If it looks like it works and it feels like it works then it works

I been drinkin' some red wine and eatin' some fine foods with my mother mohos :)

Got nearly a bottle left and already I'm feeling quite inebriated from the last load. Tonight will be bad for me, unless I go with my current plan of keeping half the bottle for another time :)

I've got this feeling, that there's something that I missed,
(I could do most anything to you)
Don't you breathe, don't you breathe,
(I could do most anything to you)

I've been getting a lot into Snow Patrol again lately. One of my bands that I love that I never told this blog about. Still, my friends know :)

Something happened, that I never understood,
(I could do most anything to you)
You can't leave, you can't leave,
(I could do most anything to you)

Ya know, there's also a little plan now that if Abbie's parents get much worse (Abbie's parents/family = bad) she will come live with me for while. I know I shouldn't be rooting for the collapse of a family here but... whoo! Abbie gets away from strife! I get Abbie! (Is a bad bad person)

Every second, dripping off my fingertips
(I could do most anything to you)
Wage your war, wage your war
(I could do most anything to you)

Another soldier, says he's not afraid to die,
(I could do most anything to you)
I am scared, I'm so scared,
(I could do most anything to you)


So anyway. I'm learning to play Somewhere a Clock is Ticking by Snow Patrol. Is difficult; see, the guitar and lyrics are TOTALLY out of sync with each other. Still, sounds awesome :)

In slow motion, the blast is beautiful,
(I could do most anything to you)
Doors slam shut, doors slam shut,
(I could do most anything to you)

A clock is ticking, but it's hidden far away,
(I could do most anything to you)
Safe and sound, safe and sound
(I could do most anything...)


I miss some people :(

So maybe some kinda... do... is in order. A get together.


A muntup :3

Aaaahh, aaaahh, aaaaaaaahhhh,
Aaaahh, aaaahh, aaaaaaaahhhh,
Aaaahh, aaaahh, aaaaaaaahhhh,
Aaaahh, aaaahh, aaaaaaaahhhh,

Extery V

Free Writing

So I'm standing, right, with my finger on the pulse as is if it's all about to explode into sparks and starshower. Like jets of flame are going to lap up and around the throat like tongues or fingers or vines or some other kind of music or art.

It feels hot, warm to the touch like a penny out of a fire for a halfsecond, I can't quite get my head around it, I can't quite get my heart around my head, I can't quite get my fingers off the pulse.

The truth of the vitality in my fingertips so softly chirruping is that it's abrupt. It ends quickly, and comes from nowhere. It's a human emotion called 'love', since it's the only one bright enough to light the tunnels of the arteries so that the blood can find the heart; without it we'd be a lot colder; a lot slower. Our blood would be lost and our hearts would beat less.

But love works best out of water. Or at least in another. The love that's the brightest, that shows the way best, isn't the stuff in you. It's the stuff someone else puts there: Love is a short-thoughted creature; it won't stay bright when bored. But if it jumps into someone else from the warmth of a caress, suddenly you've got a body full of stars to navigate by.

And that concludes today's sermon, children. Remember; there is no God as great as love, no matter what the bible, the Qu'Ran, Mr. Stanley from up the road and your own great Doubtdevil say.

If someone doesn't love, they have no right to call themselves a believer in anything. The blind can't lead the whole.

:)

The Taco Song

Hehehehe...

Purely in the interests of science, I have replaced the word “wand” with “wang” in the first Harry Potter Book
Let’s see the results…

“Why aren’t you supposed to do magic?” asked Harry.
“Oh, well — I was at Hogwarts meself but I — er — got expelled, ter tell yeh the truth. In me third year. They snapped me wang in half an’ everything

A magic wang… this was what Harry had been really looking forward to.

“Yes, yes. I thought I’d be seeing you soon. Harry Potter.” It wasn’t a question. “You have your mother’s eyes. It seems only yesterday she was in here herself, buying her first wang. Ten and a quarter inches long, swishy, made of willow. Nice wang for charm work.”
“Your father, on the other hand, favored a mahogany wang. Eleven inches. “

Harry took the wang. He felt a sudden warmth in his fingers. He raised the wang above his head, brought it swishing down through the dusty air and a stream of red and gold sparks shot from the end like a firework, throwing dancing spots of light on to the walls

“Oh, move over,” Hermione snarled. She grabbed Harry’s wang, tapped the lock, and whispered, ‘Alohomora!”

The troll couldn’t feel Harry hanging there, but even a troll will notice if you stick a long bit of wood up its nose, and Harry’s wang had still been in his hand when he’d jumped – it had gone straight up one of the troll’s nostrils.

He bent down and pulled his wang out of the troll’s nose. It was covered in what looked like lumpy gray glue.

He ran onto the field as you fell, waved his wang, and you sort of slowed down before you hit the ground. Then he whirled his wang at the dementors. Shot silver stuff at them.

“Yes,” Harry said, gripping his wang very tightly, and moving into the middle of the deserted classroom. He tried to keep his mind on flying, but something else kept intruding…. Any second now, he might hear his mother again… but he shouldn’t think that, or he would hear her again, and he didn’t want to… or did he?

