feel no emotion as we spiral down

It gets hard to explain: the Gardenhead knows my name.
I tried to embed some music by David Gael (French band guy) here but can't figure it out.

Elly won't mind me posting this. Can't be bothered editing it right now either. Read if you can be bothered.
fuck it that wasn't worth posting
what nevermind

this is what, the 5th time I've edited this post.
I need to get on with something.
Some project.
I'm gonna go out and buy writing paper and some pens and stuff and write a fucking screenplay.

or a novel or play or something.
I'll buy a small notebook and a large one. Large one being for ideas.




So, I went out and couldn't find a single shop that sold them. What the hell is wrong with this city? I couldn't possibly write on my computer, oh wait.