Flashes of pictures and memories slip spin swirl how do you feel about it? I know you’re watching, andthat must mean you’re thinking about something somewhere somehow but is it p e n e t r a t I n g? How far does the image does the word the sound the scene slip through… Continue reading Three Minutes on Cinema
It’s a colour that just embodies everything girly. Yuck. But I only learnt to hate pink after I’d learnt to love it. I used to stare at the pink girls on shiny cardboard boxes who looked so real, so friendly, laughing with their hair curled golden, advertising a tea party set made in but… Continue reading A Scrap of Pink
Not too glossy, though. If it were a sunny day and you were standing outside with this rectangular piece of card, your mum wouldn’t shout at you to stop glinting her with that thing. It gives the illusion of being pretty sturdy. You can bend it and it won’t crease. But, if you really wanted… Continue reading White card, slightly glossy.
Songs, slogans, jingles, posters, Porn Hub, magazines, yoghurt ads, labs, bad TV, good TV, movies, Instagram, Twitter, Facebook and YouTube, kids’ books and adults’ too, under the table in your local pub, school loos, car boots, car parks and cinemas, airplanes, ice-rinks, patches of grass, Noah’s Ark, on T-shirts, socks, in daylight or pitch dark,… Continue reading Yeah we know sex is everywhere.
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