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One freak bubble in traffic flow silent Shaftesbury Avenue with not a car in sight She ascends from Freud one hair’s thick, gold thread (so seem summer stones to the sad dead holding their heat and...
So. Today I have decided to write a thing. What kind of thing. I hear you ask. And I reply, a very good thing.
[As promised, here is my Allen Ginsberg - inspired rant about Soho. WARNING: contains strong language and graphic imagery.
I bet you never thought there would be an opus called happy ranting, ay.
what's wrong with this orange. I'm flipping papers as I browse souls. I didn't understand anything you told me tonight. as if this is the night before an after.
I enjoy my life, but deep down when I have too much time to think, or possibly, the right amount, it's easy to feel slightly antagonised by the current times.
"Roses are red, violets are blue.." No, violets are VIOLET. It's why their called violets. Was whoever who created that poem colour blind.
Here I stand 'twist the cup and the lip. My mind in a whirl, an hallucinary trip. Cast into outer darkness, away from it all. Afraid of the outcome, afraid of the fall.
2:05 am. A black crow falls dead in the middle of the road. My mind wanders as I try to imagine how this could've happened. Disease, murder, fate of just pure chance.
It begins with a firing squad just as it began with Batman and Boy Wonder hung up on Diazepan it began with counting from one through ten then back again it begins with boredom not really...
Like any other woman, mine shits and farts and snores just like any man. She has her, shall I say, ‘ladylike’ times, but these are few and far between.
Im falling out of the zone/level of existing I slide out of it and into it and it mixes into one (i seriously am proud of those quotes) i know it seems cheesy like my elementary ones do, but this...
I want to do it on a rooftop See what I see If I come out on top I'll be what I be Cos on one side is my past And on one is my future I've got to integrate Life's great debate Serenade The...
I could use your brain right now There's questions on my mind And I cant seem to find the answers Especially on my lonesome I wrote a list on this coaster Can I trouble you for a large drink To...
I can believe things that are true and things that aren't true and I can believe things where nobody knows if they're true or not.
Think of an average day... Do you wake up alone. With someone. How did they get there. And you. You shower. You scrub yourself with products, made by who.
Days reeded in darkness, shady arms climbing up the Walls, as the dusty may sand of ice-cream White gives way to grayscale pebbles, red brick and smooth as a tombstone, Dotted with toothy little...
Buuut I figured I might as well say something about it seeing as everyone is.
My dribbled an drawled rhymes and verses, are intended to be a little puny, err punny. A little funny, like the author.
Feel the rushing seductive lightness of invisibility.
Greetings, friends. Today is a most glorious day indeed.
Wasting the time away Blowing off yet another day I have so much to say But it's caught in a spot In the middle of my stomach All balled-up in a knot How I want to get rid of it but I can't...
It wraps around your consciousness after the first hit. You might feel your thoughts dissipate like mist. The second cup of coffee will gather the thoughts and ready them in organized groups by size.