another survey....why not? last beverage: water last phone call: i called my mum to ask if she was waiting for me outside last song you listened to: blue monday - new order last time you cried: i cry at everything. yesterday i cried watching brokeback mountain have you dated someone twice: no but i wouldn't be opposed if that's what you're getting at have you ever been cheated on: not really kisse... » Continue Reading
HIYAAA! Due to wanky UK privacy laws I've been caged online for TWO WHOLE MONTHS...Until I realised I could just download a VPN. Not for porn or anything but for so-called blogging. I'm starting my studies soon (should've been last Monday but I can't really discuss why just yet) and moving out of my beautifully decorated bedroom in my mum's house. 22. Twenty-twooooo. At least I'm in 3rd year of un... » Continue Reading
Hiyaaaa! ☆ I've had it in my head for a while to review the series of 'Modern' Doctor Who (2005-25) because who doesn't like Punkyfish hoodies, saying 'blimey' in the face of alien horrors, and Christopher Eccleston? (Aside from certain higher-ups...I digress.) Series 1 is probably my favourite and even though that implies it has steadily gotten worse over time, I wouldn't say that's true either. ... » Continue Reading
“The white gate of Diego’s teeth opened in a smile. He was asking me about Lolita from the pool, but he couldn’t quit grinning. Blue bikini, flowers with cells of yellow and white petals, pinched mouth, aristocratic neck, as if I’d forgotten. But I had. I had forgotten all about her because…” Rainy season picked up where it left off last year. Rosa sat for a while with the translator — Axel, a Swe... » Continue Reading
Blue mustang beckoned, red-eyed in stagnant throes of mania. I woke up on the wrong side of a plane crash that landed safely, sedated but awkward, next to a jagged old guy reading a battered paperback and drinking minis. We drew close to the antique white of the Rockies and the modern white of DEN. Through the earphones looping ribbons around my neck, some vacuous song professed love in a tinny, f... » Continue Reading
NEW JASMINE SCENT—The years are slushy out here. This generation were born on the island but the air is hot primordial soup; their children are still getting sunburns and sticking nicotine patches on with aloe vera. It wasn’t empty before. It’s not empty now. I finish off my flight with a drink in the airport while Juno fumbles around in her bag for the envelope her mother wrote the chauffeur's nu... » Continue Reading
A Viking adrift, lost at sea fade into night, salt and stars— end your fight with me. Shards of rain cutting free bondage imposed in life— a Viking adrift, lost at sea. Valhalla beckons, shining teeth biting at the vein— end your fight with me. Watery grave, hands slippery, sinking slowly away. A Viking adrift, lost at sea. Waging war against nobody, » Continue Reading
As Ganymede pleases the Gods, the stars, that white marble plaster – amongst your body he eases cast in offensive alabaster. Wine-ringed mouth and hawkish nose, mortal Adonis, shivering stone: glass beads of sweat, tobacco, rose roll languidly on your armchair-throne. Groaning leather, stretch your aching spine and each much-adored finger spread. Soft underbelly, that dimple's mine – » Continue Reading
Spiders For cogals Male spiders eat the females; they never reproduce. Foppishly fix their dewy webs, squander arachnid youth. Flies always bite their lips or where those lips should be; the spiders here are cannibals anorexic sexually. This frozen buggish boy offers orgasmic sound; his psychedelic fever dream worms pinkish in the ground. » Continue Reading
David II “…but now he was under a sheet anonymous as God, the big boys crying, spitting words, and we stunned like intellectuals…” (Dennis Cooper—‘After School, Street Football, Eighth Grade’) Deluge soaks the rubber, death-spirals a drainless court, but the forward, David, died last summer. We see. They move around him, their disappeared world— the orbit, gravity, sn » Continue Reading
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