Today I'm working at the flower shop and it's windy and rainy outside, which means people want roast dinners and mulled wine and polar fleece, not beautiful flowers. So to fill in the time I've been a) getting reacquainted with my good friends Mick Jagger and Dmitri Shostakovich and b) actually doing something I promised to do, and gluing my little fingers together making zines.
I've been thinking the write-y things I dare to drag through the editing process lose some of their teenage melodrama...as soon as I wash my hands and start combing through words with my fingers they get cleaned up and censored before I realise what I'm doing. Trying to tread a fine line between being too crazy and being too vanilla, oh!
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