I feel so sluggish and tired that even breathing is an immense effort, my eyes are constantly pulled downwards and breathing in and out feels short and tense, as if I am in a state of chronic hyper-ventilation. Outside, there is no sun, no moon, no stars to be seen, everything is gray and dreary.... 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 →
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
Steaming heat from the countless holes collides and jumps with the cold, screaming children's voices, an electronic sound swells like tears from hell, they play up, from the restless animal, monotonous noise, silences thoughts, and lead the way home. I leave the waiting room, while a woman right in front of me slams the door.... Lees verder →
Fastfood romantics 