i am essentially terrible at keeping any kind of solid lines of communication with the outside wold. hence my last entry being months ago. i don't do much these days, i am working as a full time sticker bitch at HMV sparks. i still write a lot, but not much of it is seen by people. i am sure to be like so many artists before me, and leave behind a ( Read more... )

it's 213am ( Read more... )

I’ve been giving myself license to become something I attest to not being ( Read more... )

i've got some sort of nervous need to attack the same subject
to be broken over the same thematic elements
sean sean sean

you're a sorry lot
and for what?

butter your bread with both sides of the knife for once
then use that knife to cut yourself free

i did something nice today
when i wake up i shall have to punch someone at random
just to balance out the nice

413am...we meet again

i want to slam my face into the keys of my organ

and hack my guitar to shit with power tools

give me noise, and i shall give you a sane sean

something says that i'll be by you on the end of each day ( Read more... )

many hours of walking around in the rain helped me forget actually
forget why i came to that place
forget why i would want to stay
forget what i felt

instead i now remember there is a boatload of good things here...

so fuck it, i'm out.

You’re a lover of wrongs and rights ( Read more... )

maybe maybe maybe ( Read more... )

like timber falling past the dust and leaves ( Read more... )