We like texture

i want to talk to you, those crazies that still read the blog, and not just blow air in your faces. i desperately want to talk to you, a little less photography, a little more quaint chat. Wouldn't that be nice?

Yes, well. Johannesburg, Germany, Holland, England, Scotland, the Bushveld. Those places away from home and my favourite fridge. The whole time, I was desperately thinking, "what could i tell them?".

Secrets coming your way! Somehow they will, by hook or by crook. I've just suffered, you see, from being meaning-devoid. Couldn't communicate, yeah? So this vessel just went about its endless holiday, seemingly empty, or at least weirdly retentive.

This is just a promise. I'll write some. And the graphic will change. I could never pretend to be some hip-hop guy. Or gang-bangin' thug, I believe the lingo goes. Anyway, the graphic will change, just like we all do, all the time.

Since I'm feeling a bit short for coherence and MESSAGE at the mo', let Mr Julian Casablance of The Strokes explain it to you some (imagine wailing, distorted synth in the background):

I've got nothing to say
I've got nothing to say
I've got nothing to say
I've got nothing to say

I've got nothing to give
I've got no reason to live
But I will fight to survive
I've got nothing to hide,
Wish I wasn't so shy

I'd like to watch
I'd like to read
I'd like a part
I'd like the lead

I've got nothing to say
I've got nothing to say
I've got nothing to say
I've got nothing to say

Be posting soon.


Ah! There you are!

Not less photography! Ack! More talk, fine, but don't do away with the pics! Please??
 C  


yo ek weet nie waar die ander comments nou op jou posts is nie... nice nuwe template maar waar is alles! awesome foto's ek stem saam jy moet hulle hou.
 Anonymous  


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