Tuesday, 30 August 2011

l

you know me,
i'm mysterious - i disappear
like
a fart in the wind.

I enjoy a good cup
of
coffee. made buy myself or
preferably,
a beautiful woman.

"you like any language spoken by
a
female." shit,
she
was right.

my mind is
wrestling
with its self all the mother-
fucking
time.
Clad in Ash,
Naked, Erect, Proud.

two half's of a
soft,
grey matter fighting
constantly.
for an outcome that will
never
fool(y) satisfy
.

Wednesday, 17 August 2011

L

standing still and screaming

Tuesday, 2 August 2011

L

"I want a picture of you taking a photograph"

"why?"

"so when your a famous photographer they have pictures of you taking photographs for books and stuff"

"but the caption at the bottom will read; photograph courtesy of Mr Mitchell's first wife"

- she did not smile.