Saving the World

We wake up to terror attacks and death tolls and we still want our silly little things, small dreams and beach trips, still awake at 5am I long for a different type of violence I penetrate her as hard as the hardest way ever possible so that with each thrust I kick all of her…

But Who Wants an Easy Life? It’s Boring.

The unbearable lightness of beings was so light I could float around and inside all this vanity endlessly and just sob and cry and ejaculate and be hysterical and shout right in the middle of it and nobody would notice nobody was feeling anything in this huge world, nobody was feeling anything at all but…

Hardcore Ever After

Morning coffee the balcony she had never seen before the side of me she didn’t know, I decide not to fuck her today it’s a tiresome Sunday 8am and her heart skips too many beats and makes her all rigid and crazy for the people she loves I just let it go and move on she hates it…

Burn Baby, Burn.

What happened to us accepting reality so readily, little girls gone from watching fairytales to watching their man fuck another woman and that’s all we got moments to stir our senses and shake our blood stream with and we’d so gladly take them, cling to whatever made us feel alive even if that meant ending…

Dreams From Ladbroke Grove

Sharing powders and toilets with strangers putting up with all-nighters and long Uber rides even when we were too exhausted from our juice-less lives and everyday miseries just to find some mild touching or brief fucking if we make it to the morning, we kept going we had to get there you see, what was…

Fucking and Drinking Through the Madness

For some reason writing wasn’t easier when you were drunk, but living was and I wasn’t writing enough so I could drink and forget the trivial realities of most people like wanting someone to be there for us, more cash and pussy to release our anger at the world in, I only watched cars passing by…

Feeling is a Form of Thinking

We knew we were alive by our pulse and heart beats ambitions and embarrassments, pain. We lived to feel and laugh but was this all life was about really? What about all those numb moments in our basement flats, bored and waiting for tomorrow? Were we dead then? And if we were dead, how much…