Friday, 25 March 2011


Now this might disturb you, but I find I'm OK by myself;
and I don't need you or your benevolence to make sense.

Don't leave it all unsaid,
somewhere in the wasteland of your head.

"So the life I have made
May seem wrong to you
But, I've never been surer
It's my life to ruin
My own way..."

A heartless hand on my shoulder
A push and it's over
Alabaster crashes down
Six months is a long time
Tried living in the real world
Instead of a shell
But before I began
I was bored before I even began

"With no reason to hide these words I feel, and no reason to talk about the books I read, but still, I do."

"These tears I'm wailing,
I spill not without reason.
Remove them, my dearest love.
Take me to the place I've been dreaming of,
where the grotesquely lonely
meet the grotesquely lonely
and they whisper,
just very softly,
Please be mine, Dearest Love."

"Young bones groan
And the rocks below say,
"Throw your white body down!"

But I'm going to meet the one I love
At last"

"I was wasting my life, always thinking about myself."

"You made me feel less alone;
you made me feel not quite so
deformed, uninformed and hunchbacked."

"I used to dream, and I used to vow;
I wouldn't dream of it now."

"There's more to life than books you know; but not much more."

"I've been dreaming of a time when
The English are sick to death of Labour
And Tories, and spit upon the name of Oliver Cromwell
And denounce this royal line that still salute him
And will salute him forever."

"When I'm lying in my bed I think about life and I think about death and neither one particularly appeals to me."

"I still don't belong to anyone - I am mine."

"Disappointment came to me,
and booted me,
and bruised and hurt me,
but that's how people grow up."

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