damn i was angry

How could i have gotten it so wrong?
Glad i see it now but why did it take so long?
to think i saw love in you when acting
like it's a privilege talking to the chosen few
well good sir, fuck you
farewell my lady, fuck you too
if thats the way you treat a dude
i don't want nothin' to do with you
because where before i thought
in this game you decided to hide
turns out there really isn't much inside
just argh just no just leave me alone
please just go. don't talk to me anymore
if you see me walking by don't
don't you even reach for more and don't
think what im asking is what i was asking for
so if you look for me babe too late im out the door
and if it's what you want to know is if you get more
i think not dude it's all dead to the floor.

artists are so cool

I'm so not mainstream

not a part of any team
lets listen to patrick wolf as
Led Zeppelin are so passe
I'd pick wes anderson over scorsese any day
such tastes above such stature
nnrapture polaroid picture a christmas sweater
naked legs beneath riding an inclusive
(elusive? obtrusive?__) lecture
such style lends to others that waste
so originally cheesy
duran duran on my sony walkman- that's a tape player by the way? yeah?
home artists filled: crackpots diversity
without having to be-fortunately-diverse
fun. dance. love. the mantra that i speak
though i do not preach in reason, reasonable
seeing as i know nothing at all. an artist
a clay-maker. poet, writer and drug smuggler
my flat is like no other )(sd arliar)( but it's true)
university a wonder my day job is great
because it's... non-existent. nnnn tristan
and isolade or iso-sol wahtever it is
it inspires me to rock and roll like the skull on my back
the rose on my shoulder the dragon that crawls
up my leg. nnnn soooo unique
nnnnndo i have to leach off messages of peace?
annnnn if my life is just a squeak in a fabric
torn apart by fascists who know no art
let my veins bleed once more to gesture how
i will take no more, I'll twitter these views
until i die making up plays about robot slaves
foribelievethatiswhatweare (besides it sounds cool)
a-(and that's what I'm about really)-n life makes mean-(being cool)-ing full
steps.
in.
the.
wrong.
direction.
for you let this be an education, i lay in misdirection
a permanent tennant to the house of creative masturbation.

Shoreditch legion.

Over inflated moustaches, cool-bowl haircuts dressed as trendy sluts harshest mascaras whitest brightest ray-bans and you are all welcome! You can all join the debauchery. The lower the better and if you're not working class just pretend, everyone else does so you'll fit in just fine in the end my friend though don't expect to ever hit any deeper than what you see and don't think you'll receive my sympathy if all music you hear turns out to be a BRMC mockery. Its the same old story just told with brand new trends, ever since the eighties we've been watching our friends riding the waves trying to swing like the sixties again if only recreation could create stimulation (if only some of these artists had their thinking caps on) and if we stand out? If we rock and roll all they'll do is steal our soul wear our clothes take us so we're left cold fucking bastards if I could kill them all I could. I mean would. Or.... Should?

But to massacre the audience would be wrong. So, I guess, no. Although the next time you find yourself east of the city and you see the shoreditch legion whose vintage dresses are so in season, whose scruffy beards are grown to perfection just remember man just know ten years ago they'd all be posing differently whereas you and me would be pioneering originality no mater what the century... Baby. x

AA

She, socialized

with the likes of house party

drug infested-only

prettiest selected- brick lane nights

and hungover mornings bathed

in sterile neon lights, Lamé,

primary hoodie coloured brights

numb like

anesthetic skin stabbed

by a surgical knife

may not feel but

still bleeding just right.

So,

as certain the stripes are red

and the stars are white

she was truly destined

to lead the american apparel life

where you always pretend

to feel alright

though never quite content

come the cold, cold night.