Do I have nothing good left to say
Do I need whiskey to start fueling my complaints
People love to drink their troubles away
sometimes I feel that I’d be better off that way
‘Cause maybe then I could sleep at night
I wouldn’t lie awake until the morning light
This is something that I’ll never control
My nerves will be the death of me, I know
So here’s to living life miserable
And here’s to all the lonely stories that I’ve told
Maybe drinking wine will validate my sorrow
Every man needs a muse and mine could be the bottle
Maybe then I could sleep at night
I wouldn’t lie awake until the morning light
This is something that I’ll never control
My nerves will be the death of me, i know
Finally I could hope for a better day
No longer holding on to all the things that cloud my mind
Maybe then the weight of the world wouldn’t seem so heavy
But then again, I’ll probably always feel this way
At least i know I’ll never sleep at night
I’ll always lie awake until the morning light
This is something that I’ll never control
My nerves will be the death of me, I know
I drew this on a postcard a few months ago for a good friend’s Zine. I haven’t been able to draw too well ever since, it may have injured me.
I’ll do more, I promise.
I know as a ‘designer’, I should be whoring myself out to anything and everyone via any means but I fucking hate that so much. I guess I’ll make more of an effort, I have a break from uni for a few weeks, no job to go to and too much free time that’s filled with over-thinking and gym. I’ll try and use that free time to make some original content and maybe actually do something with these gifts I have.
WORD.
Jack is a hero. I joined this site through seeing his Tumblr, A FAIR FEAT INDEED.
Check him out. Now please kthnxbai.
My entry to a Snowboard contest by ‘forsnowboarding’ and ‘grafik armor.’ My submission was a abstract reference to popular trends in design on Snowboards/Snurfers since the 60s. The link is here http://forsnowboarding.posterous.com/abstract-history
I’ve just joined a gym close to my new, shit home in Chislehurst. SET YOUR GOALS, this is it. I’ll have this body within 6 months. MAYBE I’LL POST UPDATES, maybe FUCK YOU. Depends how we go.
None of ‘em giving a glimpse trying to guess that I’m sitting in the middle of an unread book
Letters are falling apart
But the sentence descend on the word and the wording is permanent
Never been missed
If you were missed
What did you miss
Interpreted is
Falling and serving a sentence of solitary confinement
Result in the death sentence just filling my running assignment
I’m just wondering where my time went, it pulled a disappearing act
And every single assistant I ever had got sawed in half.
I haven’t read much in my life that has made me feel quite as genuinelly uncomfortable as this. The film doesn’t do this book justice, DARK.
