i’ve got a fist full of cash and i want to get rid of it. There is no room for regret. I have tunnel vision and all i can see is myself staring back at me. Give way but please don’t forget. It’s come time when you start to dream and you think you are quite grand. Hey you! your mind has become blurred. Your on the run and your lips are numb. Addiction causes you to tremble but it’s so fun. One more high and it will be the last time your friends ever say goodbye. I just can’t help myself the feelings getting stronger i can’t wait any longer. I kiss my love hello again. I’m on the fringe of disrepair. What a shit thing this means I’m sure you will be left with nothing. Is it possible to come back from the dead? It’s become official, Listen! You’re so fucking superficial! You crunch your paper and squeal as you listen to your favorite song. You've mastered the art of smoking a cigarette with no hands. Your bound to the band.
Monday, June 30, 2008
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Be poetic and keep in mind.
Never tell too much even if you feel you want to. Appear mystic; mysticism has the marvelous power of making common things seem strange to us. Don’t make comments only tell stories and remember not all stories are worthy of being told. Be poetic with your affection and never make the first move. Don’t talk about sex it hurts you image. You must think of the actual fucking.
Cold tea
On the weekend you departed with your dreams. It’s three hours past the stroke of midnight and all you have to show for it is a cold cup of tea and an empty pack of cigarettes. I will be the first to say how sad.
My idea of Europe
Tuesday 3rd June 2008 2:11pm
I'm sitting in the TAFE library and I'm reading whilst taking notes. I'm reading the following;
Lonely Planet: Britain
The independent women’s guide to EUROPE
Oscar Wilde; and his world
The wit and humor of Oscar Wilde
George Orwell; Selected stories
I want to start to plan my trip to Europe. I hope these books will inspire me and give me some idea of where to go and what to do. All I know now is that I want to go to London and see Babyshambles however there is so much more to the blissful continent then the live music scene. I will also add that I am listening to Grinderman. Whenever I picture myself traveling around Europe I see myself traveling alone. Being an independent women and discovering a whole new side of the world. Discover more about myself. Television has taught me a lot about Europe however I have not had the overwhelming feeling of being in a foreign land. When I do watch shows or read articles about the country side I feel it is magical. The same magical feeling I get when I am in forest of the subtropics of far north new south Wales. The magical feeling I get when I am in the city and it’s raining. It’s raining today and it’s dark. The autumn leaves linger in the tress and trickle down onto the path as the wind blows. People are running from cover to cover to avoid getting wet. I love walking down quite streets and ally ways when it is sprinkling. It always rains in England. It is really green and I hate it when people use the term; ‘well I didn’t move here for the wheather’ because that would be something I cherish. Go to Leeds and hang out in Call Lane. Great name and a student hang out. Visit East Yorkshire. Home to Vikings and sparse landscapes. Travel through the UK on buses. Tickets are available National Express agents. $410 will buy you 15 trips which can be used throughout the UK within 60 days.
A blank notebook
A blank notebook with a definite purpose is pure dreamy power. Its passive fat potential is a self-fulfilling prophesy of potency.
Richard Hell
For the love of Oscar
Oscar Wilde on Love
I might mimic a passion that I do not feel, but I cannot mimic one that burns one like fire.
There are romantic memories, and there is the desire for romance-that is all. Our most fiery moments of ecstasy are merely shadows of what somewhere else we have felt, or of what we long someday to feel.
Nothing is serious except passion. The intellect is not a serious thing, and never has been. It is an instrument on which one plays, that is all.
To love oneself in the start of a lifelong romance.
Young men want to be faithful and are not; old men want to be faithless and cannot.
The very essence of romance in uncertainty.
Oscar Wilde on Religion
Religions . . . may be absorbed, but they are never disproved.
Pray must never be answered: if it is, it ceases to be prayer and becomes correspondence.
Religions die when they are proved to be true. Science is the record of dead religions.
Skepticism is the beginning of Faith.
And then it came
i don’t know what to write i don’t know what to write i want to move to New York i want to live in London and Paris i want to learn French and become an actor. i want to meet noel fielding i think he is wonderful. i want to meet a musician and hang out with him in clubs and pubs around the city. i want us to feed off each others creativity. wear outrageous clothes together and become ultra cool and be well know around the city. have wonderful sex and drink all the time. do coke together and never take exercise.
The mountain green
The mountain top is in the clouds. Drink a bottle of wine and continue. You are sure to get wet but that is not an issue.
It is your day, conquer it and succeed.
Smoke the green and go straight down.
We didn't go into town that night
We didn’t go into town that night. We went to the fraudulent house around the corner.
I wasn’t invited but I pleaded until they said yes.
You are not allowed to drink. No! I said no! Others said yes. Lets share in what you have.
Come with me now you are under the influence. I'll show you the way but first you must get dressed. What do I wear? Don’t show me your naked self.
Once we arrived your presence was known to all except yourself.
What are you waiting for? Lose yourself and don’t complain.
Your love gave up on you and forced others to concede defeat.
This isn’t right. Go to your circle and do not talk to the enemy.
What do you hope to achieve? I seek happiness.
Take from the plentiful.
Dance in the new day.
Kiss that boy but don’t tell a soul.
newspapers and feral cats
Do you want that newspaper job? Cataloging is so painful! Shoot that cat in the heart. He is feral, he is killing all the native animals.
wither in the rain
Did it hurt when you fell from hell
People want to hurt me
They think I lack feeling
Purple velvet and death by gun shot
Down a bottle of wine and you tend to cry
Push me over into the mirror
I want to give some back to society
We meet at four am
There is no bed
It consumes my thoughts
What do you think you might do
Pick the gold band up from out of the gutter
It's raining and your out of breath
I run but he follows
Why should I care
Do not get caught
Put it back now before anyone notices it’s gone
within minutes of picking the rose it begins to wither
As the candles burn hours pass
Like the unknown solider I'm alone
A glimpse of sobriety
When all the punch has being drunk, you hold your face in your hands. As you stand there cold you are all right but you caught a glimpse of sobriety.
