tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60203442011-04-22T00:41:43.722+01:00beautiful kids in beautiful troubleNothing fancy. The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comBlogger3401100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1095966306078439642004-09-23T20:00:00.000+01:002004-09-23T20:05:06.076+01:00I want to be so cold that I might shatter if kissed. I want to cry but the tears don't come. A lemon in the fruit bowl, ripe to squeeze. I'm greasy and I slip through your fingers.
It's quite cold now, because it's winter. I love it, don't you? Shortly I will go out for a walk with my friend, to clear my head. We wont go too deep but we'll appreciate every minute of each other's company. We'll The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1095887015049294232004-09-22T21:49:00.000+01:002004-09-22T22:03:35.050+01:00No energy left. Killing myself slowley with busyness. Need some uppers, or friends will do. The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1095367025434614342004-09-16T21:33:00.000+01:002004-09-16T21:37:05.436+01:00Sleeping in the corner, dreaming of the whole room. What's the matter? I ask myself. But I don't know the answer. Do broken hearts ever heal? Not in Knaresborough. I want out... please... but I don't want to fill out a UCAS form, please...
Godspeed you! Black emperor. Splash of cymbals, etc etcThe Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1095366562676639152004-09-16T21:27:00.000+01:002004-09-16T21:29:22.676+01:00The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1095272880876015452004-09-15T19:22:00.000+01:002004-09-15T19:28:00.876+01:00I'm so frustrated, so so so...
I feel sick with fear, sick with fear...
Want to hide. Can I hide with you?The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1094740874425206302004-09-09T15:39:00.000+01:002004-09-09T15:41:14.426+01:00I feel rubbish. How do you illustrate rubbish?The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1094491055214167752004-09-06T18:11:00.000+01:002004-09-06T18:17:35.213+01:00I want to say something really poetic, and heart-felt, and knowledgeable, and spine-tingling...
The truth is I'm far too boring for that. You know? Really damn boring, because I'm at that stage when I can look over my shoulder and there's no one behind me. So much is missing.
I'm reading four books at once, it's stupid, I know that. They're all pretty ace you see. I don't think there's much The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1094408522147231052004-09-05T19:18:00.000+01:002004-09-05T19:22:02.146+01:00"Let's destroy everything!" -Looks around feverishly-
"Later." The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1094228291917509912004-09-03T17:09:00.000+01:002004-09-03T17:18:11.916+01:00Stupid little girl seeks stupid little boy. No commitment, just holding and squabbling.
Back to the grindstone. Whatever that means. The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1094136657460804752004-09-02T15:46:00.000+01:002004-09-02T15:50:57.460+01:00Today I heard what the sun was saying, and I said it back to him... The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1094030457004830802004-09-01T10:11:00.000+01:002004-09-01T10:25:14.553+01:00Last night I dreamt that things were back to 'normal', me and Oliver safe and warm, together. It hurts so much, I never thought the tears would come back. That cavity in my chests feels full of a melted heart, a liquid and sloppy and gloopy, red and transparent. It keeps rising like a wave, trying to get out of my mouth, I wont let it. I feel so sick. Where did I go wrong? There are all these The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1093980732548694492004-08-31T20:29:00.000+01:002004-08-31T20:32:12.546+01:00The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1093952509398314682004-08-31T12:38:00.000+01:002004-08-31T16:26:14.576+01:00Little Yellow Spider and Be Kind from Nino Rojo... x
The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1093875719976241582004-08-30T15:19:00.000+01:002004-08-30T15:21:59.976+01:00This is the soup that I believe in.
This is the smoke I'm always breathing.
This is the way I share my breakfast.
This is the way I serve my sentence...
This is the sound that swims inside me.
That circle sound is what surrounds me.
This is the land that grows around me.
And these are the hands that come in handy.
I liked Mr Banhart best, and the things that crept behind closed eyes when I ate The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1093460021031594462004-08-25T19:52:00.000+01:002004-08-25T19:53:41.030+01:00"Girls and boys come out to play... on the busy motorway..."
