Wednesday, 5 December 2012

the story of toothpaste: a recipe for red, white and blue splattered disaster


'Toothpaste' was the title given to the inane magazine we tried to fabricate whilst around the naive age of 12. Oh yes, the history of the Blisters goes way back to what shall be referred to hereon out as 'the dark ages'.

aHA. and so the plot thickens. no, it's not that exciting.

Well, back then you see, us two were somewhat a smidge competitive. There is no shame in admitting this (well maybe a little), we we're young, we were girls, we were free flowers flowing in the beautiful, polluted airs of London. And we were ambitious and creative. These days I'd say we have both fallen off and around the beated track.

If I REALLY wanted to take you back in history, I'd tell you about 'The Almighty Pink One With a Big Nose' which was our scrapbook and which, now that I think about it, was not pink. Nor did it have a big nose or a nose of any kind. Maybe of some kind but not the kind one is totally aware of. Nor was it almightily, it's not like we worshipped it. IT worshiped US. It was a shrine to our ways. But in a way we certainly worshipped our ways. So it was almighty, and it could have had a nose of some kind I'm just not sure what kind. HOLY SHIT it actually was pink, why did I think it wasn't? Probably because it was not almighty and not nose-bearing (but it actually may have been both those things). YEAH that stuff you just read (and it may have wiser to have stopped halfway through all that) pretty much sums up the pink one, because it was random and weird. Maybe I'll photocopy it and post it. One day. If the energy and motivation arises. And if the shame falls.

That was going off topic. Toothpaste was our first attempt, but it got stressy at times and then just 'we'd rather do something else. anything else.' The problem with these things is that you do them because your bored. Teenagers living in London with social lives, however distorted (and yes, I would describe my social life as distorted) don't tend to get bored enough to have fuck all to do. Thanks to modern technology and dodgey internet piracy I can get any good tv for nothing straight to that thing which I am typing on this second. Remind me why I'm doing this and not watching Dexter?
 Cyaaaaaaaa

(how i roll)



(or rather procrastinate)


[BLISTER LANA]

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