Tuesday, 12 January 2010

Saturday, 9 January 2010

I'd like

to make myself believe
that planet earth turns slowly

Lights

Friday, 8 January 2010

Wednesday, 6 January 2010

Cursed

I hate my fucking guts
I hate desire
I hate lust
I hate humanity
I hate instinctively
I hate this fucking world for fucking hating me

. . .

“This idea of fun: cars, girls, Saturday night, bottle of wine... to me, these things are morbid. I was always attracted to people with the same problems as me. It doesn't help when most of them are dead” Morrissey

wit-woo!


and we don't know

just where our bones will rest

kicking the heart out

if music is my lover, you are just a tease
you make love to a shadow whose face is hallow money

you can't stop kicking the heart out
and you're a practical mess
behind links of celebrity dropouts
you're just a shepherd, but oh well

Tuesday, 5 January 2010

hello darkness my old friend

If I had money . . . .

££dolla£dolla£bill£y'all££





snow day = movie day

I didn't go to work today, most people in Manchester got snowed in. I stayed in bed and watched kick-ass movies