Monday, July 31, 2006

 

Kollectiv @ LoveBristol



Crossman in full effect with the painting -check the crazy mad skillz!








Marts trying to make everyone believe he has just painted this....

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

 

Mes modes sont fragiles comme une bulle

Just when you're feeling ok your world collapses.

why? don't know. How? Oh, I know how. Allowed my thoughts to wander. Now I have a ball of unhappiness locked in my stomach. The more the distance the more I allow myself to believe i lost more than I actually did. Rose tinted memory. Desires to hurt, embarrass and expose where there should be love and forgiveness.

Boy do I need some renewing of my mind

Sunday, July 09, 2006

 

Kollektiv vision for a Kollektiv future

Actually this post is about being mistook for 28/29 by girls who then ignore me when they find out my real age.

Actually, not girls; women.

I think my demographic is changing - I used to fancy girls. Now I fancy women. Is it just a subtle change in nomenclature or a symptom fo greater maturity?

Wait - can't possibly be the latter

M

Friday, July 07, 2006

 

Special shirts?

Do you think the Kookie Kollectiv should have special shirts, with our nicknames on the back?

Its what all the kool kids have....

Tuesday, July 04, 2006

 

What flava?

What flava should The Kookie kollektiv be......?

I think after last night's dinner, it could be ginger....

What do the rest of ya think?

 

Where do we go now part 2

I think life should be more like TV. I think all of life's problems ought to be solved in 30 minutes with simple homilies, don't you? I think weight and oral hygiene ought to be our biggest concerns.

I think we should all have powerful, high-paying jobs, and everyone should drive fancy sports cars. All our desires should be instantly gratified.

Women should always wear tight clothes, and men should carry powerful handguns.
Life overall should be more glamorous, thrill-packed, and filled with applause, don't you think?

Or I could lie and say that life is there for the simple pleasures of good company, good food and good conversation, wrapped in the tin foil of love and slow roasted over a weekend.

 

Where do we go now

what is the Kookie doing?

Hmmmm

Do we need a strategy session? What happened to freedom and singleness? Can we all just relax pleasE?
M

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