jellylegs

So today is the day where the rest of my life will twist and twirl and amass itself more in sync with my thought process. It’s the 4th of January. Four days late but I have to deal with the New Year hang over. Not in the literal sense of course. I wish though.. I wish my head throbbed like the sound of Gary what’s his face’s ‘Mad World’ over and over again. But no hangover, just a ‘hang on what the fuck is going on’ moment. So it’s New Year, new Steve. I’m going to read. Read so much as my girlfriend will think I’m flirting with the Librarian. Read until I shit prose. Read until I stop swearing and transform my crudeness into positive literary energy. I WILL READ. But that’s not a New Year resolution. No those things dredge and smother your conscience. What I’m looking for is something to kick-start things over. I dunno why this feeling flows, and to the smug bastard in the back row, ‘No it’s not new years blues’ I’d respond with something sharp and witty but that’s precisely why change must be instigated. I sit, lie, sleep, drink, and occasionly eat in my north London flat. The sound of sirens and spewing mean I live in a city. nice