very exciting I'm sure, the crowd was rousing in their songs...the anthems were chanted, the denunciations of the ref were vocal and explicit...all very very entertaining! me, i was freezing my bollox off, i was wearing my psuedo wooly hat, had my gloves on yet still my ass cheeks were turning into blocks of ice...fuck i needed a ciggy methought...until, hey hey hey - wtf is this...some dude has got the ball & the noize pitch has risen noticeably. wow, that is some neat ball work! omg! i was watching some real football action! explicit & real in front of my very eyes! it was almost pornographic - the skills & deftness with which those individuals were overpowering those lesser mortals with a spherical globe type thing twas wonderful...and oh oh ohhhhh what a kick!!!! omg he's fucking awesome OMG OMGGGGG he's scored an absolute fucking mega fucking GGGGOOOOAAAALLLLLLLL!!!!!! i was up on my feet ! jumping up and down!!! clapping & screaming!!!! awesome!!!! what a display of proficient prowess!!!!! yyyeeeaaaahhhhh!!!!!!!  it was.....ummmmmmm it wa s....ummmm why isn't everyone around m,e going crazy????????? why isn't............. ohhhhhhhhhh he's wearing red not white.............oops

i was only just cheering for the opposing team! ha ha ha ha - twas a wicked goal to be fair & amazing display of the art of football - seriously ---yet those blinkered fans couldn't allow themselves to appreciate it cuz their team was losing.

i quickly regained my composure & sat down & nowt else of note happened but it made me think

then again it waSN'T THE  only time...lolol, next time I'll tell you when i went to the Britannia stadium and sitting oin the Stoke City side wearing my LUFC scarf ha ha ha

thats it - finished