Petition against the Prohibtion of Busking at Covent Garden |
If you have ever enjoyed any of the entertainment in Covent Garden Market, if you have ever tried to make a living as a performer, or even if you just hate to see the little guy get bullied by a facel...
Posted by Emma Harper on Thu, 13 Mar 2008 06:54:00 PST |
reprieve |
positivitycomes and goesbipolar rosewhitens as it growstill someone who Knowssays something impressiveand you start to see whyelitists were possessiveobsessively protectiveit rocket-fuels your wingsho...
Posted by Emma Harper on Fri, 15 Feb 2008 05:42:00 PST |
valentine was eventually killed in a barrel |
strange and curled up hybrid bastard child long time watch you sleeping you have what i want for gods you are keeping me out of your privacy you have what i'll never see and all of your beatings so fa...
Posted by Emma Harper on Thu, 14 Feb 2008 02:02:00 PST |
mercenary |
it's a pity no-one told you you're a twat our viscous meetings are risible at that you slime down my windscreen, persisting to preen i nauseate politely behind my opera hat mercenary, i could be call...
Posted by Emma Harper on Sat, 09 Feb 2008 05:53:00 PST |
drunkard |
everything is worn out and dirtyi swear i can't wear any more of these shoesthey carry me places of impuritythe intricacies bite and leave me with bruisesthere are no subtleties herewe're all clear on...
Posted by Emma Harper on Sat, 02 Feb 2008 08:39:00 PST |
"self-dribbling Faberge eggs on the rebound had surrounded me and tried to teach me the lost |
language of true poetry"
dark dictator
how're you fixed for later?
succumbed, i run
a headlong course
marked and branded
heavy handed
mutual rituals
secret personal laws
loat...
Posted by Emma Harper on Sun, 27 Jan 2008 05:24:00 PST |
from amongst the branches |
they were gentle with me when they brought the floods from the mountains the chaos from the flipside the wrath of the furies they were kind to me when they unleashed legions razed ancient forests rap...
Posted by Emma Harper on Sun, 20 Jan 2008 05:30:00 PST |
swallowed |
we live out certain lives for a functionplay it all out, until, lost at the junctionwe are given some last minute tool of hopea cornucopia of crazies convinced you can copewho tell you repeatedly thei...
Posted by Emma Harper on Tue, 08 Jan 2008 07:44:00 PST |
just enough |
i'm gagging on silence, scratch words from the dirtit hurts to be plugged up, savagery screams to spurtfrom the catacombs below my womb, primal and arcanei stirred the usual brew of flow but still no ...
Posted by Emma Harper on Sun, 30 Dec 2007 03:52:00 PST |
bristle |
this place astoundsit is perfect groundno halters alter to slow me downit just appearedvolunteeredto do the job of my home townfamiliartydepravitychalk up the hours of done dutyand after wehave hilari...
Posted by Emma Harper on Tue, 18 Dec 2007 05:43:00 PST |
