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 →
this is a new era of throwing back the lines of hunting sharks and counting crows this is a new era where I will find my soul craving inside as a little boy where I will decide how to listen to the earths voice this is an era when shit will happen and (in)humanity isn't... Lees verder →
To another job another province even another country or another person is not what I want when I haven't neatly lost what I had to leave to be - different and then I move on to god-knows-where with god-knows-who in a godforsaken place because I have to be there the universe holds it in its... Lees verder →
She sat there with eyes deep and bright in dark make-up to be with her is to get her attention while she’s hunting herself I dropped my fingers, what was the point of writing as she sat here before me she told me about Wu Wei - without knowing what it was how she kept... Lees verder →
Fastfood romantics 