Violence in the streets, degradation in the sheets. "Mr. Brizell get a bloody hold of yourself. This soul of yours is in ruins. There's talk of your sickening behaviour, unrepentant sefishness and wild romancing. We want your head" My sunglasses are askew and I've misplaced my heart down a grimy alley. All in all the … Continue reading If you’re going to sit on my face, I may as well just be your man
Perineum
The scene has been set The curtains have been drawn Here we are: yet another generation shipwrecked upon the worst of times. Fucks sake that sounds far too cliche. It appears like every other nihilistic introduction. Yes, yes we all know we’re fucked, but we never quite manage to capture the panache of existing alongside … Continue reading Perineum
Poem: Post A-levels existentialism
Something’s gone wrong folks, the bottle’s empty, I’m as loaded as the gun Hemingway killed himself with was. It wasn’t meant to end up this way, Halfway west of my final resting place in a creased suit gasping for air outside a dusty road stop, stuck in Neverland. I could have been an indie darling … Continue reading Poem: Post A-levels existentialism
THE BRUTAL FUCKING AGONY OF EXISTENCE
She leaves loving, lustful marks on my neck and body, the kind that attracts glances. I bathe in the acidic aftermath of attention I take a drag on the insolent apathy of the people around me. I settle into the bed Culture made. The world doesn’t need another white guy bemoaning society's and the world’s … Continue reading THE BRUTAL FUCKING AGONY OF EXISTENCE
To play the part
Slaughtered souls; the immolated masses pour forth from the carnal abyss, Stripped, abused bodies, cascading forth bringing their tragedy into the clinical hell of illusion. Here we are looking inwards. The world coalesces in spiteful furore. I've checked out of the hotel and settled in at the therapists. 'Oh Mr. Brizell, that girl with the … Continue reading To play the part
Discomfort
On 4:44 Jay-Z rapped 'if everybody's crazy, you're the one that's insane' he wasn't wrong. i'm looking around, at everyone, at myself; i'm looking too deep for my own good and being unsettled by what i see; cheating, degradation, self-harm, self-loathing, hell, that's just scratching away at the cracked porcelain surface. The world's insane and … Continue reading Discomfort
A brief inquiry into a village in Northern Britain
A small village nestled in northern Britain, unknown by even those who live nearby, yet unforgettable to those that reside within, and hardly for any good reason. Trees border the edges of muddy, disconcertingly empty farmland. Hay bales lie in unremarkable desolation; the winter scars the ground, Summer brings it into decay. To the naked … Continue reading A brief inquiry into a village in Northern Britain
Oh Mr. Brizell, what have you done now?
Does time ever stop? I'm clinging onto the clock hands, but i'm slipping. you're all watching, waiting for me to slip. i know no one's gonna catch me. i'm lost in the hate of myself. the nightmares are back. Since June nothing has changed. i'm stuck in a painfully torturous cycle. ben goddamn you talk … Continue reading Oh Mr. Brizell, what have you done now?
2018: Madness masquerading as sanity
I awake feeling sad, broken and wishing I felt none of these things. Tomorrow i’m waking up alone and going to remember everything that once could have been. The world has a hell of a right hook, i never expected a black eye that bad. words bite, inexperience harms, i wish that had been pinned … Continue reading 2018: Madness masquerading as sanity
i wander the woods in my dreams and hope to find an answer to my existential crises, i find only nothing
Time is passing me by, and I don’t have a hold on it or life anymore. Meanwhile Pitchfork today just gave two best new music tags to the new albums by Earl Sweatshirt and The 1975, both well deserved. On the other side of today today I found myself awake at 4 am my head … Continue reading i wander the woods in my dreams and hope to find an answer to my existential crises, i find only nothing
