my addiction

I dont smoke

nor drink

party eccseivly

read

watch t.v

aimlessly facebook or myspace

although i do have an addiction obsession issue ah. call it what you want

I love milk

the beverage and the song and infact both at the same time result in my cheeks cramping from smiling a little to much.

KOL were amazing *past tense past tense past tense*

odd.

This is what i wrote to myself last night on a sheet of paper under my pillow

Having a moment where its all black but it seems as though the dark is getting longer much like the stairwell in Alfred Hitchcock's 'Vertigo.
I also have heartburn.

hmmm ok.

I miss the concrete

so. i dont really know what i should be saying or what i need to be saying in order to feel like you. but yesterday i spoke to one of the vampire bats in my life, he uses his hands alot and sways from side to side as i speak.

I cut my hair, its short now and literally i feel lighter i cleaned out my wardrobe and cut my t-shirt collection in half and bought a ring with a rabbit on it that could eaisly be classified as a weapon.

I fell in love with this guy. Velco Dojcinovski [photographer].

I constantly stress about calling this person but remind my self it has to be done before, well just before.

Truth is i miss the concrete.

Tee anyone?

please sir my daughters gone missing. have you spied her?

she wore spotty tights and her top kept on changing...

a city silhouette

the following day was a sunny one
the day after that it rained.
the day before this one a storm caused havock
and at the moment i feel drained.

photo: By me, A City Silhouette

side stage with bayside

I lost my voice
I bruised my arm and leg
But in the end i met Bayside
wonderful.

Dist-Urban [reel of film 3]

woohoo

chilli edward (gay, queer, poof ect)
pompom truganini
Woody Lord
Pixie Denmark

just some mid international politics bordem-xx

Poem Please

She's a bloodhound

Broke me down
A diamond ring

Cut's threw anything

She was wrong

She denied

My rights

I cried.

Do you Mind?

Sometimes in my mind

day turns to night

and I lose my way

the sun blows up

stars apear

shadows are lost

sound is silent

some people sleep

but im usually awake

In my mind

Weird thing occur

But I keep them to myself

In a hidden corner

on a dusty shelf.

Broom Baby Broom

…George was behind the wheel of his old man’s car. She sat next to him legs crossed up on the seat, head out the window, hair flying and laughing leaving behind them the sound of singing birds. He turned up the radio, one hand on the wheel and the other gently pulling his love back into the car for a kiss…