Sunday 06:31am. Sleep deprivation.

Sunday, 06:33am. Sleep deprivation is a form of torture. Who cares anyway. I can't be fucking bother. Today I stopped by the shop.

List of products.
2 brushes. (1 flat and 1 round) they were in sale. Flipping cheap. -the quality is poor though-.
1 set of indian ink. £12.99 but the set is made of 6 colours, the quality in pretty good.
2 pieces of mount-board. Cheap cheap material. I cannot afford quality paper.
1. little bottle of PVA. AKA fucking colbon. (it sounds like cold-bone).

From the off license
1. Can of tuna fish.

1. Bag of slice bread (it taste like a piece of carpet but without the pattern).
1 box of eggs. (I smashed one by accident so I'm not having eggs next Saturday).
1 box of paracetamol.
1. can od 7up. (If I had my own brand I'd call it 7down, more attuned to my mood).

I watched 15 minutes of Portugal V Germany and I found out that sometimes football is much better than Valium. Portugal V Germany = I fell asleep, consequently I managed to stay up from 22:00 (roughly) up to now (6:44). Yet I have done some work.

(this post is just bollocks)
Volan.
another drawing by Ferney (that is why he is busy). "Sale Sale!!!"

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Volan's last will.

This is a picture of the envelope I received. On September the 29th I received a letter sent from London Metropolitan Police’s forensic department. The envelope contains Volan’s death report. I am still recovering from such a terrible moment. As Volan’s closest (and perhaps sole) friend I am in the obligation of publishing these lines on his own blog, as it was his last will. In strange circumstances my dearest friend Volan passed away in the dawn of the 23rd of September in Homerton Hospital in London. His body was carted off from the churchyard of Saint Paul’s Cathedral after a mad night out with Siobhan (Sweeny), -an Irish-Scottish blues singer whose Volan had just met few hours before in the surrounding areas of Anexo Bar, close to Farringdon Station. At the moment that the ambulance arrived at the place Volan showed a critical state and almost without vital signals dying a while after indoors, in the above mentioned hospital. The death certificated shows a very cryptic language ...

let's give a break to our mother

This is an e-mail and digital invitation going on around the world. Let's switch off the lights, tv, lap tops and other electrical devices tomorrow the 17th of April 2007 from 19:53 to 20:00 . It is just 7 minutes and the benefits for the planet will be notorious. Please spread the word!. I am not fond chained e-mails but I reckon this is a very good reason. Esta es una cyber-invitacion que esta dandole la vuelta a mundo. Apagemos las luces, televisores, computadores personales y demas aparatos electricos manana 17 de Abril de 2007 desde las 19:53 hasta las 20:00. Son solo 7 minutos y los beneficios para el planeta seran notorios. Comuniquenlo a sus amigos, envien e-mails o escribanlo en sus blogs... No soy muy amigo de las cadenas de correos electronicos pero considero que esta es una buena causa.

norman mclaren

Norman McLaren was one of the most significant abstract filmmakers of the British inter-war period. Born in 1914 in Stirling, Scotland, he entered the Glasgow School of Fine Arts in 1932, where he became interested in film and joined the School's Kine Society. His earliest extant film, Seven Till Five (1933), a "day in the life of an art school", was clearly influenced by Eisenstein and displays a strongly formalist attitude. (more)

Nevermind the bollocks!

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