Tumblr = Porn
Just saying but, the sheer monstrous level of porn that clogs my feed on Tumblr is a little bit depressing. Is there nothing else on your minds but cock, boobs and pussy? I mean…..its all great and shit but…..seriously? That’s all you can think of at any point in any day ever? At least mix it up a bit.
Hey look a facty factoid
Maybe its just me, but does it not bother anyone that the words “fact” “science” “proven” and “reliable” seem to be thrown around way too much lately? Anyone can make up a piece of information, stick the word “FACT:” before it and then say “scientists have proven that”. BOOM. People believe you. Does this not bother anyone?...
We're all just hermits with laptops and smart...
People say we’re getting closer. We can turn on our computers or phones and instantly be able to speak to anyone from around the world. We can phone everyone, we can see them on webcam, we can read what everyone we know is thinking on twitter, tumblr etc and interact with them all on facebook. Very little is personal anymore. All the world is becoming one giant community shouting their...
Serial Killers Like Coffee
It’s round about two in the morning when I stop off at a petrol station just outside of York, to gather my thoughts. As petrol stations go it’s a pretty battered looking place. Whether or not it even has petrol seems to come and go judging by the crudely… View Post shared via WordPress.com
Let the dead stay dead/Piss off
Just ranting here but: leave Amanda Todd the fuck alone. She’s dead, you finished her off. Now fuck off. Yes she posted pictures of her tits. Yes she showed off her body. Big fucking deal. Cos it’s not like any other girl under the age of 20 has ever posted pictures of themselves barely clothed…….oh wait. the other thing. Is that a reason for her to be bullied till she...
A Brief Summary of What Happened To My Shoes...
A Brief Summary of What Happened To My Shoes (part.1) Once upon a time many moons ago, there was a place called Britain. For centuries its government, based in London, had sole control over the country. Nobody really questioned it. Then one day something changed. I say one day as if it really was ONE day.… View Post shared via WordPress.com
Face-rape and the Shady Iris
(The time sponsored by me is 12:53 and 10 seconds) “At the third stroke the time will be…” “Dude I told you to stop masturbating over me whilst we’re in the car.” “Resnov, have you ever heard the story of the time I told you to go fuck yourself.” “No. I… View Post shared via WordPress.com
Ode of the Ambassador
Safe, the old fashioned way Can’t survive here for much longer, my choice has been made This eye will take me to my grave Eyes front, stand high So many ways that a man can die Out in the vacuum of space Don’t quit, resist You know that you’re much better than this Your futures unknown Safe, the old fashioned way This eye will take me to my grave She’s gone, far...
This month has been a complete write off
Something about this month has been completely gash. I’m sick of venues cancelling at the last minute or shit happening here there and everywhere. Just want this year over so i can start another one and pretend this one didn’t happen. Bollox
Your face makes me unhappy. Put it away
The definition of boredom: having fuck all to do at work so you end up dancing to James Blunt behind the till. What id give for a bouncy castle and a crate of beer right now!!
The lonely wolf cries but of what companionship is the moon tonight? Broken spirits call for mercy but none is given, Lost in a dark closet with a broken lock and a shadow door Screaming at bricks and mortar For celestial lights to call There is no way out There is no door, And so with dying wings I fall Melting in a sun whose beams have no effect on me Crushed and burning from a death That was...
Solid boundaries, blessed ground Nothing lives here, not a sound Gravestones open up the earth Someone’s been here, call the nurse There on a stone-head wearing through Bears a name that I once knew My name carved where flowers grow I died inside, 1 year ago
Bomb (really old poem)
The sun burns bright, brighter than before The clouds turn to fire and burn the trees raw The summer sky is burning, the grass is melting down The fields are boiling water that floats on into town Town is full of corpses; the traffic lights on red The long gone cries of children is heard throughout the dead Disintegrated houses are scattered through the streets Windows smashed and broken, sit...
Just putting it out there, but it’s really quite odd seeing my face in the Url bar at the top. That is all.
First draft of the prologue for my buche (no...
Look at yourself. Go on. Stand up. Find yourself a mirror, a window, a television screen. Hell, a spoon will do. Take in what you see. A wonder of biological engineering. Organs protected within a cage of bone and muscle; fed by water, oxygen and nutrients. Tightly encased by a thin layer of skin awash with nerve endings and bacteria. But this is just a shell. It’s not who you are. You are...