I first met Big Jim on the night of Claire's last DJ set. There I was, with my head down the loo, on my hands and knees, vomitting up the last of the snakebite. It was that kind of night. So I finish up, wipe my mouth clean and try to feel more human. As I walk out of the cubicle, he's stood there, with his big shit-eating grin, combing his hair ( Read more... )

I have a new LJ, aimed at being more of a diary than a place for my infrequent (sorry) writing.Hope fully ill be able to update everyday, please weigh with you thoughts on my musings!
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I feel the soft pressure as she runs her finger across my palm, spelling out those words we are too shy to say, skin tingling at the touch. I smile, replaying the action, my rough hands on her pale skin. She is a doll, my angel in a sheet, smiling eyes from behind rimmed glasses.

People say we live in a multicultural society, but its crap. We live in a multi-racial society, it is accepted to be white, black, asian, american or whatever, and rightly so. But then why is OK to sneer down your nose at other sub-cultures? Why is it ok for chavs to laugh at goths, calling them abnormal, freaks? Why do rockers mock indie kids, ( Read more... )

I watch her crack her knuckles, the rings spinning as she pushes. I fold my newspaper and tip the waitress. The rain hits me full in the face and i smile again ( Read more... )

10k in 1hr 18min 43sec. so better than I thought. Knees achey. Stairs are my new nemesis. But I did it!

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What will you do when the lights fade and the bodies burn? Will you curl up, hope for the best, hope for the death? Sitting all alone in the broken shell that was a house, was a home, the tears rolling down your cheeks. Or are you hoping that they will miss you? That in all the confusion they will pass you by, bigger fish to fly and all that. But ( Read more... )

She smiles and we chat and the beast in my stomach roars. It twists and it growls and it bites. But I smiles and laugh. And she holds my heart in my hands, the blood dripping down her wrist. She wipes it away with a napkin, i try to cover the hole in my chest ( Read more... )

I hear her voice crack over the phone, it's sound matching that of my heart. I just want to run to her. I hear the tears slip into the receiver, the quiet fizz of water on copper. I can see her, curled up under my dressing gown, hiding from the world, trying to hide from the pain. And all I can do it tell her I love her. Useless. A disembodied ( Read more... )