tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79686388239145780742011-07-08T17:56:36.907+01:00rohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16011856301016318508noreply@blogger.comBlogger91100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968638823914578074.post-22877166565762905232009-08-10T22:15:00.006+01:002009-08-11T00:32:45.509+01:00

i wish i could turn back the clock to look at you in the passenger seat as you'd lay sleeping and plead for forgiveness, but i know that i'd be inaudible through the veil of dreams…i wanted to play you a song from radio across car wrecks and boredom, so you could believe in me again. but the battery died last year and i don’t know how to begin its repair.i woke up this morning, thinking about you

rohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16011856301016318508noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968638823914578074.post-31879103980804429962009-01-03T00:01:00.007Z2009-08-11T00:37:31.437+01:00

insomniabasilflieshow seriously spastic my brain ismy lack of medsa kak new years ...and old yearspeople who still say "my one friend...", confuse lend and borrow and are adamant that from cape town, they are going DOWN to durban! if you go any further down, you hit ICE!being second string, back-up, a toy on a string...realising that ideals you once latched onto, no longer play important roles in

rohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16011856301016318508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968638823914578074.post-15156909787179584812008-10-06T00:56:00.003+01:002008-10-06T01:55:09.655+01:00

had such an interesting weekend. spent it shooting (photos, not animals) nudes for my best friend, C's photography portfolio - she's really talented, check her out at www.sweetnausea.co.zanow there's a bit of a twist with these photos, because she's decided she wants to give them a gory/fetishy/sinister feel...so one of the girls had SFX to make her look like she had a chelsea grin (think leslie

rohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16011856301016318508noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968638823914578074.post-67565697604113661902008-09-27T00:52:00.005+01:002008-09-27T02:07:46.631+01:00

Don't forget to waste your blood and mix it with your tears now.Don't forget to waste your love inside me to crawl out.I know it's here inside.Why am I so afraid?God loves a liar.It's turning on me now.Accidents are what follows.If only you could see her now.Don't mistake someone's daughter's crying for fuck sounds.For rainy days you're mine.Why are we so afraid?God loves a liar.Today is the day

rohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16011856301016318508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968638823914578074.post-84485955799986155372008-09-15T23:43:00.002+01:002008-09-16T00:00:26.255+01:00

buildings and bridgesare made to bend in the windto withstand the world,that's what it takesall that steel and stoneare no match for the air, my friendwhat doesn't bend breakswhat doesn't bend breakswe are made to bleedand scab and heal and bleed againand turn every scar into a jokewe are made to fightand fuck and talk and fight againand sit around and laugh until we chokesit around and laugh

rohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16011856301016318508noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968638823914578074.post-9517204467388296082008-09-14T01:07:00.003+01:002008-09-14T01:16:38.148+01:00

It sounds clichéd I know, but it feels like you’ve helped to loosen the chains and wake up a monster inside me that is now pissed off and wants to come out. It breathes fire within me so that I burn and scar on the outside and cry out with pain. A new pain, unlike one I’ve felt before. Not worse, just different. But it is pushing me over the edge slowly.I don’t know if I can hold it in much

rohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16011856301016318508noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968638823914578074.post-3559084988331176472008-09-11T22:56:00.002+01:002008-09-11T23:52:29.718+01:00

A strange sense of safety suddenly thrashed and taken away in an instant.It’s not fair,but then again nothing that is true ever is.I hate it – this bitter taste left lingering in my mouth,this savage beast that destroys everything in its path,this thing we call lost love.Fear catapulted through my body the night he mentioned those four dreaded words– we need to talk.It was over before it had even

rohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16011856301016318508noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968638823914578074.post-59363630588469681092008-09-11T22:30:00.004+01:002008-09-14T01:17:15.982+01:00

Sometimes it just takes over.I would say it comes from nowhere,but at the same time I’m almost convinced it comes from somewhere.Mostly I’m completely unaware of its presence,but other times I can feel it seated back there.Sometimes this sadness grows and twines to fill and capture my girl-body,to gnaw at my reasoning like an in-grown toenail.I push my in-grown toenail into the bedpost until I’m

rohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16011856301016318508noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968638823914578074.post-53207980804944716872008-08-28T00:19:00.002+01:002008-08-28T00:24:18.389+01:00

so the panic sets in cycleswhile the blood sucking leeches contaminate every line they readit’s like i’m falling asleep with my eyes open and shutting down over nothingso let me drown so i can breathe again, i’m through choking and suffocating on alter egos and ultimatums…you broke me down and now i'm broken; and it’s sadder than the saddest movie i ever saw, but without the blood.so now i’m

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