Monday, 31 August 2009

i can't think of what to call this.

"'And I pray one prayer--I repeat it till my tongue stiffens--Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living; you said I killed you--haunt me, then! The murdered DO haunt their murderers, I believe. I know that ghosts HAVE wandered on earth. Be with me always--take any form--drive me mad! only DO not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you!


Friday, 28 August 2009

i love forgotten tea.

like i say.. please pretend.


i never wanted to see you unhappy and i really did think you wanted the same thing for me, but obviously not. i think it's time that you do just let me be and let me do my own thing because your hurting me alot more than you realise. you are a cunt and i fucking love it. i have been trying to not think about you but of course thats impossible. you tell me you love me then you leave me it makes no sense. you make no sense, you are fucking me up.

Thursday, 27 August 2009

Wednesday, 26 August 2009

for me.

to me, you are perfect.

Monday, 24 August 2009

Sunday, 23 August 2009


I have to remind myself that some birds aren't meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright and when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up does rejoice, but still, the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they're gone.

Wednesday, 19 August 2009

never do i

i never stop thinking about never talking to you again.


i'll be seeing you again for sure.

I know for a fact that i will be seeing you again. I envy the fact you have got out of peterborough. You will be missed and i will remember you always. I hope you have a brilliant time and do everything you have ever had dreams about doing.

Saturday, 15 August 2009

i love this song.

I was still a child when you caught me and tied me to your bed you gave me shoes and pretty clothes, and i gave you what i had between my legs Just a rite of passage, you held me down and said "I'm gonna be your right of passage, so boy you better spread, spread em" You said.."run run run as fast as you can but you cant run run from the childcatchers hands" I wrote your name in my shit across the town to warn the kids of your bloodshed when i chased you with a burning cross, my mother she wanted you dead she said "run run run as fast as you can but you cant run run from our law given hand" you said "well i've got no time for victims and i don't think it was all that bad and if you can't run to save yourself well then you deserve to be had this is the age of constipation, this is the age of martyrdom I think you even enjoyed it, I think I even saw you come"

Wednesday, 5 August 2009

It's not the same on the surface

People build brick walls around them to protect themselves and it does work. However hiding yourself behind brick walls can also be the reason people become lonely and isolated.

what goes up will always drop.

tell me no.

When i was on the way back from Hunstanton last night i was asked "yes or no" about a song that hadn't come on yet and i didn't know. I chose "no". But does that mean i am pessimistic, i really fucking hope it doesn't!

Sunday, 2 August 2009


There was a girl who could only live on lemonade. Her parents were really old and rubbish and just kept giving it to her to the point where she couldn't have anything else. Or they were really nice and only gave it to her because they really like her i can't make my mind up about that bit. She could only live on lemonade if she didn't have lemonade she would die and her parents were going to die soon because they had something wrong with them, like their blood was blue or something. She had a brother but he was really stupid so know one cared about him they just wanted their little girl to live.Before they died they put the girl in a bottle of lemonade. They just left her brother sat by her. She could see him really well because lemonade helped her eye sight so she could see him really clearly through the sides, even though the glass was as thick as a skull. And because it was the country side there was nothing for him to eat and nothing for him to buy and he was starving and she could see that and there was no one looking after him and because he was a bit stupid he couldn’t look after himself and it kept on raining so he got a bit rusty. She was having an amazing time in the lemonade but she knew she had to help him ,so she swam to the surface but she couldn’t get out it was to far away since the bottle was so big. She knew she had to do something he was getting worse and worse and he was really hungry and thirsty and he started eating grass and puking up all the time. All she could do was watch him puk his guts up one the other side of the glass. But then bingo, she knew what she had to do, she started to drink and she drank and she drank and she drank, this was a lot of lemonade enough to last her till she forever because her parents wanted her to live for ages and she drank until she was in an empty bottle she waited until she had a big one stored up and then she done a massive fart with blew her out the top like a rocket. Then she stopped her brother eating grass, then they went and found a nice little house to live in together, her and her brother, and it turned out that drinking all that lemonade cured her, because she never drank it again. She had orange instead.