Here, but fucked on a sofa
Kissed your photo the other night and felt like the biggest loser. Will avoid you endlessly because of that
Fuck I blur
The worst thing is a boy pretending he wants a fight but letting himself be held back by his mates
I’m on the way to a seminar with the sexiest 50 year old ever. Literally two hours of trouser ripping education.
Probably the way I lost my virginity but we will not go there. Now make better use of that Imagination and pretend that’s me next to you and the coach is actually a grand, secluded, fur lined love nest
What happened to ‘finity’?
Was the man hailing Hitler or a cab?
Why don’t you impale your face on dirty glass embedded on top of a wall?
You’re my favourite
We are staying until you get here
I’ve got her crying about her feet and him whistling soul classics. I wish it were you
Trashy blond
Its mr dj
They’re both free when your flatmate has a job on a picking farm and is also an avid pill head
Your parents nearly ran me over, but I’m wearing a wig
In prison Keith Richards maintained a heroic detachment. ‘the food is awful, the wine list is terribly limited and the library is abysmal’
This is not free form poetry or monologue. It's a collection of messages I have received over the last seven years. They are anonymous and abstracted - just a collection of words in time. They remind me of growing and change.
Wednesday, 26 August 2009
Tuesday, 18 August 2009
archive 2.3
Do you remember the police men and me?
I begged them to hand cuff me
Fuck them, they’ll die anyway. Blow the smoke into their disgusting little faces
Only just got on the bus. I feel fractured
I am mould
A song run of guilty of love, aerodynamic, layla and the bubble song-my ipod clearly has got your intoxication. It will become addicted like the rest of us.
Round part, inside, upstairs
His royal highnesses
I am making frittata and listening to the kinks
Just know that I heart you and can’t wait
L’amico e uno che sa tutto di te e nonostante questo gli piaci
Wish you were coming tonight. Big, awkward, unwanted hug
Spot on
Triple disappointment
Bitch
What drugs are you on, exactly?
I begged them to hand cuff me
Fuck them, they’ll die anyway. Blow the smoke into their disgusting little faces
Only just got on the bus. I feel fractured
I am mould
A song run of guilty of love, aerodynamic, layla and the bubble song-my ipod clearly has got your intoxication. It will become addicted like the rest of us.
Round part, inside, upstairs
His royal highnesses
I am making frittata and listening to the kinks
Just know that I heart you and can’t wait
L’amico e uno che sa tutto di te e nonostante questo gli piaci
Wish you were coming tonight. Big, awkward, unwanted hug
Spot on
Triple disappointment
Bitch
What drugs are you on, exactly?
archive 2.4
We’ll leave together though?
I wanted to say you’re a big slag. We have to be buzzing like indie school rock kids, fucked on life
Pumping bass from a rickety beach bar as the sun goes down, peeling grapes before you eat them, climbing trees to read your book, eating a jalapeño pepper trying to keep a straight face, dancing in your underwear, listening to someone else’s music on the tube because its so loud. 11 days to go
You looked radiant earlier. Playing Moby in my heart
Come on you pussy, it's shit there
What a pair of texts to wake up to
A mouse wearing tights?
How tall are you in feet and inches?
I need to give a description of my number one, super beauty, love of my life in Spanish and I thought of you, not a carrot
I wanted to say you’re a big slag. We have to be buzzing like indie school rock kids, fucked on life
Pumping bass from a rickety beach bar as the sun goes down, peeling grapes before you eat them, climbing trees to read your book, eating a jalapeño pepper trying to keep a straight face, dancing in your underwear, listening to someone else’s music on the tube because its so loud. 11 days to go
You looked radiant earlier. Playing Moby in my heart
Come on you pussy, it's shit there
What a pair of texts to wake up to
A mouse wearing tights?
How tall are you in feet and inches?
