Lights Out for Darker Skies

About Me

Grandma Death told me that every living thing will die and die alone. It came as little surprise, as it is only in my dreams that I have ever truly felt at home. But my dreams have a knack of simply not coming true; I dreamt of living and I dreamt of you...(I'm Andy. I play in The Strange Death of Liberal England)

My Interests

rock polishing

I'd like to meet:

girls who put out and boys who give up.

Music:

Subtle. Or Why?. Or Doseone. Or Reaching Quiet. Or cLOUDDEAD. But mostly Subtle.

Movies:

The Big Lebowski, Ferris Buelar's Day Off, Donnie Darko, The Goonies, stranger than paradise, eternal sunshine of a spotless mind, lost in translation, Rushmore, The Royal Tenenbaums, The Garden State, The Life Aquatic, Teen Wolf, Office Space, Bubba ho-tep, Warriors, I3Huckerbees.

Television:

Desperate Housewives (series one). Damn right.

Books:

Anything by Wilde or Fry or Orwell. The Boy George autobiography. Bukowski. Camus. Kafka. Graham Greene. The man Bryson. Fante. F. Scott Fitzgerald.

Heroes:

Lebowski&Bukowski.

My Blog

Ode to Joy

Your Joy knows no bounds, But my uncle knows two clowns. So I win hands down, In the long run. You question everything, never the fool, But my mum got me a magic 8 ball. So I win hands down, In...
Posted by Lights Out for Darker Skies on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

You wont eat jam

The clocks laughing in your face. My cock wont stay in its place. So maybe we should leave? Separately. Pretend that you need me for a night. Avoid the perfunctory kebab van fight. So maybe w...
Posted by Lights Out for Darker Skies on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

A Friendship Floundered

Yearning for magic, or mystery, or mayhem to tear us from this anaesthetic scene. Turning from the tragic loss of innocence rife in this town where haircuts reign over ideology. Our friendship ...
Posted by Lights Out for Darker Skies on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

With knives in our hands...

January. The grey skies hung heavy on the shoulders of six fractured souls. The cold brought us together, or, at least gave us an excuse to cling to one and other. United by a self-loathing that com...
Posted by Lights Out for Darker Skies on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST