Of Long Drawn Halls and Narrow Space
Long drawn halls and narrow space, beings march to the rhythm of the clock in their tombs and watch in their womb, rhythmically marching smm smm smm smm
Down down, to the bottom of the sands and cast all knowing all being benevolent light from their swollen chests and arms extended and truly knowing truly being warmth surrounds our brothers and cups their ears and taps on their fingertips and trails lazily across their palms
A light in the north of gathering soul and mass of pure sound and formless mysticism thoughts and yearnings, why be, why be.
Rising rising to the st
Forty-minutes,
do the maths.
long face
button up
organise.
personify and occupy
make utility of futility
they won't take you back in the new year
they want you to
but you won't go
just let yourself go and let them down
nothing lasts and only you know that
so take yourself sharply and seriously until then
either by your hands directly or in so,
retired, redundant and obsolete
aspire for substance and learn the illusion
of being complete.
you get that stare after a while
you get looked up and down
you know one word I hate more than most is I
more than a lot of things
like that
you know,
after a while
everything becomes r
I swapped my neck for a chest
a mousey proletarian verb
I swapped my house for a nest
a lousy vegeterian doing word.
miles.
I want you to phone me
only cheap and vicious idiots can talk for hours
I'd like you to phone
I want to run and run
and swap my arm for a purpose
a knife and a hammer
and a life for some reason
philosophy is thought, reason and moral
my philosophy.
action! action!
creaky grin
sneak you gin into the cinema
and smoke cigars with your tie authoritatively loosened
and illustrated thusly
and described posthumously
wept over humourously and aroused wholeheartedly.
I swapped my neck for a chest
and a life
Current Residence: London Favourite genre of music: rock and roll Favourite photographer: Dennis Stock,Ricky Adam, David Hurn, Dibden, Bee!, bruce davidson, bresson Favourite cartoon character: Moe Syzlak Personal Quote: 'nahhhh'
waltzing through the forest that is my living room my camera was pinched by a girl wet from the rain who hung her jacket on my chair and damped the back of my brand new shirt, she took it to a mexican for numerous weeks and it saw the world yet came back empty, batteries dead and a scar on it's face, so i took it to brighton and stole some aa's from a broken down balfour, in the morning i was still drunk, and sang stuck inside of mobile.
Today we had quite a convoy of automobiles headed upto Weymouth to ride the skatepark which was pretty rubbish to put it politely, we stayed for around half an hour and had our money returned to us (I say we, I didn't have any money returned because I didn't really pay to get in.)
My money situation is at an ultimate low, I was forced to bring a packed lunch and one of my easter eggs for food which didn't last long.
Our next stop was the Pavillion, a maze of cobbles and moss at the end of Weymouth Pier, everyone had a good ride here away from the depressing captivity of the easter sunday competition at The Front with a grand prize of some