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Liam

About Me

Another re-write.
It's kind of hard to summarize who you really are on a Myspace "about me" section, so rather than do that I'll just point out some facts instead. I'm 18. I'm an English student at the University of Oxford. Once upon a time I had blond hair, but it got darker. Outside of term-time, I live in Brighton. I don't use Myspace as much as Facebook. I read good books, I watch good TV, I listen to good music and I like good movies.
I don't know if I've ever really been in love. I would never have chosen to be the person I've become, but I'm powerless to change who that is, and despite that I still like myself. I wouldn't mind meeting someone special, but I suspect everyone who's special has been taken.
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My Blog

Bleeding lamppost

From my other blog: http://liam-mars.blogspot.com/I'm wandering down these little narrow streets. They're wider when they're busy. The sunlight illuminates the cobbled pavements and somehow, with its ...
Posted by on Sat, 13 Dec 2008 01:02:00 GMT

If I believed in god

I would pray for him to make me handsome, to make people notice me, to make me appreciated and to occasionally let me get the things I want. And deserve. I feel like, I didn't ask to look like this an...
Posted by on Tue, 16 Sep 2008 00:42:00 GMT

Mobid depravity

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Posted by on Tue, 09 Sep 2008 19:45:00 GMT

existential crisis brought on by alcohol

Jesus is nowhere to be found on the dance floor. I've looked. I'm always looking, but I look harder when I'm drunk. When I'm drunk, at first it's like I'm on fire, and I'm shaking it off and there's s...
Posted by on Fri, 11 Jul 2008 06:50:00 GMT

Lost things

Flakes of hair are falling all around me and I'm entirely unaware as to why, so I stare forward at my own eyes and they are absolutely intimidating me with a sort of matte, unflinching coldness. The h...
Posted by on Tue, 08 Jul 2008 18:32:00 GMT

No time to search the world around (experiments with styles)

She's walking down a catwalk and when she turns, I swear to god her eyes catch on me, like a sweater on a nail. It's a momentary thing, like a hook, but she's been dethreaded slightly. In the stumble ...
Posted by on Wed, 25 Jun 2008 08:08:00 GMT

Part Two, and a change of styles

Taking my first sip, I'm embarassed to say I'm already feeling light-headed. The room is a pig-sty by no stretch of my imagining and the more of this drink, eagerly consumed, the more I begin to disas...
Posted by on Mon, 16 Jun 2008 05:27:00 GMT

A Story Which Is Entirely Fictional (honestly)

It was a dark, lonely day in the Kingdom of Southland. The fair Prince had endured trial after trial already, and after many promised final adventures he drew nigh towards the closing of his pentultim...
Posted by on Fri, 13 Jun 2008 13:57:00 GMT

Get your blog out for the lads

That time of year again, my friends, when Liam must put down facebook for 10 minutes to seek out his old Myspace and write a blog. And why else would Liam write a blog unless he were feeling very, ver...
Posted by on Mon, 12 May 2008 15:52:00 GMT

BASTARDS

What is the point of bringing up a sensitive subject and then dropping the whole issue? If I persist for information, it means I'm clearly not over somebody, if I don't then I'm left with some tractle...
Posted by on Fri, 29 Feb 2008 16:23:00 GMT