I need to give a description of my number one, super beauty, love of my life in Spanish and I thought of you, not a carrot
archive 2.5
Slow poke
The chocolate fountain and fizzy bottles were the highlight
Jesus this is depressing
Any reason for sudden enthusiasm? I may have missed you a bit this week, but I’m not overly happy about it
Always so secretive with you
I feel I was a bit of a cunt, sorry
Gross
They know I don’t fit in. I’m tailing a man who smells like you. He’s strange, but I’m stranger
Ps. that message took 3 hours to send on my spontaneously turning off phone. That’s love
The chocolate fountain and fizzy bottles were the highlight
Jesus this is depressing
Any reason for sudden enthusiasm? I may have missed you a bit this week, but I’m not overly happy about it
Always so secretive with you
I feel I was a bit of a cunt, sorry
Gross
They know I don’t fit in. I’m tailing a man who smells like you. He’s strange, but I’m stranger
Ps. that message took 3 hours to send on my spontaneously turning off phone. That’s love
Monday, 10 August 2009
archive 2.6
There are cats in my hat
The Venus de Milo was noted for her charms, but strictly between us, you’re cuter than Venus and you have arms
I'll pretend I didn’t look
Stop the drugs, they steal your soul
God, can’t someone just want to see you
Rainbow cocktail
Well we will see what terms we are on
She has lots of famous sex quotes-my two favourite things
Good morning sunshine
If I cook pasta now can I eat it tomorrow for lunch?
Do it, we are besides ourselves
Don’t become aware of yourself and drill a hole in your head
Gay lord
Are you living? Where are you?
On the rocks, come
You are the sweetest most talented girl. A mother, father and brother couldn’t be more proud
20 black men 15p
Take me to lunch, I need hands
The Venus de Milo was noted for her charms, but strictly between us, you’re cuter than Venus and you have arms
I'll pretend I didn’t look
Stop the drugs, they steal your soul
God, can’t someone just want to see you
Rainbow cocktail
Well we will see what terms we are on
She has lots of famous sex quotes-my two favourite things
Good morning sunshine
If I cook pasta now can I eat it tomorrow for lunch?
Do it, we are besides ourselves
Don’t become aware of yourself and drill a hole in your head
Gay lord
Are you living? Where are you?
On the rocks, come
You are the sweetest most talented girl. A mother, father and brother couldn’t be more proud
20 black men 15p
Take me to lunch, I need hands
archive 2.7
Sight
Illiterate? Special? Troubled? Unikque? Dressed as a coca cola?
I wish I had Bernards watch
Can you radiocarbon date her?
My favourite eggshells are blue ones
Gold
Walking past the skate park reminds me of you
I just got back and have anchovies
Horrible wench
We are swinging from cats
Ill text you something vulgar in a bit
The vomitorium is lounging around with a book-he has invented a ‘new way of working’
Where you on drugs last night?
Now, lets keep this formal
Illiterate? Special? Troubled? Unikque? Dressed as a coca cola?
I wish I had Bernards watch
Can you radiocarbon date her?
My favourite eggshells are blue ones
Gold
Walking past the skate park reminds me of you
I just got back and have anchovies
Horrible wench
We are swinging from cats
Ill text you something vulgar in a bit
The vomitorium is lounging around with a book-he has invented a ‘new way of working’
Where you on drugs last night?
Now, lets keep this formal
archive 2.8
What the fuck are you talking about?
I’m nearly home sweet darling, apple of my eye. We’ll discuss it all softly
My heart bleeds without you
In my room speed dating
I’m standing underneath a flickering lamp post in the centre of Norwich clutching paper in each hand and my mouth, brow furrowed asking passers by to decide for your handwriting. More memorabilia
I can’t believe you still don’t know how to spell my surname
You disappoint me in not being here
I feel like a third wheel alone in my room
You have got to see the new hero on my wall
I just talked to the porter about vegiterorists
The roman punishment for killing your father was to be tied up in a sack with a wild dog, a live monkey, snake and cockerel and then thrown into the river Tiber
I’m nearly home sweet darling, apple of my eye. We’ll discuss it all softly
My heart bleeds without you
In my room speed dating
I’m standing underneath a flickering lamp post in the centre of Norwich clutching paper in each hand and my mouth, brow furrowed asking passers by to decide for your handwriting. More memorabilia
I can’t believe you still don’t know how to spell my surname
You disappoint me in not being here
I feel like a third wheel alone in my room
You have got to see the new hero on my wall
I just talked to the porter about vegiterorists
The roman punishment for killing your father was to be tied up in a sack with a wild dog, a live monkey, snake and cockerel and then thrown into the river Tiber
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