( drunken freestyle vaguely in the manner of Victorian horror )

Posted today's freestyle on my new freundes' blog, bad_writers ( Read more... )

Drunken freestyle ( Read more... )

Beginning of play ‘the Martyr’

FATHER and SON in tavern, drunkenly leaning over the table and pawing at each other while trying to make themselves heard, drunken smiles on their faces.

FATHER: I am the patron of a thousand fantasies of degradation. I wear my lust like a coat of dreams: it is my lust that forms the clay feet of my sins upon which I ( Read more... )

Warhol to Monroe ( Read more... )

It's been a really dramatic few weeks ( Read more... )

So, last night I went for a midnight ramble with Leo, aka Leonard Triffid. We managed to get into this huge building site by propping a long branch against a tree next to the fence and climbing over the fence and a long mud hole that had provided the earth-mound for the fence. We smoked some bud and told each other hilarious stoner stories while we ( Read more... )

Today during my lunch break I went into one of those incredibly expensive salad bars in Leicester Square to snaffle some sugar sticks. The whole place was full of beautiful women eating Caesar salads at a rate of about four molecules at a time, their hands cupped against their chins as they talked so that they could protect their Prada outfits ( Read more... )

My name is Jonah, and my life is loosely based around a college and a film studio in London. I am seventeen and I live with my mother and brother in an old Victorian house with my cat, Pirate. I call him this because he is part pig and part rat. Most of the time I am out with my friends, or in school, or working at the film studios, where I am on ( Read more... )

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