Excited now. If anybody wants me... i'll be in a tent in a field, so many miles from here... My head? Well, that'll be in a whole different place. xThe Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1093453683651043492004-08-25T18:05:00.000+01:002004-08-25T18:08:03.650+01:00This is the descent. At least I think that is what it is, in my current state. I'm going to end up dead, I can feel it. Just my luck, with everything ahead and all. Why am I so ridiculous. I ask you? It's just a big joke. So unstable. Shocking. Even when all the world stops spinning and it's just me, the moon and the stars... I'm just fucked. To be honest. Love love love. Let's talk about hate The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1093443860368189852004-08-25T15:23:00.000+01:002004-08-25T15:24:20.366+01:00Silly boys. I don't react well to seeing the old boy with a new girl. The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1093381585165515062004-08-24T21:58:00.000+01:002004-08-24T22:06:25.166+01:00We met up, a few of the usual crew, before hand Gillian and I smoked on the swings, then we met up. She has a really beautiful personality. It was dark and everyone was indoors as you would expect, you can always expect things in Knaresborough because things are always planned and predicted and formal like that. Everyone was a little excited about the festival so there were no damp hearts, thoughThe Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1093368001963268872004-08-24T18:12:00.000+01:002004-08-24T18:23:40.143+01:00I'm falling own again, it's so obvious. All the positive energy has worn off. Feeling good has become tiresome for this sly teen, back to the drawing board. I'll sketch some new ideas of how to be exciting and reliable, shame that I'm not reliable, completely un-reliable. I'm all talk, no action. I disappoint myself. I thought things were going ok, didn't you? But as soon as the headaches get tooThe Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1093290394864813352004-08-23T20:42:00.000+01:002004-08-23T20:46:34.863+01:00Mon beau petit appareil-photo ! Pourquoi doit-tout mourir ?
The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1093211436660219312004-08-22T22:44:00.000+01:002004-08-23T11:49:16.950+01:00We wont get any closer if we don't keep walking.
I think you all should know that.
I want to make films damnit. And I will.
You'll all star, but you wont know it.
Are you listening to me?!
Oh... fuck... you know what I really want, don't you?The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1093180851269338222004-08-22T13:46:00.000+01:002004-08-22T14:20:51.270+01:00"I wonder in what fields today
you're chasing dragonflies at play
my little lost girl
so far away "
The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1093170989254830092004-08-22T11:19:00.000+01:002004-08-22T12:18:13.466+01:00I wish I could take some of the sea away with me.
Even when we didn't speak the waves left a conversational noise, almost industrial, and it felt like enough talking was being done.
Chariots of silver and copper-
Bows of steel and silver-
Beat the foam-
Raise up the stumps of bramble.
The currents of the moor
And the huge ruts of the ebb tide,
Flow circularly toward the East,
Toward the The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1093028879752058392004-08-20T20:04:00.000+01:002004-08-20T20:07:59.753+01:00Tom and I are going to the seaside tomorrow! The big blue, the sand, the scent of it all! I can smell it already.
I must try and contain this hyperactivity by then.
The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1092999860290932112004-08-20T11:46:00.000+01:002004-08-20T12:04:20.290+01:00Girls and boys.
That feeling of anonymity, and realising that maybe everyone else feels the same, because we are all very different, and the only thing that would adjoin us is a little bag of green stuff in my back pocket. It could be depressing, but it isn't, it's just the way it is. Some sit content with the TV and the people beside them, and I... well I just want to get the hell out, or stickThe Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1092849604506814482004-08-18T18:11:00.000+01:002004-08-18T18:20:04.506+01:00Hide and seek in the morning. 45 minutes hiding behind a bush with Phil, he smells of playdoh.
I spent maybe 3o minutes in the garden reading about Francis Bacon's portraits today, and decided I might just apply to study philosophy next year. I left a few crumbs and flies in the book.
Tomorrow I get my As-Level results. I'm nervous, but for the wrong reasons.
Now the weather is ominous, the The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1092750643041666802004-08-17T14:44:00.000+01:002004-08-17T14:50:43.040+01:00There have been times where I have sat alone hoping something/someone would whisk me away to a place beyond this town, beyond this frame of mind and this stench of the weekday boredom, but to my surprise that feeling has gone. This is bliss... well almost. I can hardly forget that in the coming days I will receive my AS-results, attempt to explain to my councilor that "actually I'm ok, and maybe The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1092683342599277972004-08-16T20:07:00.000+01:002004-08-16T20:09:02.600+01:00I'm going to miss this space around me, this distance above my head, and Anna, too.
