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The Day the Eighties Died
It doesn't make sense, and I am not sure I can phrase it right. Michael Jackson died. And for some reason it feels as if I've lost my best friend. Of course I didn't know, just as the majority of us didn't, we just fe… -
Adapting Is All About The Drug
It's safe to say I have officially come to terms that high school is over, and I am done with that point of my life. I had great satisfaction the first moment I had finished, I had the sudden rush of adrenaline and … -
Mr. Family Man Meets Ziggy Stardust
So I've been having nightmares, and not the normal nightmare, mind you. These are things I've tried desperately to forget but cannot, and it's almost as if they have come back to haunt me. Maybe all those funerals… -
You've Disturbed My Universe, But I've Slept In Yours'
So it is now the official end of break, and I can vouch that I am not the only one who is feeling it. A large part of me would have loved to have remained school free until the end of this semester, but somehow that … -
Only If I Don My Pink Tux
I asked her, I knew what the answer would be in one way or another but I asked her. And for that I am proud, for myself if none the less pleased, probably because I knew what would happen and I didn't fear it. It … -
You Wear Your Skin Like It's Too Tight
So it's over, how I've dreaded saying those words. But it's over, the feeling has ended and the euphoria I've been on has worn off. It's almost as if I've gotten my stomach pumped. I don't love anyone, in an overly … -
Backstage Riots In Wembley
What do I want out of life? In answer (and part reference to my own question) I have little or no idea. For one I love to write, writing for me is a way to express my feelings on paper, and millions of people read … -
One For the Satsified Teens, And One For Me
I was in the park today, breathing in the musty aroma of freshly cut grass. Its a wonderful smell that surrounds your nostrils in the most appeasing way possible. The dampness of it clings to your sneakers and make… -
The Taxi Skipped Tuesday But Made A Start For Love
Tuesday what a lovable day of the week, or should I condemn it to the same status as the so called, Monday? Either way my Tuesday was of the usual jargon, where I matched wits with myself in the mirror for ten minute… -
For All the Lonely Hearts That Never Made It to the Stage
I felt really awkward today, one of those feelings that you would like to shake off but cannot bring yourself to at the same time. To begin with this tale I walked in for my photo shoot, and precisely 1am, I had pur…
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