I suppose much of my life is horribly predictable. Noticing the patterns tells you a lot about yourself; I've discovered that I find it hard to pull myself away from people who make me feel shit about myself, and that being is love is having a 3am journey around Asda as the highpoint of your week. I'm the boy who did too much. The most difficult ( Read more... )

Guess who's back, bitchez.

p.s. I'll write something proper when the chili hot chocolate stop hurting my face.

Love Debt

I have one green glove
given by my first love
for my sixteenth birthday;
three months, one night, then pills
until my blood ran thin.
It might just be hearsay
but I've heard the ills
of first love sink a well
from which the clamourous din
of amourous want sping still.

'A schoolboy who was barred from an American football game because he wasn’t wearing the regulation shoes and kneepads has received an apology after officials discovered he has no legs' - The Sunday Times.

Hello! Watch these films and then have interesting conversations with me about them. I need to stop Hamletting my life up, dawg.

Kung Fu Hustle
Fear X
Palindromes

some other cool shit.. stop leaching my taste, children!

Stifled by a gag,
blinded by a silken scarf;
won't know what hit her.

My tongue goes bad places,
but she doesn't really care,
laid out cold like that.

The bruises remind;
sometimes pleasure is hard work;
beauty is split lips.

Watched a guy get attacked in the street while I was riding on a bus; turks and kurds, by the look. Four guys with kebab knives, long and round-ended, hitting him with them while he ran away. I think I saw some ear come off ( Read more... )

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by the best minds of my generation ( Read more... )

London has skidded-stumbled-collapsed into the beginnings of Autumn; I wake up regularly with an ache in my face, less a reminder of the last night's revellries than some unfortunate physiological syndrome brought on by a combination of weighty bones and a change in atmospheric pressure. Little Brother, it aches. My days are spent in quiet ( Read more... )

What is it, to know someone? I have a friend.. a friend? A Something, a person I talk to, or rather, type at.. someone I asked for music recommendations when I was downloading from their shareaza. What a way to meet! They're distant; half the world away. We got talking, and became.. friends? And now she's ill.. and it feels like a punch in the ( Read more... )