First I asked you for a kiss ( Read more... )

I was twenty one years when I wrote this song ( Read more... )

I hate myself and I want to die.

Love is a pit
Where we spend our time
Falling in and out of
But mostly in.
And find it hard to
Get out
Again.

So, Livejournal, it's just me and you. Everyone else is gone. I know I claimed to have finished with you a few years ago, but let's be honest I've posted in you on numerous occasions since then ( Read more... )

Watching The Road... I read the book a few years back but watching the film has really upset me. How are you meant to come to terms with the death of your parents? Hopefully it's a long time before I have to deal with such things, but how are you meant to deal with it? I'm distraught at even the idea that they will one day die, given the nature of ( Read more... )

A biting itch grips my stomach. Noxious vapour oozes from the valve. A dull itch, and a swelling dread, and I will lie hungry tonight ( Read more... )

We trudged through the remnants of a city, once great. The atmospheric processors made us forgetful, but not complacent. Bricks and blood, they built this city ( Read more... )

Radiohead are fucking amazing.

Sit down, stand up.
Walk into the jaws of hell.

Sarah, I wish I could have appreciated this album (Hail to the Thief) whilst I knew you, cos I know we would have had plenty to talk about. PS If you are reading this, do you like Thom Yorke's 'The Eraser'?

I was just ordered, whilst playing Day of Defeat (a game about World War 2), to watch my language (i.e. typed language). Now to be fair, I am not an advocate of obscenity, but the word in question was 'damn'. I used it in the sentence 'Damn you, (guy who killed me ( Read more... )