I haven’t said anything here in 3 months. I haven’t said anything in life for 2 years. Why is so hard to say things now?
This is the second blog post that is completely without point.
I kissed a boy and I find myself empty. The kiss was without point.
Demented Squirrel is completely overdue a revamp. The word, revamp, has a very interesting origin. According to the Sherlock Holmes of words, a vamp is part of a shoe, over the front of the foot, which would often have to be replaced and renewed to sustain the shoe. Hence, vamp or revamp is as so to renew, to give new life. I don’t know how happy the demented squirrels will be for it.
The youtubers Bertie Gilbert and Sammy Paul brought out a new short film; it was very good. I want to eat the camera, but it’s not economical viable.
I stopped concentrating on trying to loose weight, and I lost weight. Take it how you will.
All I know is this blog post is very much without point.
The summer is coming to an end. I didn’t do anything I planned. I did do a lot. I went travelling on a belt of South India, from East to West, visiting both surrounding seas. I swam in the Bengal sea again like I had when I was a child in Cox’s Bazaar, Bangladesh, and like my whole line of ancestors before me. It was the first time I didn’t mind the feel of sand. I liked the freedom.
Why is it so cold?
I move back to London very soon. I’m excited, though moving confuses me. I feel like I don’t remember what not feeling confused feels like, if that’s not too confusing.
“I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, / dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix / angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night” Howl, Allan Ginsberg
This blog post is as without point as the last.