Something silver-white, something enormous, erupted from the end of his wang

Then, with a sigh, he raised his wang and prodded the silvery substance with its tip.

‘Get – off – me!’ Harry gasped. For a few seconds they struggled, Harry pulling at his uncles sausage-like fingers with his left hand, his right maintaining a firm grip on his raised wang.

This is Pretty Special :)

Birds on the Wires from Jarbas Agnelli on Vimeo.

Let's Do This Thing

I Will Follow You Into the Dark is about to end. I wish I had my cappo.

Been hearing good news and shit stories all day, seems bad stuff happens and good things too.

Got a puppy the other day, by the name of Pan. One addition to the new house...


I DID tell you about the new house, right?


Anyway, Clyde isn't taking too well to her. Cats and dogs, all that.


I DID tell you I had a cat right?


Abbie was round earlier. She was being weird, but even so it's always nice to see somebody I love.


I DID tell you I have a girlfriend, right?


ANYWAY A Comet Appears is playing now, by the Shins.


Nunight, darlings ;P

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Quotes

Isaac: He seemed normal, then he started pissing off a wall.
Katie: Don't guys do stuff like that all the time?
Isaac: Yeah, but he was sober. AND HE HAD DOWN SYNDROME!
Kieran: And these things make it less okay..?


Kieran: Oh my god! Get it on video! Merlin looks like an ogre with down syndrome trying to eat a bee! (He did)


Isaac: Jacob! You've been looking at that fucking optical for like... thirty... seconds...
Jacob: I don't think you've got me as well as you think you have.


Isaac: From the song... and the video... I think this is about... an Octopus? (On the song Octopus)


Isaac: Who the fuck calls at this time of morning anyway?! *Checks* It's one in the morning! That's ROWAN time in the morning! Was it Rowan?!


Isaac: I have herpes around my lip peircing!


Isaac: I just wanted you to be wonky wanky!


Isaac: I can hear horses outside...
*Checks*
Nope, it was just the wind on the windows....
*Giggles madly*
Ohh, what's this? Is it my... sucky... tea... drugs..?
Jacob: Sucky tea drugs?! Kieran, get that!


Isaac: Play with my double chin!
Katie: Can I play with your single chin?
Isaac: No.
*Katie proceeds*
Isaac: No! Stop touching my chin! Tit! STOP RAPING ME!
Katie: Rape? Rape! Rape! Raaaaape?!


Jacob: Kieran! I've just realised! We kill the Trent character!
Kieran: Yeah, we kill Trent.
Jacob: His dying words...
*Very dramatically with poses* Tell them... I... died.... AWESOME!
*Kieran giggles*
Katie: How do you kill him?
Jacob: Awesome.


Isaac: I wanted a drink...
Isaac: Wait... I used the past tense...
Jacob: What?
Kieran: What are you even trying to say?
Isaac: Just... trying to keep... the consciousness... going...
Jacob: Isaac Wright: Trying not to die. That makes a welcome change.


Isaac: Who are you talking to me?
Kieran: I'm just saying all this.
Isaac: To who?
Jacob: MSN?
Kieran: No. Blogger.
Isaac: Oh dear... *Sobs slightly*


Katie: Ohhhh... I'm hungry...
Isaac: I'll feed you. MY DICK!


Kieran: I found you some bottlecaps.
Jacob: I don't think I'm collecting them any more. I think I've realised there just won't be an end.
Kieran: Your optimism undoes my generosity.
*Pause*
Kieran: That's what she said.


Isaac: You killed them!
Katie: No I didn't! I just found them and gave them... a good home!
Isaac: You killed them! You found dead frog-toads and you killed them!


Kieran: I'm either presuming this was done by Isaac...
Isaac: What?
Kieran: I meant Baz!
Isaac: I LOVE BAZ!
Kieran: I knew that would work... it works with anything. Look; Isaac is gay.
Isaac: Wha... wai...
Kieran: Baz
Isaac: I LOVE BAZ!
Jacob: *Giggles* It's like a trap. A gaytrap.


There's more. On video XD

I'll show ya soon ;)

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London with Alex

DAY ONE

Step one: Train.
Step two: Wine.
Step three: Dylan Moran live.
Step four: Pizza.
Step five: Carlsberg export.
Step six: Watch Illusionist.
Step seven: Pass out on floor. Talk in sleep.

DAY TWO

Step one: Piss ass about.
Step two: Look for guitar.
Step three: Wander streets of London for hours.
Step four: Fail to find Charing Cross road.
Step five: Buy new guitar.
Step six: Play guitar.
Step seven: Make toasties. Paw magarine on each others faces.
Step eight: Pass out on floor.

DAY THREE

Step one: Wake up, builders on windows.
Step two: Blog.
Step three: Undoubtedly become intoxicated, possibly see little Catherine.
Step four: Go to small bar. See Beans on Toast l
Step five: get on late train drunk. Say farewell to Alex.
Step six: arrive in Hastings just before midnight. Sober up in town, possibility of slight paranoia on walk home.
Step seven: Sleep in my own bed.

DAY FOUR

:)
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