shut. up.

let it go honey.

why?
why must you always torment me?

"it's just the way you used to look at me."
"but now that's gone?"


"yes."
"i see."


why must you always torment me?
"because that's the way life goes honey."

she makes the boys feel so incomplete

writing in my notebook.
look up for a second.
someone walked past.
and then they walked back.

"hello."
"hello."
"i'm the future you."
"ok."



"eat your heart out."

scooters and vacations

and as the credits went past,
a
tear
rolled
down
his
cheek
.










"never again," he whispered.

hahahahahahaha, i'm just crazy

give me your attention.
why?


because i know that one day ima be a star.
and you'll look up on that stage and see me being a rockstar and playing my kick-ass guitar for the people moving all around you, singing my kick-ass lyrics and embracing me.
because you never did.
you'll look up on that stage and wish you were the chick behind the curtains smiling at me like you used to.
like you used to.

and i'll see you from the big stage and smile at you.
no, i'll stand on that big stage and smirk at you.
because i know that you'll be thinking


"fuck. that chick could have been me."



and then i will laugh.

ack,

why are boys so stupid?

what would you do?

the smoke wafts up, up, up, through the ceiling, through the next apartment's floorboards.
but you don't care.
as long as you get to have one of your "relaxing sticks" who cares about the people in the next room?
did you know that i can read now?
"no."
did you know that i can articulate myself now?
"no."
did you know i can see now?
"no."
did you know that i got a part-time job?
"no,
where?"






"at the bottom of the fish tank.
i'm the one who lets out bubbles."

heads, shoulders. knees and

the little round things on the end of your feet.

how do you even write about?

do you mean "what" ?

(pg. 13)

stop. turn. read.
stop. turn. read.
stopturnread.


looking at my french books,
i think it's safe to say
i'm lost.

post-it-notes and stick-on-swastikas

wouldn't they look funny together?

yes indeedy -

when you walk up the driveway do you remeber
all the things we did?
do you see all the things that will never happen?
do you reminisce about the future and dream of the past?




did you move on?

IWILLnotCOMFORM.

what to wear? what to wear?
omgosh, can you do my hair?

dress me up so i can paint the town
with all my fancy colours.

"she's like a rainbow"
maybe one day they'll describe me like that,
like a rainbow.
like a bloody rainbow.

because i can disappear whenever the light does.

z + s

this is now blogged by zane and shauny.



enjoy.

can't you see my hands are dirty?

look at me. look at me!
wallets facing downwards,
identity cards and cash gone
and the racing car bed just drove into the
sunset.






it took my prince charming with it.

cars go rolling past.

she called his name
and there was no answer.

she called his name
and there was no answer.

because he was dead.

candy floss and scary clowns

music is an expression of one's self,










so how come you take mine and use it as your own?

are you sure you want to?

and so he named his character "END"
because he had never seen one himself.
and then with a tear in his eye he said "it's time"
and he watched her lying there and
felt
for
his
gun.

having relations ?!

captain mac-less

"let me show you my...




amazing porn searching skills"

through his half smile.

colourful pictures

sit on your bed
and watch them make fools of themselves
for the camera.

and so,

you stood before us
and told us we have romantic accents.

i need an easy friend,

and you put the L in 'blah.'

my heroes have always been cowboys

they're selling sausages on the basketball court
and we're sitting far away.






you'd better line up now.

don't take your guns to town

because if we fall over
we'll get
hurt.

ha. so i laughed.

let me monopolise you
because
the
sounds
coming
from
my
headphones
are
telling
me
to
.

point number one,

breathe.

metcard tickets and old phones

how many times a week do you think about the things you'll never have?

life is utterly complete.

how many nights do you dream?

we are the film
and you are the camera

and they are the memories you capture.

!

chapped lips scrape against chapped lips.


why should we make a scene,
when all we have
to
do
is
kiss.

tell me,

what is a "man-hole" ?

what would you do if i hit on your sister?

skin
you
alive
.

float this dreamboat

broken noses and even shinier wristwatches,
which lie broken on the floor.







why has time deserted me?

she likes to keep busy

yes
she
does
.

my immaculate misconception.

stop. look. go.
did you look twice before you stole my chest?
just wait until you see what's inside it.
wait till you find the shards of the past
and the layers of crushed petals just waiting to
turn to dust.






just you wait and see.

speakspeakspeak

because you know that mimes choose not to.

a sickening thud

and she hits the floor.
look what you've done honey,
you're going away.
away, away,
go away.
then come and play again,
because i've got politcians and murderers
knocking on my door.

what?

a metaphorical labotomy.

smoking = death

it's on the packet.
look at the photos. take them for granted.
-two weeks later-
dead.

ready for a replay

hit play.
stop.
hit play.
stop.
HIT PLAY.