Pink! You've gone and painted it pink!

Saturday's Zokutou meet included writing a manifesto (and shouting out bits of it in Covent Garden) with eldar, verlaine, mcfie, and elvichar. We hung out at the ICA. Some lovely exhibitions there as usual, such as photos of two rather different towns in different countries, where all the bulbs in the streetlamps have been replaced by those from the other town. Saturday night, I ended up seeing a film - Adaptation.

On Sunday, verlaine and I scoured the streets of London for the pink tank that we'd seen a photo of the day before. After many chirping subways with flaking ceilings, the tank was found on a desolate piece of land on a street corner. It was still bright pink, barbified, but with moss growing on it, so we climbed it.

How some of my friends might respond to music

After a short amount of time, he just forgets how to dance and stands there, still, on the dancefloor, until the song ends.
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He prefers the lyrics to the music. Listening to the words, he wonders what profound tales they might let swell from his life.
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He likes apocalyptic neo-classical, gregorian chanting, stoner and doom metal, but what he most likes to sing is "hi ho, hi ho".
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When she was learning to ski, she had to do the actions to "head, shoulders, knees and toes" on the ski-slope. Even though she fell over, she still thinks it might be one of her favourite songs.