and then the end was here I saw these patterns of years repeating useless fears and then I put it away like old cornflakes in a locker they didn't taste it was a total loss ready to hit its wing in an empty street this dream of you and me no regret, nor a final tear just a heavy stone,... Lees verder →
The wild meat wanted to surround itself, to clasp down the skin, but it tore open, lifeless plasma was released, freely it couldn't breathe and gasped back into the wild meat, out of breath it brokefor the last time.
Ooh I want! I want haunted the child running into darkness down long corridors of delight no, I don't want to go outside let me, let me wandering in the dark, I want, I want oh so nothing!
Last weekend I dove into Camden Town to get a bit of the Amy Winehouse feel before going to see the film about her life. But like the film, I kept it a bit boring. I didn't use drugs, did sniff weed on the street and drank a Camden's Hell and Guinness. But that was... Lees verder →
and then when I hear youat the bar with all the blows you’ve received the seasons wandered beyond the window paneand you question yourself like in politics, it seems unreal “You go further than I want,” you say thenwhen I touch you and ask to descend deeper, your head wet with sweat, “you go too... Lees verder →
you pound headstrong with regained violence against closed doors being free as you thought pushes you unexpectedly to places you already came our stupid heads bangs itself against broken fortresses until it explodes you lay the remains to rest where no one has come yet, heroism lies far away and you bash and you bash... Lees verder →
the socials I find of heroes and romantics are too lovely to be mine resemble those of a romantic fool with small stories of crash and burn not so funny or witty just some shit I try (to survive) so every day I refuse to post great socials that aren’t true
