City lights and dreams of a blue painted terraced house.

Aimless walking.

The feeling you get when you a leave a place.

The feeling you get when you're somewhere you want to be.

Cuts burns and scrapes.

Doing it for the wrong reasons, always.

Waiting for the day when it doesn't mean as much.

YES PLEASE

Kuji over in Sheffield has started up their own label 'Teebag' to provide a platform for Sheffield artists, creating unique pieces of clothing and jewellery from local artists designs as well as giving artists the chance to curate their window displays.

Those guys are simply one in a million.

For starters their showcasing work by artists Luiza Holub, James Prescott and...me!

They have been nothing short of AMAZING, so have a look at their new blog.

Get involved and show them some love!

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Heads on tables and knees in chests.

More there then here.

More you then me.

Manchester and other stories

Sometimes it feels like the rain never stops.

I turn away and I hear it before I turn back to look.

It’s really coming down now.

Sitting quietly in corners waiting for something big to take hold, taking late night buses to the rhythm of a whirring heart, following over ground routes, from grey to black to grey again.

Watching people flow in and out of the station. Waiting.

Count all the steps. Listen on repeat.

This is the old routine.

‘This is a blast from the past’.

A door that leads to nowhere and a window that is never closed.

This is Manchester.

' Naoko asked me one time- just once- if i had a girl i liked. I told her about the one in i had left behind in Kobe. "She was nice", i said, "I enjoyed sleeping with her, and i miss her every now and then, but finally, she didn't move me. I dont know, sometimes i think i've got this hard kernal in my heart, and nothing much can get inside it. I doubt if i can really love anybody." '

-Norwegian Wood

It's push and it's pull.

I'm pulling and falling into nothing.

Hands gripped.

Surrounded by broken stones and listening on repeat.

It's hard to hear you.

Hearing you and hearing me, I can't be part of the same thing.

You're pushing and you're walking away.

J.Ball shows us what she's got

He's good you know (listen here!)

The look of DEATH

This is one of yours.

Everything and nothing happening all at the same time

Awake thinking. Not knowing.Knowing.

Time to tell.

Time to go forwards eternally.

This was when leaving was easy.

It's only i.

Sometimes okay, sometimes not.

That isn't the right time. This isn't right.

Remember how it felt before, remember how it felt.

Empty days and restless nights.

I am ready to leave. I am ready to be scared.

Naked legs and naked arms, its nearly time.

Standing too close.

Say when.

I'm reading backwards.

Passing straight up trunks and locked entrances. This is the first time we've been this close for months.

This is the first time.

Grey skies turn to blue.

Not long left now- i'm counting.

Bound by their eyes they fall.

They're not falling in love.

This time i have no idea.

It'll be sad when this is all over. You scared?

Up hill muddy walks, climbing tree branches and grazing knees.
Stitching back together broken stories, one at a time, limb by limb.
Swinging legs over the sides of sofas, candy watches telling static time.

Thinking too much again

Summer,2003.

Cafe roofs/living room floors/ grassy knolls
We were just market hall kids.

don't worry. things will be ok. x

So i may have lied when i said it wasn't for anything

Remembering exactly.

p.s.Can we pretend i took this please? okay, yeah. Thanks.

Summer '09

I'm watching you watching them watching us.
Passing through empty stations.....this is me leaving.
I told you i would.


Some days things don't fit.
Up turned tables and lofty open spaces, aimlessly running fingers through hair, watching shadows for answers.

Blocks of colour.

You're not listening now.

Time to leave. Time to start.

Wedged between two pieces of wood the serpent eats its own tail.

I miss Texas

Music made for Sundays

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WDyfn_gB_s8

Walking round in circles and straight lines,
Life getting clearer and more complicated all at the same time.
Looking out and looking in i like to forget,
recording over the same memory until it is disguised as another.
The sickness will fade.
It never meant as much as it seems to now,
my heart is tricking my brain and my brain is tricking my heart.

You are falling.

Fuck off world.

Choking on hot water i come up for air.
This isn't my world anymore; this isn't you, this isn't me, this isn't 'us'.
Wilderness for miles.

Remember how it started and remember how it ends.

Waking in between dreams you were there, and you.

'Everything is going to go dark for a while......'

'...don't be scared'.

I wait.
Muted colours and grey skies.
I am running. I am running away.

Today the sun came out and it felt like summer,
Everything is better in summer.

This is the year to end all overs.
I.D.S.T.

Beach House
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=90ipyWYO3LM

ALWAYS AND FOREVER

Born under a ....

Sailor Jerrys+you= V O M I T

I don't want it to be this way,
but i dont want it any other.

Alone. Together. Alone. Together.

Packed boxes stacked behind closed doors,
Cleared shelves and empty thoughts.

I am living two separate lives,
mine and theirs, yours and mine.

Life was easier when it was just me,
Life was selfish.

You were easier without me.

This is the last time i saw you.

You always say bye in the same way.
The same words, the same order.
As i walk away i remember your damp skin,damp hair,damp breath.

Tell me everything,
I would like to be stronger.

This was the day we met.
Nothing has changed/nothing is changing

Soon, ill be gone and with me goes everything of you,
Wrapped up in brown paper......I am happy with my secret.

Meet me when the world ends.Remember me until then.

SON OBSERVE THE TIME AND FLY FROM EVIL