i want to drink you up.

keep seeing this burnt orange colour on all the chicks and in all the shops.
personally i don't rate it.  i like to drink my orange not wear it.
but seems fine.

'i'm a pretty big colour right now if you hadn't noticed' pencil on paper. 

silly old you.

'silly old cat face' - ink on paper illustration - steal it and i will cut you.

don't you want to kiss me.

no.

home town bound.

i always forget about how pretty home is.

eyes wide. shut.

i got some bins finally. and i can mother fucking see stuff.  it's incredible.  i've been missing out on some good things.  like detail, facial expressions and everyday life for a long time.

quite a lot of mad things have happened to me recently.

and it's made me quiet.  i'm mostly sorry at myself for that.

street sitting. street drinking.

keeping it forever classy at Hackney Wick-ed.