The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1092510684269348342004-08-14T20:09:00.000+01:002004-08-14T20:12:45.246+01:00The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1092497990425050042004-08-14T16:34:00.000+01:002004-08-14T16:39:50.426+01:00Haha. Hahahaaa. You know, it's odd, it's strange, I lost it, then I found it again. I've found it now, right now. I'm crying about the things that I used to love to cry about. Ahaha. What will I say? I'm writing again... see? All mixed up. Hahahahahahaaaa. I want to laugh so hard that my chest breaks and my hair stands on end. Really... what's going on? It's just me and the world. I'd love that.
The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1092486144097066192004-08-14T13:21:00.000+01:002004-08-14T13:22:24.096+01:00Alone like this. Never more.
The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1092484023670240252004-08-14T12:42:00.000+01:002004-08-14T12:47:03.670+01:00Maybe it was 3.30 or 4.30, the sweet smell of warm vomit began to penetrate the walls about that time. A bowl of red, white sticks of brown, and a little bottle half full of horror. 5 hours of numb face, noodles, hash browns... Just like a dream. So much to think about, whirligig.
It's tight and the air is thin up here.
The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1092481589181403492004-08-14T12:05:00.000+01:002004-08-14T12:06:29.180+01:00I have NEVER felt like this before.
The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1092437477354684912004-08-13T23:50:00.000+01:002004-08-13T23:51:17.353+01:00Make an incision in the chest, then fiddle with the wires... stitch up as appropriate.
The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1092417799117780612004-08-13T18:22:00.000+01:002004-08-13T18:23:19.116+01:00Lately I've been bouncing really hard from side to side, to see if I can hit the edges.
The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1091222063354231282004-07-30T21:58:00.000+01:002004-07-30T22:14:23.353+01:00OK, an update. I don't think I'll be writing here again, as there isn't much to say and I can't write anymore(!?) as you will have noticed. I'm not even making a new blogger this time for reasons such as never being able to create the perfect template, and the ability to edit. To be honest the internet no longer provides much interest for me, though I'm sure I'll still loiter amongst you all (allThe Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1090094040905995072004-07-17T20:52:00.000+01:002004-07-17T20:54:00.906+01:00I cried for a long time last night, as if there was nothing else to do. I didn't sleep when I wanted to and ended up waking far too late in the day today. The gig last night was calm, though I held my breath as tight as I could when Oliver said words I didn't want to hear, the insults stabbed me into a heap crumpled by the isle. I faced the stage and sometimes turned to Gillian, often receiving The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1090086759810757852004-07-17T18:51:00.000+01:002004-07-17T18:52:39.810+01:00"If you don't close your eyes... then you wont be able to see anything." Said Alice.
The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1089488641321547502004-07-10T20:43:00.000+01:002004-07-10T20:44:01.320+01:00Listening to - The BooksThe Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1089450082221591842004-07-10T09:59:00.000+01:002004-07-10T10:01:22.220+01:00I feel like I'm wavering between two points. One being death the other being life. This is normal behaviour. The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1089323926293769382004-07-08T22:41:00.000+01:002004-07-08T23:02:15.850+01:00Oh frankie. OH FRANKIE.
You do know how to fuck up, don't you dear.
Grab a hold of this rollercoaster?
"I'm sorry" said the left side of the brain.
"No you're not" replied the right.
8 people, trapped inside one trench coat.
I'll see to this, I assure you. But maybe not by Tuesday, when we all go on our jolly little trip. Just... just make sure I don't do something stupid. Though, London The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1089213452241122302004-07-07T16:15:00.000+01:002004-07-07T16:17:32.240+01:00
I drove today, my knee is locked.
This is/was now.
Hopeless.The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1089212532944289932004-07-07T16:00:00.000+01:002004-07-07T16:02:12.943+01:00The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1089125989027218912004-07-06T15:55:00.000+01:002004-07-06T15:59:49.030+01:00Love lost, love gained. Swings, swings and round abouts. I don't know. It hurts. I miss him. Another time, another place and maybe I wouldn't.The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1089057190994325562004-07-05T20:47:00.000+01:002004-07-05T20:53:11.010+01:00Today I realised how hard it can be to talk sense, real words, not just conversational 'yes's and 'right's.
Probably result of reading 'The Outsider'...
I'm so unoriginal.
