the zutons should be shot or something.. we went to see them last night at the cavern, i'd heard a song or two and everyone seems to love them at the moment, but they were just.. awful.. as were the support band 'dogs die in hot cars' who not only have the worst name ever, but are also the worst band i've ever seen live, just.. horrific.. sort of ( Read more... )

Today I bought a lemon yellow vaguely translucent skirt in the vintage shop on walcot street. It's actually very nice. I will prove this with a photo sometime soon. In addition to this; pure morning by placebo/a book of poems from the 60s in oxfam, razorlight single (someone start a community..?). I took photos in the yellow record shop, and ( Read more... )

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Already I have been referred to a counsellor and it's only the first term. I have been drawing messy black biro hearts, and, I want your serenity.

p.s is it really that odd to listen to The Snow Queen on tape a lot..

Music collage, instead of essay ( Read more... )

I must watch the toast instead of daydreaming, I have burnt toast countless times since I came home.

I love this song/band so much ( Read more... )

You can hear the music pulsing as you walk slowly down the dimly lit stairs to the underground level. You can watch people watching you from the corner of their eye. One window is shattered and patched with brown cardboard strip. Stickers, posters, writing on the walls. Every obscure band you've never heard of. Every band that makes your heart feel ( Read more... )

The affect of endings. He doesn't inspire poems anymore, just craving. I guess I'd give him tiny hearts made of clear ice, so that they could melt away in his hands. Cold, beautiful, destined to disappear.

"i just want your eyes fixated on me".

he told me i'd never be content with anyone.