Well Mr. Brizell it seems that the world’s changing

This life is filthy. I should be dead and buried but I’m still here somehow. My liver and lungs are rotting. I’m fatigued from the hangover. What day is it darling? I often forget. The world’s changing and I’m changing with it. Borderline personality disorder’s corroding my existence. I’m drinking gin most nights, reflecting on … Continue reading Well Mr. Brizell it seems that the world’s changing

If you’re going to sit on my face, I may as well just be your man

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

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