At least Tom and I spent some time together.The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1088975856557397582004-07-04T22:16:00.000+01:002004-07-04T22:17:36.556+01:00Eventually they'll throw me so high up in the air, that I wont come back down.The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1088932735029450072004-07-04T10:12:00.000+01:002004-07-04T10:18:55.030+01:00Something sucks all the air out of me, I'm here. Lines of water, vertical, it's sunday. Duvet leaves me broken, now where to? It's perfect. Morning television, orange and blue... will always be there for me, for you. The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1088932082991360602004-07-04T10:02:00.000+01:002004-07-04T10:08:02.990+01:00The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1088706811575476372004-07-01T19:25:00.000+01:002004-07-01T19:33:31.576+01:00There's thunder. I can't be sick. I keep dozing off. I feel guilty for feeling tired in my lessons, I can't concentrate for too long without wanting to melt into a heap on the floor under the table. Every single word comes out wrong, like a red scalf stiched with blue wool.The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1088457000611626842004-06-28T22:07:00.000+01:002004-07-01T19:23:54.893+01:00Drinks/drinks2.
The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1088453115720646462004-06-28T20:58:00.000+01:002004-06-28T21:07:00.950+01:00"And I sing and sing of awful things
The pleasure that my sadness brings
As my fingers press onto the strings
In yet another clumsy chord
Haligh, haligh, an awful lie
This weight will now be satisfied
I'm gonna give you only one reply
I know not who I am
But I talk in the mirror
To the stranger that appears
Our conversations are circles
Always one sided
Nothing is clear"
Bright Eyes... damnit.
The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1088449962136095342004-06-28T20:00:00.000+01:002004-06-28T20:12:42.136+01:00So, I'm staring the teacher in the eyes, he says to me "You have obvious potential Frankie, what with your creativity and you dedication, I'm sure you will succeed in the media area. This is definitely the time to get involved." I think he's lying. He's not lying. Is he? He is lying. Oh god. I'm a failure.
"Are you Frankie? The Frankie?" Says the teacher. I have no idea who she is, should I? "The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1088359211815828212004-06-27T18:58:00.000+01:002004-06-27T19:00:11.816+01:00
Raise the corners of my mouth... he does.The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1088353623975036122004-06-27T17:24:00.000+01:002004-06-27T17:27:03.976+01:00"When the day is done, hope so much your race will be all run,
then you find you jumped the gun, have to go back where you began when the day is done."
The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1088270894203578582004-06-26T18:23:00.000+01:002004-06-26T18:28:14.203+01:00It was all so comfortable, this past year. Now everything is changing. I'm probably changing. Oh jesus. I feel like my core has been ripped out and re-filled with plaster, I am a rubber mould. Oliver appears to be going, the fact that all his friends know that he is definatly going, and I thought he might be going is making me paranoid. Was this his plan all along, so what if it was? I'm just a The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1088187224940935562004-06-25T19:11:00.000+01:002004-06-25T19:13:44.940+01:00Who wants to join me in diving into this pool of desire, and drowning?The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1088104246939924192004-06-24T19:45:00.000+01:002004-06-24T20:13:48.153+01:00I have burnt my thumb in an act of violence.
Something of an ________ entry.
This morning I woke freezing in my sleeping bag, a chill whispering on my shoulders. I can't remember how I felt, or the weather, or the colour of my room. I arrived at school, I saw people looking at me, Gillian seemed in good spirits. As soon as I took the stairs to my locker I felt weighted, and I moved very slowlyThe Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1087932385719304142004-06-22T20:22:00.000+01:002004-06-22T20:26:25.720+01:00Did you fall? Or were you too easy to push?The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1087859467437614972004-06-22T00:10:00.000+01:002004-06-22T00:12:49.860+01:00My new favourite film.
www.the-dreamers.comThe Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1087858958956474152004-06-21T23:54:00.000+01:002004-06-22T00:02:38.956+01:00Parallel worlds.
I find myself stood over the guillotine, and where the head should be there is an arm, stretching, it can't reach the apple. The apple is poisoned, but still glistening in the summer sun, and I am waking to the sounds of soldiers marching on air, a noisy silence.
I find myself irritating, obnoxious, witless, monotonous, relentless, passive, impulsive, hypocritical, indecisiveThe Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1087857334420209682004-06-21T23:31:00.000+01:002004-06-21T23:35:34.420+01:00What
WHAT
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What.The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1087761350296798592004-06-20T20:54:00.000+01:002004-06-20T20:55:50.296+01:00When you think you're not real it's so easy to lose control. I could vanish at any moment.
"Did you miss me? I bet you did."The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1087748464690017512004-06-20T16:51:00.000+01:002004-06-20T17:21:04.690+01:00The kitchen was full of the types I'd avoid on the street, around the edges were the drinkers in the low cut tops, half-way up the stairs were the dying miscreants polluted by the teenage dream.
