May contain a heavy dose of Jim Kerr
I really, really want to thank him for sharing this book. It is utterly FASCINATING! But I just dare not. “Operation Stay Away” hasn’t even lasted two days! It got off to a false start in the first place from him sharing this and talking about birds (though ultimately the post was about Elbow). I’m…
And…fuck he’s making it hard! It’s a phenomenal write-up…and the thing I actually love most about him…despite all the silly ogling. I think I am genuinely in love with this man… Oh, how I want to reply. To say SOMETHING…if nothing more than “Wow!” and “Thank you!” You know…all that thought-provoking stuff that would have…
Except there is no “prize”. Well, maybe the prize of…self-fulfilment in having created something vaguely artistic. It still feels like therapy. Painful therapy that I’m not sure really helps at all any more, but in fact PROLONGS agony.
I prepare myself to go. Ready to walk away. Leave him be. At least take a break until my birthday…or just after. See if it is possible to give up a drug I am finding myself increasingly addicted to… And then… It’s like he knew… You….just had to bring up the subject of birds, didn’t…
Been fannying around tonight…doing silly stuff and just…playing…keeping the creative juices flowing…
On the quest to create a lyric piece for every track on every SM studio album (minus Neon Lights as it’s a covers album and contains not a single Kerr lyric – doing something like Street Hassle is a different affair…one cover in an otherwise full Kerr lyric written SM album is a different kettle…
Sycophancy Nancy has come out to play tonight. Lovesick pathetic bitch that she is.
Today I will be mostly trying to spot nipple on a rather resplendent and rippled chest. Ooh I do love a skinny boy. YES! It is not lost on me the irony… But I can’t help what I like to be aesthetically pleasing. The fact that I am a washed out old hag with tits…
This picture came up as a Facebook memory today. By God, he is beautiful! I mean…just…sheer, effortless beauty. As a consequence, choosing the title for the post made me think of this…
And makes me smile and giggle…and my mood instantly lifts. And it almost feels like a “Spaceface moment” again…even though that was more personal because it involved my art…but all the same. Just the effect he had of lifting my mood and taking me out of my woes. I could kiss him! I bloody well…