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#UseYouAnd, What? by Aimee Bea

I know I sound like a broken record but I’m going to have to talk about body hair again. Unlike gainful employment, steady cash flow and a room of one’s own, body hair has remained a niggling constant in my life. This afternoon whilst trying to waste my life on a YouTube binge I was confronted with the most outrageous body hair themed interruption to date: NOT catching a reflection of the spring…

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SUNDAY MUSES

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Beth Lisick | Sister Spit

I can't stop watching videos of Sister Spit, even when the sun is shining outside. 

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/a job's a job/means to an end/

anything is a means to an end, ultimately.

any job is boring

spending time

gathering independent wealth over 

enjoyment.

you don't have to be an adult any more

than you want to be an adult

was it wise to agree to an

extension how can you be sure

how can you ever be sure

you always have your family to fall back on

not everybody has a family that they can

fall back into

you would be mad to waste it mad to waste your intellegence

mad intelligence 

don't waste it you're the only one with any real intelligence

if you're so intelligent why are you so desperate

so desperate to waste it

the roof over your head is the final nail in the coffin. 

anything is a means to an end, ultimately. 

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I went to a lecture on Berlin dada in the 1940's at the Southbank Centre a few weekends ago, Hausmann was one of the artists who stuck in my mind (I wrote his name in my notebook in the dark and everything) I really liked his SOUND POETRY.  

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O HOLY HELL

dull fuck.

mundane dead behind the eyes hi how are you

meaningless futile fuck

holy hell

holy capitalist hell what kept me from the door so long?

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Sometimes.

Sometimes it's less than nothing

further below zero, colder than 

five inches thick white freezing up the pavements

and i'm looking down at my sunset boulevard fingertips

half chewed with restlessness and i'm thinking how did i end up here

and why are you still staring at me through your woody allen glasses?

why am i swapping my eight hours sleep for six and then three, is it

because it's not just the sky that's still bright but the air glowing all around

us so i can feel it in my lungs orange and warm but frosty when i breathe it out.

Sometimes it's persistence 

Sometimes it's getting lucky with timings it's all timings it's a construction

of time i'm built of time i am hours and minutes transformed into arms and legs,

stiff shoulders and problematic genetalia. 

But sometimes it's even more

even more than more even 

more than i can consume 

even when i race to consume it

and i'm in it and i am it and there

is no question that i am living it.

Sometimes it's not about having

a kettle or a toaster or a damp

drywall or a another smoke

or another click or another

stroke or another fuck

sometimes

it just is.

London, January 2013 

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SPACE (postmodernité)

goodnight my little hazelnut is that it is a cow-supelement my station? time, Soliel, NONS short nap works closed the dams. but I love the boulle boir eat and I am very death with iei of my heart after my tet, and my friends. the French are good but green cow. I love Soliel, I live for Soliel. the cow and the dog runs and short runs with my couers you. NONS will the next larry and Lorraine and French door because Larry and Lorraine aves English is good! strawberries, endive, garden, DIY, decxies, fish and cheese. I love all my mowing mowing my couers Soliel my little dejourner I am very hurt because you're not after not here with me. aimee, bienvue and good travel. BY HANNAH, TRANSLATED BY AIMEE FEAT: GOOGLE TRANSLATE