A group of non-socialites (including my fading self) smoked sheesha in the shed, supped on some stolen vodka, then added herbs to the sheesha and waited patiently for the bicycles and balls to start The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1087740436285662122004-06-20T14:39:00.000+01:002004-06-20T15:07:16.286+01:00Things really are sweet today, I think sucking on the candy cane for brekfast did the trick. The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1087665559510757282004-06-19T18:18:00.000+01:002004-06-19T18:19:19.510+01:00www.moderntoss.comThe Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1087387807519773682004-06-16T12:42:00.000+01:002004-06-16T13:10:07.520+01:00When plans don't go to plan.
I'm left empty stomached and empty hearted sitting amongst children and strangers and flesh and bone in the castle gardens, I ache from the rushing up stone stairs, I suck my dry tongue in my dry mouth with anxiety. I run from seat to seat with book in hand, there might as well not be any words in the book because I am blank as it looks. I fear the man with the The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1087325782863990612004-06-15T19:55:00.000+01:002004-06-15T19:56:22.863+01:00Look,
Like snow.The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1087212033238093852004-06-14T12:20:00.000+01:002004-06-14T12:20:33.236+01:00
No no no.The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1087202950813644092004-06-14T09:48:00.000+01:002004-06-14T10:04:51.296+01:00Play by the rules? No. The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1087127717911797802004-06-13T12:53:00.000+01:002004-06-13T12:55:17.910+01:00The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1087074556224286302004-06-12T22:04:00.000+01:002004-06-12T22:09:16.226+01:00I want each tooth to explode.
I imagine the grating of the human ivories. The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1087064949644106252004-06-12T19:28:00.000+01:002004-06-12T19:32:30.903+01:00I don't know where do begin when there clearly is no beginning. Something has dissolved, into a liquid that seeps ever faster through my fingers. I look and feel like a fish, in thick tar. Each day cemented between a very distant routine, I don't sleep when I expect to sleep, and I only dream, the dreams take more energy than any activity. Gillian says nothing exists. I dream about Oliver every The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1086988909826483172004-06-11T22:17:00.000+01:002004-06-11T22:21:49.826+01:00Sometimes you have to listen to the same tune, again and again, until it means nothing or something to you. I love the way the piano remains so regemented, and I feel no obligation to listen because it's so soft on the ears. If you could taste it it would taste so sweet yet leave such a bitter after taste like over-chewed gum.
I hate my town and I hate the people even more. The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1086954444179835302004-06-11T12:46:00.000+01:002004-06-11T12:47:24.180+01:00Bereavement.The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1086858336714999882004-06-10T10:04:00.000+01:002004-06-10T10:05:36.713+01:00My sleep and waking is haunted.The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1086785897214614742004-06-09T13:57:00.000+01:002004-06-09T13:58:17.216+01:00I am the Pixie at the back of your eyes.
It's all about eyes nowadays. The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1086697272802878952004-06-08T13:13:00.000+01:002004-06-08T13:21:12.803+01:00The tears poured and bounced back off the pages of my book last night, I tipped them off into a bottle and thought about collecting them. I should think tears are pretty pure, all salty and thick, irreplaceable. The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1086632145414122782004-06-07T19:13:00.000+01:002004-06-07T21:38:10.190+01:00Like when you put your hand in to the fire and.. and you pulled it out and it was soaking wet... your tears just boiled inside... and I didn't want to see you after that, so I covered my eyes with these perspiring fingers... I wish you had burnt on the outside, not from the inside out.The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1086623037856364012004-06-07T16:37:00.000+01:002004-06-07T16:43:57.856+01:00:(The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1086545528204543752004-06-06T19:08:00.000+01:002004-06-06T19:12:08.206+01:00No spazz-talk. This is it. The exam in the morning is scaring me to hell and back. Not to worry, after that not much matters. The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1086512350282554512004-06-06T09:56:00.000+01:002004-06-06T09:59:10.283+01:00The Risk
When a daughter tries suicide
and the chimney falls down like a drunk
and the dog chews her tail off
and the kitchen blows up its shiny kettle
and the vacuum cleaner swallows its bag
and the toilet washes itself in tears
and the bathroom scales weigh in the ghost
of the grandmother and the windows,
those sky pieces, ride out like boats
and the grass rolls down the driveway
