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. Slowly my existence is corroded I’m drinking Whisky most nights, reflecting on the … Continue reading Well Mr. Brizell it seems that the world’s changing
Eyes red and raw
I’m listening to King Krule’s The Ooz (Released today). It’s a masterpiece. Now I’m back to familiar territory romanticising past experiences, thinking about the lost love. The ones who’ve moved on and figured their lives out. This year I met and fell for a girl from Spain. It was a strange, inexplicable romance, that felt … Continue reading Eyes red and raw
Her and the subsequent confusion
Been up to a lot this year; talked long with an ex(es), family tragedy and fell for someone. Now it's July, and all that's faded. Now I'm left listening to Conor Oberst's Ruminations. Knowing if I'd of stayed responding to her messages I'd of burnt out. Now maybe loneliness is my worst nightmare. Maybe in … Continue reading Her and the subsequent confusion
I’m a guy with a hat and I know I like my hat
No reprise needed here. Recently I've been having what I guess could be called an awakening of some sort; think George Harrison or Josh Tillman becoming Father John Misty. I've begun work on something big to say the least. It's been brewing in me for a very long time. With five years in my rear … Continue reading I’m a guy with a hat and I know I like my hat
Beautiful pristine untouched virgin girl / messy cracked broken sexually active sad girl
I know a girl. That’s a mouthful. In fact to rephrase that; I know girls: I know one with an ever growing predilection for drugs, I know one with a horrible, soul crushingly bad taste in boys, I know one so narcissistic that the photos she takes of her bath products she thinks makes her … Continue reading Beautiful pristine untouched virgin girl / messy cracked broken sexually active sad girl
Gut punch/backwards booty call
Where am I in my life right now, that I have been asked through countless loathsome moments. You want the honest answer? I'm nowhere- I'm with an attractive girl- not dating though just to make that point. I'm sat on the carpeted floor of my room, tapping away at the old computer, still listening to … Continue reading Gut punch/backwards booty call
Moniker
Why the sudden splurge of posts you may wonder, after many months of silence. I don't have a fucking clue, so please do refrain. I can tell you though my week has been a mess, jumping from high to low, to just one big downward drop of everything. It's been a long battle. The days … Continue reading Moniker
I am
I've met a girl. I fell for her, I don't fall for people easily. The past three years for me have been long, winding and occasionally torturous. Now here I am; most people piss me off. Her; well she doesnt, every message we exchange brings a smile to my face. It brings a long lost … Continue reading I am
The little black heart
Strange times, what I could tell you back in December is not what could be said in April. I, much like the world am in a strange place. Albeit the world is going from genocides to war mongering. I however have spent the past months amiss, delving deep into the written word. This isn't a … Continue reading The little black heart
The little black heart
Strange times, what I could tell you back in December is not what could be said in April. I, much like the world am in a strange place. Albeit the world is going from genocides to war mongering. I however have spent the past months amiss, delving deep into the written word. This isn't a … Continue reading The little black heart
Ben Brizell 