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About Me

Born broke got fixed.Lived some survived it.Still alive, still surviving it.Been hot, been sexy burned in hell, Satans toast.Wrote books ,write books done shows ,do shows.Love freedom fight for it.Looking for love not anguish.Cool free not cosy dangerous.Somewhere theres a place for us.Oh you big gorgeouse thing.Keep going, still perfoming ,still writing ,still broke, still fixed.Make words dance.

"The Fuck This Blasphemy Shit E.P" A response to all who invade our minds and hearts. A resonse to policeing language. A response to banality. A banana totally. A totalaterian ban. A ban on bans. A banner stand. A damn good hand. "The Fuck This Blasphemy Shit E.P" Grand!

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Member Since: 6/14/2006
Band Website: chloepoems.org.uk
Band Members: Chloe Poems
Influences: I pride myself on not having any, may be perhaps the unsung prolateriate. O.K. that could sound a little arrogant and divisive.I'm influenced by many things most often alcholol and toot sweets,I'm an imbiber of a flurry of fun-stuffs and welcome without fear or conciet there out-come. My life was changed irrevocably by Rock Follies,Doctor Who,The Tomorrow People and Emma Peel. Something about costumes,camp and changing the world has always appealed.I love the rough and earthy voices of folk singers who litter pubs with songs I don't know to an audience that always appreciates them.Punk was very good with it's desire to inform and destroy.A big fan of the synthesyser and that eighties vibe bringing it to fruition,changing the world and making it just that little bit camper. I adore the fun fuelled tenacity of the many queers and that includes straights who have made decadence not only political and great to dance to but a whole lotta-palooza.The fighters of freedoms to numerous to mention but sadly not numerous enough,one-day we will arrive Comrades with a bang so loud it will make the hydrogen inrush of event one seem a gentle whisper. Revolution and it's rocky outcomes{you call how we live now stable?} Performers and thier routines making the world more hula-hoop than round.Last but by no-means least the poets and thier terrirfying but ultimately humanist desire to tell us what we're like.Oh and you Comrades.X
Sounds Like: The inside of a beautiful queers mind. Sometimes the raging of quiet indefatiguable erosion sometimes the pneumatic intensity of a crystal methed-up cuckoo. I sound like I mean to sound,uplifting as apocalyptic, generous as degenerate,a holistic combination I fancy. Who doesn't fancy an holistic combination?Sounds like a fine cocktail to me.
Record Label: Switchflicker
Type of Label: Indie

My Blog

Got To Thinking

Comrades Cheap And Cheerful Got to thinking about aftermaths. Comedowns and there conclusions. After a show your left so up in the air,set adrift on the recent memories of trauma and success. You kind...
Posted by Chloe Poems on Sun, 07 Oct 2007 08:06:00 PST

A Miracle Ocurred

Comrades Meaty and Whlosesome Well we did it. Good God we did it. Journeys Comrades what a blinking thing they are. Like all roads at first Miracle seemed to be going smoothly then as then does we hit...
Posted by Chloe Poems on Fri, 05 Oct 2007 07:18:00 PST

I Scraped My Toe Today

Comrades Of God I'm taking some time away I think. Not just from my ever decreasing sanity but from the joy of Myspace. I'm so devil may care miserable at the moment that I feel I must say ta ra for a...
Posted by Chloe Poems on Sat, 15 Sep 2007 10:21:00 PST

I Can’t Act

Comrades Pained Yet Still Somehow Surviving What a day. It's all go or indeed it's all gone. There are days when your superhuman powers not unlike Supermans legs Know no bounds. Good God your up...
Posted by Chloe Poems on Fri, 14 Sep 2007 08:46:00 PST

Do As A Dead Dead

Comrades Proportioned"A small ache" said the bludgeoned heart. at once downcast and abbreviated, shopping bag bought and sold. "A tall order" said the tailored freu all taught and tightroped,long walk...
Posted by Chloe Poems on Mon, 10 Sep 2007 09:03:00 PST

Slowly Going Mad

Comrades Bamboozerlers It's Sunday and we've had all kinds of trouble putting on Miracle,its not the easy ride it started out as. Like all things it's a bumpin' an' a grindin' all over the God damn sp...
Posted by Chloe Poems on Sun, 09 Sep 2007 08:20:00 PST

That Knob Head Gerry !

Comrades Computerised I really want to write about those McCann parents but am so confused by the whole damn debacle I can't find the words but oh my God what is going on? There are places darker than...
Posted by Chloe Poems on Sat, 08 Sep 2007 07:46:00 PST

Oh

Comrades ConstipatedOh for the fiddle di di of a new moment, a new memory, a moment blessed by the acccident of memories, a moment held so close to the chest it aches out need. Oh for the worthlesness...
Posted by Chloe Poems on Fri, 07 Sep 2007 03:37:00 PST

Spellbound.

Comrades Fixated You have probably noticed in my blogs a massive inability to spell and use punctuation correctly. Your right you have noticed it. I was in the Company Bar the tuther week and th...
Posted by Chloe Poems on Thu, 30 Aug 2007 09:06:00 PST

A Puddle Sweetie.

Comrades Exsasperated Dreary go the mumbled days of half hearted commands and sorrow. On we plod to make the paths that hack away tomorrows Oz. The garbled durge of insufficence marrs the treasure che...
Posted by Chloe Poems on Thu, 30 Aug 2007 02:13:00 PST