Alex Garland

Francoise rolled on to her side and looked at me. 'Tell me about some other worlds,' she whispered. 'Well,' I replied. 'That's a lot to tell.'

Etienne stirred and turned over again.

I leant over and kissed Francoise. She pulled away, or laughed, or shook her head, or closed her eyes and kissed me back. Etienne woke, clasping his mouth in disbelief. Etienne slept. I slept while Francoise kissed Etienne.

Light years above our bin-liner beds and the steady rush of the surf, all these things happened.

Gunshots by computer

I live in a house full of surrealist drug abusing colourful anarchists.

Check me owwwwwt. :) :) :)

If the revolution doesn't want me, I don't give a shit.

I've got wasted 5 of the 7 days I've been back.`:D Happy times.

I like Baz.
I like Molly.
I like Jacob.
I like Ken.
I like Jess.

Living here is better than living at other places.

It's Bangface soon. Holy fuck we're going to smash the granny out of our tiny little minds.

I wonder if it will give us new perspectives on anything...

Nah. =p