Take A Seat

"Take a seat, this moment's getting old."

Waffle Irons

"Shining golden like the devils back paws, dreaming seamlessly like a night of waffle irons."

Welcome

"Oh! To ride astride the back of this youth, talons ablaze with the sorry sight of freedom. What world will welcome such a child, whose arms quite understand the burden of its other lovers hands."

VHS

"Sometimes I want to rewind my tape, as long as my first breath and further. To once again be a tenant of the womb and a student at the school for parasites and the hard of loving".

Blue Print's For My Beard Farm

So here is an example of the blue prints for my new project OPERATION BFCC or 'Beard farm for the cultivation of chin-wigs'. This is not the actual blue print. I just lifted this one of the 'AYP campus' off google images. I will be taking orders from June onwards, so if your jaw line is lonely, get yourself a Chin-wig. Our client list already includes Shania Twain and that geeky kid off The Wonder Years. Word.

Eye Brows

"My darling's a beast, who waits in the yard for the dawn. Where he wails as he feast's, on the roses and all of their thorns. Alas, no voice he has, and a voice he must have for to shout, and a light that is baring such secrets is sure to burn out. I say sleep quiet, sharpen your teeth, and emerge from this body your soul is impounded beneath. Make haste, for your brow is solid steel, if only for a moment more. This life is all you have."

Holy Inconsistency, I Still Bare Your Shrapnel.

Written 31/10/08

"I lost him one morning to the illegal bluebells. He made a B-line for escape. I wasn't invited. As always a mere catalyst to get him to where he wanted to be. A chemical reaction to excel him in the race towards self acceptance. And the consequence, the explosion of my heart. Now in a frame upon his bedroom wall, painted blue like his eyes and his words, smooth like the underside of his forearms, high like his mind, and hard like goodbye my love, I will never forget, and that is the worst thing".