Wonderlust!

This is my secret blog. Sometimes I write things that just don't fit on myspace .
These are my pictures and I'm proud of some of them .
Ladies and gentlemen come witness the great contrasting conspiracy of a boy who is just like me. Settle down with this story of a boy tired of lying and tired of crying and beat him fucking senseless.
In all this great wide world, I could swim forever. I could sleep in the trees and dream of leaves, but I could never escape this culture. Britpop bullshit and indie darlings dying on the screen.
God bless BBC.
I could never escape the bullshit of the media. I could never escape the idle-aired whores and the cries of all the dying children. I could never be healthy with a new disease waiting at my corner. I could never turn my corner and I could never drive a car. I could never escape this fucking culture so I'll learn to loathe it loudly.
My eyes are sore for reasons unknown so punch them to make me better. Let's all have a fight and then a full blown war. We're all going nowhere so let's have some fucking fun. Nanny nations and children's rations because everything's gotta be perfect now. Overweight, undersold, overheard and never exposed; fuck getting healthy and fucking being wealthy. Nihilism and bohemianism go hand in hand so run for your love with a gun in your palm. Our lives would make the greatest movie.
I'm Jack.
I never thought I'd be in a band. I never thought I'd go out every week. I never thought I'd be so fucking depressing all the time. I never thought people would like me and I never thought I'd have their respect. I never thought people would laugh at all my stupid jokes and I never thought I'd love this town.
I'm 17 and going for broke. Here's hoping to be dead by 40 because middle class qualifications don't cut it for me.
I say a lot of shit, but it's still just shit because I only write when I'm confused. I say a lot of stuff about being alone and yeah, I'm pretty fucking lonely, but I made this bed and I'll just have to deal with it. I'm lonely and I'm tired and I'm sore and I'm sad, but I deserve the things I get and I'll endure because I can. My world is fucking brilliant so feel free to step inside.
Fuck gold and silver. Fuck jewels and riches because all I need is rust. I love breaking down and I love ruined worlds. I love desolation for a reason I can't explain. I love fear and pain and all the things that are wrong with the world. I love peace and I love love, but I don't care if people die because that's just what happens. I don't care about war and famine because I'm selfish, but it just might be deeper than that. I care about myself and I care about my friends. I care about my world but I couldn't care less for humanity.
I'm not a negative person. I am, in fact, just bored. I don't work and I don't learn. I sleep all day and think all night and it might be lonely but I don't think I'd like it to change. Doing nothing is my favourite thing to do so come over and sit on my lawn and eat my ice cream. Come over and write letters on my windows for the birds to read whilst they eat and draw pictures on post-its to stick upon my walls.
I don't know about life. I've got no experience to speak of. I can't say whether or not it's easy or whether or not it's fun, but I can say that I'm keeping my eyes open.
One day I'll write too much again and delete it all in an hour because it sounds like shit. I don't have much confidence in the things I do, but I've got friends who believe in me and I've got friends who like me for some fucking reason so I'm not afraid of much.
I started a bike gang today and you probably can't be in it. The N-Town Bike Punx are forever, through blood, bruise and blisters. It was amazing, but I pushed my limits and broke my bike. I've got plasters covering my fists and cuts on my ankles, but I'll do it all tomorrow. I don't care what happens because I'll keep riding. I can ride forever because I can push my limits. I don't care about my bones, my body or my bike; I mean nothing no myself but my adventures will live forever.
Right now I want to curl up and fall asleep, but sleep only comes to those who deserve it. A need to dream isn't enough so I wake in the night and break my back on these ill-stuffed pillows. I cross my arms and kick my legs and guess I just hope for the best. I might wake up with a headache and I might wake up alone, but at least I still wake up.
I'm the boy who brings a book to the party. I'm the kind of person who sleeps in an empty room and then complains about it. I complain about everything just because.
On a nice day I stare at the ceiling. My landing is long and the breeze blows through the windows and it brings the adventure inside. I love to just laze around but it's always nicer with other people. Come and laze around with me because I get sick of being on my own all day.