So I’m flicking through Facebook tagged photos, and find the one of my old maths class. At the time, I was perhaps 10% larger than I currently am, and therefore look horribly miserable and very large on the photo. I am still very large, but someone felt the need, recently, to tag ‘boobs’ on top of me on said photograph. I presume it’s either Mr Harrison or Mr Dyson who...
I’m now sat in the dark watching a video on how to lose weight fast, hosted by a fitness fanatic, and somehow I haven’t yet realised that I’m not going to follow this regime, and I’m probably not going to lose weight, and I won’t get ‘ripped abs’ because I’ll think I’ve conformed pscyhologically. Silly James!
A Teenage Accost.
I’m Wreckless, Bored, Dead. An immortal French poet said I’d march for love, and I’d march for Perhaps, Solitude is a time lapse when seen from far below. So bring forth your drums, Descend from the slums, Show me your vigor, Petite Figure and erotic snigger, for we are the people in a crisis lost, And we are the Heroes with Emotions Crossed, But forever...
You know what?
My life is actually brilliant. I’m surrounded by the most hillarious, the most caring, and the most originally intelligent of people who I can be myself around. I have a great family, I’m well financed, and everything is good. I never want this time to end, but I want to say I went to see a Dead Poet’s grave with Antonio and Jess one day, and it was spectacular. Not because of...
That crap I posted last night. The norm will resume shortly. Personal problems can’t get in the way of human unity, and the smashing of universal walls. Fear Builds Walls friends.
The Romantic Requirement.
Provide me a dais with garlands of wild weeds, Give me a torch with the light that feeds, Lend me a television, evidence, leads, Show me my deeds to allow me to wander in squalor or petty repor, To sneak through the thicket: Norwegian Folk Lore, Thaw the Prince of Permafrost Decay, So he can turn, with hesitation, and say: “No Romance is Sacred Today.”
The low-life has lost its appeal.: 16/07/11 →
zephyrintheskyatnight: That’s just the way people like me and you work. When hours pass and you’re sat alone, staring into nothingness, picking at tiny man-made fractures in your skin, pulling out your hair one by one, eyelashes, fingernails. How do you escape the madness when it is the only thing left? How can…
From Filey. I had such an amazing time. I’m going to miss each and every one of those guys. I’d take a bullet for them now, and I always will. FbW <3
It's the 7th July
and I go on Facebook, and see a status suggesting that ‘muzzies’ killed people in London which meant catastrophe. I know Islamic Extremists caused the tragedy 6 years ago. I know this. I watched the news. I remember it. However, like the war in Iraq, there are certain people who have still not woken up. They’ll sit in their arm chairs and watch the world go by, whilst they point...
To All Those on the New Flotilla.
You are bound for one of the most oppressed areas in the world. An area dominated by death, and total hatred. There’s a serious problem with this human race, and it’s the individuals like yourselves, going forth to defend our democracy, and the children of Gaza from the abhorrent evil of Israel remaining strong. They can take bodies, and they can take ships, but they can never take...
We Shall Overcome.
Me and Jess,
Went to see Sylvia Plath’s grave. We had tonnes of fun. I’m going to miss her like absolute crazy.