Sunday, 20 March 2016
GOOD CALL MATE! Life is pretty fucking great! Every day I wake up, breathe deep and say "DAMNIT, I CAN'T WAIT!" Shit yeah I believe in fate - I paddle my board topless into the goddamn lake. James-bae mate, you can keep dribbling out that hate, but this glorious world is calling me and it's a fuckin' date!
Wednesday, 9 March 2016
Everything is fear and panic when you are a dad. When everything is going fine that means it's moments from going bad. I put my car into reverse and think of all the ways, my children will be pancakes and how in jail I will stay. As I travel home I wonder if I'll make it all the way, whether photographs will portray my essence or if the memories will simply fade. The little face that watches me in awe and wonder struck amazement, now aged and stern and oblivious to my bones beneath the pavement.
I would kiss you loud when you opened up your mouth, so the sound could bounce around. We'd go down together, slumber tethered, thinking we'd wake up in each others arms forever. But I wasn't very clever, I thought that we would never sever, and then I began to slip away - my flesh became wracked with ramshackle decay. My arms and chest burnt, tingling with a willingness to stay, I kept telling you that I would be okay, and along with me you'd play, pretending to be assuaged in your own little way.
Sunday, 6 March 2016
What is there left to fight for? Who is there left to write for? Our enemies are all dead. Our friends have all retreated with regret. Our lovers all now adorn the sheets of others' beds. Our audience has been well fed despite their own neglect. We now glance calendars and clocks with nothing but sheer dread and our reflections with utter contempt. There's a gnawing sickness in our heads. It could be cancer or it could just be the desire to forget. The Internet Sux and maybe we didn't manage to make it suck any less but we tried our best. And now we're on our last legs. But we won't stop until we've finally reached the lowest possible ebb.