Fortunately I’ve never been a sucker for happy ends, the fade to black since in life it’s bullshit. A Hollywood born abortion that somehow can’t fall off the silver screen amidst the fumes of the highway. Though I do know that out there, amidst the sun is that love is a fucking beauty: the hangovers, […]Read more "Iconically us"
I’m on holiday, the memos gone and the planes left now its time to get drunk on Warren Zevon and high on meaningful prose I bang out whilst I watch a loved one swim, the only happiness I’ve had in a long time and in truth the only happiness you’ll ever need. Take that from […]Read more "Loathing la vida loca"
In life there are many things they tell you and then there are the things they don’t tell you. By the end of it the excuse is I ran out of ink and time. As slowly but surely the clock is ticking and the generation of swine has arrived- laconically charged mutants high on teen […]Read more "Devil at seven"
I write this amidst the backdrop of Bryan Adams summer of ’69. Now its the fear, despair, corruption and filth that makes me write for I witness and live through those things on a daily basis and without it I’d be so doggone lonesome. And if didn’t have those things I’d melt with anyone of you I […]Read more "The days of our lives"
Take these words, to your heart, your bones, wherever their best suited basically as they might just be worth something on a long and winding round where the lights are blinding and the heartbreaks unforgiving. Now most people have seen too many romantic dreams explode and never implode. But when it gets to their slither of the […]Read more "Buy the bye"
There are dreamers with dreams so big that in this world we shrug them off as meaningless nobody’s simply fleeing from their primitive minds, they suffer the same way as most modern artists do nowadays. Since we view artists as painters not understanding that artists can be writers of prose. Now once we get that […]Read more "Silver screen dreams"
In a world of meaningless labels I realised that the mad ones are the ones for me. These vagabonds can turn the sanest of white collar workers into a walking LSD pill of self-destruction. Ironically these human mutants can sometimes be the cure to an unbearable writers block, since you are finally far from the […]Read more "Aroma of madness "
Now I can’t turn a shitstorm into a wedding, all before the part where you hate my guts until hell freezes over (I hope I’m there for that actually) it might be my fault that you didn’t read the memo though. I’m an often casual guy in an often love-stricken world. Now stick that on you’re fridge! […]Read more "A crazy little thing called life"
After years of looking through the back door, the gap slowly widening, time ticking and the tap dripping I realised it was time to walk out through the front door. And would you believe it was locked. Now just left to learn harsh lessons and mistakes that could only be made by either the lost […]Read more "Loathing and locks"
I sit alone, music blasting over the obligatory bullshit the news is spewing, the lyrics painting a vivid image of modernism in my proactive mind. The delinquent faces of news anchors who have turned into satirical parodies, inform me that we’ve been fucked over by those we had no trust in from the start, leaving […]Read more "Backbeat contempts on the street"