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Tom Russell Poetry

About Me

Choose Tom Russell. Choose Poetry. Choose a bad microphone. Choose a blog. Choose poems about breakups, standups wannabe gangsters and electrical tin openers. Choose good clothes, bad hair, and no eyesight. Choose smoking in the pooring rain outside the venue. Choose copious amounts of alchohol. Choose him in your top friends. Choose his profile layout and matching contact table. Choose a faveourite other poet to compare him to and wonder which would be better in bed. Choose commenting his blog and wondering who the fuck you are on a friday night. Choose sitting on that computer chair reading mind-numbing, spirit-crushing poems, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you call your myspace friends.
Choose some poetry.
Choose Tom Russell.
That was awfully negative I am sorry. I just really like Trainspotting. Too much. My name is Tom. I write Poems. I perform them too. This is the place where my words come to be viewed by the public. If my mind is my inner sanctum, and my journal is the welcomin lobby, then this would definetly be the porter waiting for you at the door, ready to take your coat and hat. So yes, use this porter wisely. He is your friend. He is your servant. He is paid by the hour to do your bidding, so squeeze as much out of him as is humanly possible.
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Member Since: 11/07/2007
Band Website: None, yet.
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Influences: If you look at my top friends, their pretty much all there. If you delve deeper into the friends list I'm sure you can find some more aswell.Oh but not Shakespeare. I'm a self confessed anti-thespian.
Sounds Like: you really have nothing better to do than listen to poetry.
Record Label: Unsigned

My Blog

10 things that must be done before I die

Ok, this is a blatenet thievery from Ruby and Her Whorses (if you havent heard any of her stuff, go listen to it, its wicked) but, because I'm lazy, I'm only going to do 10. Its one in the morning and...
Posted by on Sun, 08 Feb 2009 17:12:00 GMT

Poem: The Cult of the Stupid

Lil Laffy had a Cult, its beliefs stranger than most. He wrote it in a book called Dianetics and this is how it goes: A long time ago in a galaxy far far away Xenu, the intergalactic overlord was...
Posted by on Fri, 07 Nov 2008 18:46:00 GMT

Poem: A Potato is still a Potato (Unless your a Scientologist)

No matter what you do to a potato at the end of it all it will still be a potato. You can mash it, boil it, bake it, stick it in a stew or eat it raw but it will, at its core, still be a potato. And...
Posted by on Fri, 07 Nov 2008 17:58:00 GMT

Poem: Our Father (A Message from Man to God)

Our father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy Kingdom come, thy will be done, On earth as it is in heaven, Give us this day our daily bread And forgive us our debts, as we have forgiven...
Posted by on Fri, 07 Nov 2008 17:38:00 GMT

Poem: Methylenedioxymethaphetamine

Methylenedioxymethaphetamine Turns strangers into lovers And all your nightmares into dreams Your blood runs thick with the beat Swaying to the rhythm Of the song and you dance and repeat And we all s...
Posted by on Sun, 21 Sep 2008 16:06:00 GMT

Poem: Not Ironic

Rain on your wedding day is not ironic- it just reflects your inabilityto plan around very simple weather forecastsPaying for a free ride is not ironic- it just means you eitherneglected to read the s...
Posted by on Tue, 29 Jul 2008 07:15:00 GMT

Poem: Emo Breakup

I am as low as it is possible to beOh woe is me!Because I looked from afar and lacked any courageI lost you like you were aeroplane luggageTake heed! To Breath! I need!... YouFor I am a matchstick man...
Posted by on Tue, 29 Jul 2008 07:04:00 GMT

Poem: 3 Reasons why Superman is better than Batman

1: Batman is an asshole with emotional problemsWhen crimes arise, instead of trying to solve themHe becomes an introverted, vengance-obsessed creepRunning around peoples rooftops interrupting their sl...
Posted by on Tue, 29 Jul 2008 06:57:00 GMT

Poem: IP4 Gangster

'Your about as hard as microwaved butterabout as bling as a penny in the gutterYour as street as a pathway in the parkand have the respectability of Tracy Emmen's art'It was about this point that he h...
Posted by on Tue, 22 Jul 2008 12:10:00 GMT

Northgate: The end of an era

I was going to write a poem about leaving Northgate for the last time in seven years, but I couldent quite bring myself to do it. It's such an overwhelming sensation, realising that I'll never have le...
Posted by on Sat, 24 May 2008 11:31:00 GMT