Originally published at Nauseated Drive here.
Life As We Know It (Now)
Fortnightly overdoses and falling asleep in the bath Ridiculous wine descriptions and tattooed knuckles Antiseptic and anticipation Disappearing acts and … More
I am always really surprised when I realise that I’m alive [that I’m alive to begin with / that I’m … More
The moon drags my mood in tides I am a voyeur of my own demise Watch me watching me through eyes … More
Friends in Low Places
A stranger came up to me one night on the South Bank to tell me that she always sleeps with … More
I’ve been writing a lot, but nothing really worth publishing on its own. Mainly angry revelations and paranoid ramblings about myself/my … More
Sometimes, like when I can’t remember how stairs work or I don’t recognise my own name when it’s called out … More
Sometimes I think to myself, “This is unbearable.” I usually have this thought when I am smoking out of my … More
[Free-written at the Tate Modern, London, 2015] ONE Art is about shaking things up, subverting everything that is safe and … More
Standing behind her, he unpinned her hair and swept it to one side, taking his time, kissing her shoulders while … More
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