where you gonna go now?

3 faces in 3 years

2011-2013
travelling

bang bang

limb tear 15 minutes spare
hot rain and eye pain
pulled apart, for 20 to part
give me 50 off, i'll be your moth
we all gotta live

seemingly swimming

they look pretty damn free down there

i finally made it

i'm playin the drums again too

missing out

everyone is a punk now, she said

the internet made you a punk

iphone makes you less of a man

SEND A FAX

a real man sends a fax, she said

just quit, just get it wrong, just stay put

nothing gets done when you run.

wear lipstick to dinner

shop online

look forward to friday

have no spine

constantly connected

wishing for the love

connection makes us the most happy

I MET THEM

the eldest 

old correspondence forgotten

helps me remember

& music makes it all worthwhile.

eyeshadow makes you old.

that's what i do

what the hell is going on

Slave to the Page

what's he got?

dont get to thinking
just dont do it
this thinking will
be the end of you

true love waits

And true love waits
In haunted attics
And true love lives
On lollipops and crisps

Just don't leave
Don't leave

toward a better computer world

in darkness
waste expelled
thirst quenched
I SAY
somethin awkward
i want you away
a treat
what a delight
BUT YOU"RE BORING
and im tired of trying.

TRIPE
you perfect.
I'm working,
unaccompanied
and silent.

DIAL ONE.
I CAN SEE IT TURNING.
IN DARKNESS,
IT'S GETTING BORING.

you were the sign
without a warning.
in the darkness,
it's getting boring.

(linguistic. so beautiful. dog eyes, with no person inside.)

2008

killing time/selling time

over there,

we'll take you there

selling time

we're just killing time

got to smile

when i say

it's everything you'll want

you gonna pay

we're killing time

ticking them by

living your dream

and passing by

look in the eye

yeah got my laugh on

got my leather case

got my web presence.

got your false pretence

yeah it's all wrapped up

we're selling time

and snorting lines

telephone voice

shoe shine

we got the script

you'll pay for it

the perseverance

you will need us

look in the eye

got them all paranoid

got my million connections

got an intimate moment

over there,

we'll take you there

selling time

we're just killing time

we live on a mountain

Being entirely honest with oneself is a good exercise..

wasn't it?

play on play on
and drone
exhaust
Do the next
and plan the next
laugh
WAKE UP

Yes

You can buy her, you can buy her
This one's here, this one's here, this one's here and this one's here
Ev'rything's for sale

For sale? dumb cunt's same dumb questions
Oh virgins? listen, all virgins are liars honey
And I don't know what I'm scared of or what I even enjoy
Dulling, get money, but nothing turns out like you want it to

And in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything
For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video
He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock
Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him Rita if you want

I eat and I dress and I wash and I still can say thank you
Puking - shaking - sinking I still stand for old ladies
Can't shout, can't scream, hurt myself to get pain out

I 'T' them, 24:7, all year long
Purgatory's circle, drowning here, someone will always say yes
Funny place for the social, for the insects to start caring
Just an ambulance at the bottom of a cliff

In these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything
For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video
He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock
Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him Rita if you want, if you want

I eat and I dress and I wash and I can still say thank you
Puking - shaking - sinking I still stand for old ladies
Can't shout, can't scream, I hurt myself to get pain out

Power produces desire, the weak have none
There's no lust in this coma even for a fifty
Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment

The only certain thing that is left about me
There is no part of my body that has not been used
Pity or pain, to show displeasure's shame
Everyone I've loved or hated always seems to leave

And in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything
For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video
He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock
Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him Rita if you want, if you want

Power produces desire, the weak have none
There's no lust in this coma even for a fifty
Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment

Don't hurt, just obey, lie down, do as they say
May as well be heaven this hell, smells the same
These sunless afternoons I can't find myself

Two dollars you rub her tits
Three dollars you rub her ass
Five dollars you can play with her pussy
Or you can lick her tits
Choice is yours

more give me more

worn out, via mexicans
with the unreasoning verse
the voice got louder, on purpose
the look was softer
and then silence all round.

everyone else has gone home.
aint got much time to waste.
the doors are closed, we drink alone.
hide away, dont want them to say
i was wrong

stroke of luckx

landscapes of late. what did i say? oh yeah. i haven't seen the sky for years. 

i just feel lucky to get to feel like this at all.

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh and no one will ever know.

backwards, not forwards

have a nice life... we might meet again and i'll give you a hug.