Went to see Final Fantasy last night at Taylor John's in Coventry. I heard there was to be a harpist preceding Owen, and a moderately rocky local band. Thought when we got there they shifted the order around and so it all started much later that I had thought, and than was advertised ( Read more... )

Can your heart break when you are not in love? Or is that just pain? The sort that causes one to become a black hole of happiness. It's a mark upon your head, which people can see for miles, the proverbial cow bell. To be a leper would be so simple now, a mere outcast looks a beautiful fate. Of course I would not say that if it were a real ( Read more... )

"This guy's walking down the street when he falls in a hole. The walls are so steep he can't get out ( Read more... )

why do some search for every detail, no matter how painful. they search for every needle and eery hammer blow. what makes you want to know exactly how? does the how explain the why? something is broken, that hurts, isn't that enough? i don't need to know, i don't want to know. i don't need more pain, to be able to visualize, to know. when you know ( Read more... )

first there was "torture-lite" now it is "Enhanced Interrogation Techniques". oh dear god!

i have discovered via last_dance a beautiful website. it islovely and fabulous and you must go, if only to admire.

"It keeps holding me all the way through. I think this is great because this does not betray me," she told AP.

so i am sitting in the library sucking up knowledge from the information superhighway. when did it become a superhighway and not just a highway. i am waiting for it to be 10pm, to go into a night where i shall know few people. it seems absurd. my wine lips speak of nothing, to no one. fretting whilst annoyed. i should pack to leave Sheffield for ( Read more... )

Hiding amongst many, bright primary colours assault my head, already full with pointless thoughts. Sitting in the yellow, cowardice in my heart, trying to work with people who listen into conversations not for their ears. The lack of wall claustrophobic and worrisome. I am weary of this week and wait for it to end. No longer biding my time, never ( Read more... )

It was a sordid night spent in a sweaty haze. we grabbed onto each other with avaricious lust. two wretched souls distorted, twisted in with pure white sheets. the peachful night snatched from the sleeping masses, taken by the debauched few. we were envious of their contentment, trying and searching for a small piece of our own. Misguided by pride ( Read more... )