and the The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1086464090771084042004-06-05T20:33:00.000+01:002004-06-05T20:34:50.770+01:00I have a feeling I shouldn't have messed about with the template right now, but I have done, sooo eww. The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1086460911154952112004-06-05T19:40:00.000+01:002004-06-05T19:41:51.153+01:00FUCK those little things. The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1086433512120589682004-06-05T12:04:00.000+01:002004-06-05T12:07:26.666+01:00Well I finally found someone to turn me upside down
And nail my feet up where my head should be
If they had a King of Fools then I could wear that crown
And you can all die laughing because I'll wear it proudly
Well you seem to be shivering dear and the room is awfully warm
In the white and scarlet billows that subside beyond the storm
You have this expression dear no words could take its place
The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1086272051341120882004-06-03T15:11:00.000+01:002004-06-03T15:19:50.243+01:00Last years shame is all gone away, though it still feels sheepishly similar. I'm in a better spirits now, with better faces to prove it. Will I make it to the summer? I can't think why not. I think I've finally got a grip. Tomorrow will tell me if I'm right. The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1086267117548074402004-06-03T13:50:00.000+01:002004-06-03T13:51:57.546+01:00The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1086266156236024222004-06-03T13:26:00.000+01:002004-06-03T13:48:19.010+01:00I hope you're flames don't grow
I want to be buried in snow
Rvsn. The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1086185116213203782004-06-02T15:04:00.000+01:002004-06-02T15:15:49.310+01:00
Splishing and splashing.
The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1086167985768790482004-06-02T10:17:00.000+01:002004-06-02T10:19:45.770+01:00Should I say nothing at all?The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1086167196851035602004-06-02T10:00:00.000+01:002004-06-02T10:06:36.850+01:00Cut off your arm and give it to me with a bunch of flowers.
The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1086088980130529722004-06-01T12:20:00.000+01:002004-06-01T12:23:00.130+01:00Nothing's changed until someone says it's changed.The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1086025928618354672004-05-31T18:51:00.000+01:002004-05-31T18:52:08.616+01:00
One does not rouse for just anyone, you know.The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1086023616641202082004-05-31T18:08:00.000+01:002004-05-31T18:13:36.640+01:00-Leaving behind only the echo of her footsteps as she departed she knew it would be that sound that would spring a tear behind her blue eyes. She turned the key for the last time and steadied her footing with her large black umbrella, guiding her fledgling legs to the street. Peering helplessly back at the old building, gripping her small bag tighter she felt grit from the road rush with The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1085942160418085992004-05-30T19:35:00.000+01:002004-05-30T19:41:38.386+01:00
To let y'all know that I'm not dead, just slightly worried. There really is nothing nothing at all all today, just me in a house (it doesn't matter what house) and with tinny beats I have pig-tails in my hair. Some light reading perhaps? I'm not going to talk any sense anymore and don't try and stop me Misters and Misses. The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1085909393227536332004-05-30T10:26:00.000+01:002004-05-30T10:29:53.226+01:00Breathing can be so tiring. There's a void today between rational thought and any thought at all, so the plans go as follows;
Listen to loud music
Have a bath
Escape, clean and open minded
Doesn't sound too great, especially when everyone is closing the doors on my stereo. I'll close the doors on their stereos, just you wait.The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1085850076011989692004-05-29T18:00:00.000+01:002004-05-29T18:01:16.010+01:00The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1085849755988994122004-05-29T17:54:00.000+01:002004-05-29T17:55:55.986+01:00I think far and wide, about who should be shot first. Even the guy in the corner shop is to blame for all the mindlessness.
I have a fear of prose, that's why this is as far as it goes. The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1085832287502241292004-05-29T13:03:00.000+01:002004-05-29T13:04:47.503+01:00-Saxaphone solo-
Relief! Thankgoodness.
-End solo-The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1085736058813150372004-05-28T10:18:00.000+01:002004-05-28T10:20:58.813+01:00I've made a rather huge mistake. I feel silly, because I tied a knot in my belly and the consequences are undecided.
Today is Leeds, and Leeds is today. We will buy things to replace the old things, then to The Cockpit.
"All of my blind ambition left me with deaf with perfect vision."The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6020344.post-1085651219763461882004-05-27T10:46:00.000+01:002004-05-27T10:46:59.763+01:00A breath too deep and I've sucked the entire room into my lungs. The Worst Kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06670662932966507721noreply@blogger.com