P-chan's messy head
How ironic that I want time to go fast, but I can’t keep up with it once it does. Every moment passes me by like a blink of an eye, and I’ve only just let the taste dissolve on my tongue, and I’m already moving on to the next thing. It’s going a bit too Read More …
Lay your head on where my heart used to be Sweet whispers drowned under the sea Forgotten words and heartbeats Say goodbye with the last breath of defeat Rest your head on the green grass Think of me sharp as the clouds pass And if the sky falls upon your head The memories will Read More …
Time has its unique tactics. Whenever I feel I’m determined to go against it, I become tired, and it grows bigger than anything. Then a series of disruptive sleep and a bleeding scalp get in my way. I don’t think I’ve quite figured how to chill out yet. It seems my mum is worried and Read More …
Today, 33 years ago, Ian Curtis was alone at home. Very alone.
I’m on my own. That is me, the white sea and the sound of truth – the necessary ingredients to arouse solitude into creative action. That was all I used to know before I got more involved with people. It seems the more I try, the more I lose it. I confide in many, as Read More …
So I crossed the bridge Pont Neuf, which Ethan and Julie had walked. I threw a memory into Le Seine and made a wish. I walked down the stairs, which Darren Hayes had walked in the Truly Madly Deeply video. I had phallic fantasies while looking at the Eiffel Tower. I entered the Sacre Coeur Read More …