Monday, 27 October 2008

PART 1

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JESS HIGGINS is primarily a picture maker but is trying to make words fit together and work and stuff. She has existed for seventeen years and has lived in Eccles since she first left the womb. Leaving the womb was something tragic and terrifying but she is learning to deal with it day by day and really thinks that it’s fine to take things slowly like that. She likes staying at home all day long when she’s supposed to be doing something, which happens a lot because at the moment she is always supposed to be doing something seven days of every week, apart from at Christmas time and bank holidays and half term and Easter and summer. She enjoys scarves and warm drinks and having breakfast on a Saturday. Her favourite things to draw with are super fine line pens, and she likes to cut things up and make new things, stuff like that. She started this project with her old buddy old pal Howard in an attempt to encourage others to take POSITIVE STEPS and do really amazing things. She’d really love to hear what you’re up to at the minute, so feel free to say hi at JHESSIGGINS@HOTMAIL.CO.UK


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NINE STEPS TO BETTER SPINAL HEALTH AND THEREFORE A HAPPIER SENSE OF BEING; TITLE IMAGE.

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A SHORT EXTRACT FROM

THINGS THAT HAVE HAPPENED BEFORE AND WILL MOST CERTAINLY HAPPEN AGAIN SOON


DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT, I'M JUST HAVING AN OFF WEEK


SO AM I


THAT'S OKAY


We are silent again.

I am always having an off week and so are you, we are young and we think that we think, we think that we think deeply and too much, but mostly we are just having off weeks. I look at you and you look the same as you do everyday, I look at me and I look the same as I do everyday. We are growing bored with seeing each others face and clothes every day. We are tired of the feel of each others' hands. I consider this and become afraid. I reach for your hand and you clutch it and there is warmth. We turn a corner and a man in a suit and a hurry walks between us. Momentarily I forget where we are going. I open my mouth to ask and in the same moment I remember. You look and smile and expect, I pretend to sneeze and you take my hand again, you point out something you find interesting. We are there now and I need to sit down a second. We sit on the steps and smoke cigarettes, we are young and think that we think and think that we feel and feel as though we are eighty years old, we are praying FATHER TAKE ME HOME, I HAVE BEEN HERE TOO LONG.

1 comment:

Kevin said...

This is beautiful and this is everyone