Almonds Anonymous

'I'm a bumblebee!'

me/my brother

real false lennon

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Mr Miller came home after travelling the world, plonked into his old armchair, and said, 'I think I'd like some fish and chips wrapped in newspaper, please.'

i wanna tell her that i love her a lot, but i gotta get a belly full of wine

A gerbera my tubby doctor-neighbour tried growing in his garden, that he likes to tend to shirtless and showing his adorable humpty-dumpty tummy. He drives a light blue car and waves at me as if in slow motion (with neighbourly nod) when he sees me. One day I was cycling and saw him halfway reversed, just staring at his patch of gerberas. So I asked him about them, and he said he's been trying to grow them, feeding them with leftover vegetable skins (the dedication!) and giving them special treatment, but they seem to have developed a disease. He pulled some out; I took one. Today I looked where the plot was and it was all green, no more yellow gerberas.

wistful simon and garfunkel

time it was o what a time it was
a time of innocence, a time of confidences
long ago it must be
i have a photograph, preserve your memories
they're all that's left you

me/my brother

my inheritance

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please may i take a train with you

i promise to stick to you like glue

i won't get lost in the dining car

we can take turns to read al lado del mar

we'll pass through strange cloudy fields

have cake after all our meals

see all sorts of stormy sunny weather

pick up pennies and feathers

watch a busker, his accordion and drum

nap like cats in the afternoon hum

please lets take this trip someday

any,

any,

any

which

way.

my father's hair does cartwheels

像冬夜里没有光明

We are in the throes of hard work and inspiration, which is a marvellous real way to be. I haven't truly felt this way since Let's lick lennon's lemons, which I just found out at dinner just now (after all these years) horrified my parents, my father especially.

But here is his admission:

"I must admit ah, actually ah, that tsd really give you very good training you know."

Yes Papa.

(It really must be horrifying for a man to see his 18 year old daughter in not-much, just big fake daisies covering the essential parts.)

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The routine these days is, try to wake at 645, actually wake at 7, leave house by 745, listen and sing to Francoise Hardy in the car, reach at 830, put packed lunch in fridge, go to editing room, edit while being addicted to almonds, pee, microwave lunch, eat lunch, back to editing, eat more almonds and granola bars and cucumber with almond butter, pee more, microwave dinner or buy dinner, eat dinner, fill water, edit till computers shut down, backup, go home, bathe, sleep, inadvertently dream of Fantastic Yellow Pee, wake.

But the magic takes place in between all that (and ironically on big scary computers), despite it being in a cold and frigid lab. It takes place between lucy and I giving birth to a something from the bottom of our hearts. And now five days before the deadline, looking at the screenshots, I can't believe all the things we did; it all came from a feeling we wanted, and now it is Something.


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