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(no subject) [Jul. 25th, 2010|12:38 am]
Captain Bastard
easily obsessed he has commitment issues,
are you supposed to commit?
Numerous minds, fields of and sure heat was right, right
commitment issues.

facebook will destroy us all, ignore it
beautiful girls fall from the sky if you're half gone
well, we'll see.

(you have to keep me working to keep me hooked, flattery will get you nowhere)
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waiting for a girl [Jul. 9th, 2010|12:52 am]
Captain Bastard
who knows who i'm supposed to sleep with any more?

as long as i find some friends, as long as i find some friends x
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robs dead [Jun. 13th, 2010|02:56 am]
Captain Bastard
fuck
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(no subject) [May. 12th, 2010|05:33 pm]
Captain Bastard
the house is tired, apparently none of us remembered how long the md comedown was, that or there's a gas leak effecting our brains

should write today, should live or do or be on my days off, should

people keep doing things so i don't have my evenings

my hands are dry, repeated dehydration?

sea or road?

post.
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(no subject) [Apr. 22nd, 2010|08:30 pm]
Captain Bastard
i like being drunk because them i don't notice how sleepy and generally run down i feel lately.

boy just needs to sort his head out

writing is hard and my laptop was stolen and i lost some stuff i guess but

...i've forgotten how to feel again maybe.

a bit shit no?

remember love, that's pretty sweet that is, remember drugs, remember sweat and dance and not just beer and weed and it's summer goddamn where is this thick no think aborting from?

writing something about poetry via failed caesarian section which i'm pretty sure should be much better than it is so far, and i'm fat from beer and i need to get laid.

on the other hand fuck it
and stare hard enough it all moves a bit
and the human mind is capable of so much
so see you on the other side]

love love x
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do i want to grow up? [Mar. 21st, 2010|11:40 pm]
Captain Bastard
stress, responsibility

i can't deal.

just a soft welcoming bosom. and then bored and then chuck it in in case something better exists.

better better

found my beard trimmers
lost my bank cards and driving licence
made a new friend according to facebook
messaged rebecca at half 6 in the morning to confirm i'm probably clinically psychotic.
why would a couple of sunny days last week convince me that cider from 2 litre bottles is acceptable.

crumbs on the floor, crumbs on the bed, crumbs of my brain.


drink more tea, pause brain to halt lonely.

i can't get no,

satisfaction x
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Midnight and Sober [Mar. 18th, 2010|01:44 pm]
Captain Bastard
Midnight and Far too Sober

filling pages should not count as
   writing son. Get a groove
on and prolong the fuck
      you idiot, fuck
what have we become? and fall
  into bed and tangle together
  through the night.
     I mean how about it
                                darling
                                     please

          I am so lonely.

(a picture of a yak) Yak yak.
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(no subject) [Mar. 10th, 2010|11:05 pm]
Captain Bastard
could use something other than downers, sleepy creative
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(no subject) [Feb. 5th, 2010|02:35 am]
Captain Bastard
people are so beautiful in the movies and in love. i want to be movie. maybe i need to get a car. maybe i'm too old already. don't mention the confusing amounts of ketamine. a moment can commit you something horrible.

This Is It x
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(no subject) [Jan. 21st, 2010|01:14 am]
Captain Bastard
some people fall in love in quick succession
or again and again
fuck them
please

sad shallow shell of anemone takes millennia to dissolve in mild alco-lie salt

damn fool bitch xx x
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a night in the head of [Jan. 20th, 2010|12:14 am]
Captain Bastard
[Current Location |United Kingdom, Manchester, Burton Ave, 1]
[tunes |similar to Yo La Tengo]

considered posting my notes from all evening

decided not to

i am too too lame today

needs so horribly to be loved, makes you feel sick or empty like the whole city lost its meaning years ago, or never really has one but only in the stories afterwards gets created. and resuscitated or reincarnated in never ending, fuck me that won't fill me, old irritation at the back of my neck again creative need and no stimulation damn damn damn and the empty idea that a fuck would make a fucking difference.

peace before i bore you

and tears in his eyes and cum drop squeezed from the end of his penis (just to show boys can write it if i wanted to)

ladies on a postcard to the usual address

love hate x
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rolling on [Jan. 19th, 2010|12:59 am]
Captain Bastard
Fell out of love (or lifted my head out at least, through distance and short attention span), fell into infatuation

with the barely present idea of a pretty girl i know once removed

never mind, sign of the times, moving on.

Always having a file open helps me write little things



train untrained or derailed number 11

She sits there
in soul-dead light of laptop stare
and a hard drive littered with unfinished atrocities
the abortion glow of winter upon her
a pallor, if you will,
and wastes away
like soap in dish
incrementally,

day by day, (or wash by wash,)
until no-one wants to use her
and she is left to harden
and dry out
cracked upon her shelf.



i didn't say good things, just things though, uhuh.

pizaa, garlic bread, beer, about to roll a doobie (nothing wring with calling it a doobie), fact.

some time later he returns, nevermind x
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writing [Jan. 7th, 2010|02:31 pm]
Captain Bastard
I decided a while a go (months maybe even) that i wanted to be a writer or some shit. Still i am a lazy son of a bitch and decidedly unfocused. I have no idea if any MA's will take me, let alone one that'll actually set me up with anything like a career, and I don't know how I can afford it either. Frankly the world is fucked and i swear it's still because I had to decide at primary school if I wanted to be anything good.

Fuck all y'alls, basically

peace.
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