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About Me

PUBLIC RECORD:
20. My time and personality is usually divided into around 4 seperate things at any one time. I no longer tie myself down to one description at a time.
Magician. Musician. Poet. Journalist. Budding DJ. And i suppose, Student. If needs must.
I like to be unnecessary and superfluous with regards to my language and vocabulary.
I dont really 'do' Myspace anywhere near as much as i used to, but it is useful, in a voyeuristic kind of way.
I come from Manchester, but live in Bristol. No-one seems to believe me. I hide the Northern thing very well with enlongated vowels and the general air of being a bit upper class.
Going to shows and gigs and other manner of live entertainment has become rather important to be. The Bristol scene is a very healthy place for me.
Im naturally predisposed to liking people, but shyness still reigns. Get me talking on something, or get me drunk and you cant stop me.
Ive always wanted pink hair.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Anyone who doesnt care how they look when they dance.

Anyone who can teach me something interesting.

My Blog

These walls are paper thin.

Ive sort of given up on Myspace, and the only reason i choose to continue writing in this blog is that none of my newer friends (i.e. Those who live in blissful ignorance with regards to my life befor...
Posted by on Sun, 02 Dec 2007 17:59:00 GMT

There is a criminal inside me, beating at my bones.

Fuck. Off. Ive spread myself so thin this past week its unbelivable. And i dont mean enitrely physically, although it has been a terribly busy 7 days, including, but not limited to meeting peop...
Posted by on Sun, 02 Sep 2007 16:29:00 GMT

Each of us had outgrown our shoes.

(I think only one person would actually recognise that title. And even they may have to root around for it. I love being vague.)Numb. Only not quite. There is feeling there. A lot of it. Im just not w...
Posted by on Mon, 13 Aug 2007 13:25:00 GMT

Capsized and Bearing on the Edge of Safe

Alternative Title: Im Guilty of This, Yes You Should Know ThisProper one. None of that half arsed poetry shit. Still not entirely sure why i did that. Oh well. It stays.I figured it out. Everything th...
Posted by on Wed, 01 Aug 2007 14:45:00 GMT

Second Hand Fingers.

Im thinking. I dont know why im thinking what i am.I used to write a lot. A lot more than i do at the moment. A lot better aswell. I used to write stories and poems and all manner of real creative thi...
Posted by on Mon, 30 Jul 2007 13:20:00 GMT

Habits and Hiding Places

Not really a new phenomenon in these parts, but i have very little idea of what things to combine at the moment to make up a feeling that would describe what i find myself in/in myself. Either way.If ...
Posted by on Sun, 24 Jun 2007 14:56:00 GMT

The power went out, I turned on the radio....

... I heard a voice.For some strange, unfounded and unfathomable reason, tonight i find myself angrier than any time in recent memory. And not the sublime, quieted anger id prefer, but the typical sho...
Posted by on Thu, 31 May 2007 17:23:00 GMT

Which Ghost? This Ghost.

I did it. Again. Im sorry. Again. So much. ______ again. Yes, her. This is becoming habit. I dont mean it. It just. Happens. Trash. Weak. Wheres your nerve?! Grow a fucking spine!!Things fuck up. When...
Posted by on Mon, 07 May 2007 17:03:00 GMT

Once More With Feeling.

Preface: This isnt happy. I feel awful. I havent felt this bad. Funny how that always breed such literate streams. Just a warning. I sound as though ive regressed a few years. Im fighting a feeling to...
Posted by on Mon, 23 Apr 2007 11:11:00 GMT