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Brimstone,: ensemble so far.
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Saturday, 9 February 2013. From the humble beginnings of a Pelicans wings. Through jungles human beings have never seen. Moving past trees and brushing on leaves. It picks up speed across rivers into seas. Creates hurricanes that destroy distant cities. Crashing and breaking into a million pieces. Legs turn into tornadoes. The voice seeks peace. On these deserted city streets. It's dying scream of the winds base. Pushes the hair away from her face. She's still got her knees up and arms pumped. Where you ...
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Brimstone,: December 2009
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Monday, 14 December 2009. I drew a quick breath. As the rain hit my neck,. To shield short pain my collar was lifted. Fact is my skin's always been a little sensitive. And I thought: like feist- i feel it all. But like dizzee- i stand up tall. As if everything i see is apart of me. And I'm embodied in everybody. But then everyone moves in different ways. So much so i get to the point where. I can't find myself some days. So yeah, i've been needing some help lately. Not depressed just stressed. So how can...
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Brimstone,: A history of silence.
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Friday, 19 April 2013. A history of silence. Every day that summer I cried. Hoping by the time dad came. The tears would've dried. But there's always be stains. Faint lines for him to see. How his little boy had broken that day. Sensitive, and in love with violence. Consumer of as many batman comics. Power Rangers and Rita. Biker mice from mars. And the teenage mutant. Each one sung the same song. And through the throwing of a punch. I saw the difference between right and wrong. A history of silence.
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Brimstone,: Love don't live here anymore.
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Thursday, 1 November 2012. Love don't live here anymore. Foot prints on a cloud. It's the small things i see. I hold my breath. I bite my tongue. How many stand ups. Have really stood up? I can't gig anymore. It puts my back up. Looking at picture of deadpool. And when it rings I can't pick up. I'll have your back. If you take my hand. But if not I don't mind. I mean I do mind. I just know it doesn't sound nice,. To put insurance on a relationship. But the last time I followed my heart. Ring ring, me.
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Brimstone,: Reunited. Double lp, world excited.
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Wednesday, 6 February 2013. Reunited. Double lp, world excited. Two years. Hand on the rail. Each step equates to a month I lose. And by the time I'm at the door. I'm back to when I spelt "her" as "you". There's a blur through the window. Walking towards the door,. The silence between it being opened. Is longer than the two years spent apart. The latch turns along with my stomach. My eyes take in every possible exit,. The door opens and all I am is. And I look at her. More comfortable and less delicate.
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Brimstone,: August 2010
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Sunday, 29 August 2010. It's frustrating when women find only the aesthetics pleasing. Only the shallow women like the pretty men. And shallow women are only skin deep. Meaning they keep their skin pristine so i get drawn to them. Though I'm not like them, they like other men, an indie scene. Devoid of individuals tattooing the same symbols and partake. In repetitive rituals. This leaves the originals to be overlooked. Which is natural i suppose, we live in a culture that's acceptable. And as soon as my ...
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Brimstone,: June 2009
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Wednesday, 24 June 2009. Every morning, before my tea, I shed a few tears. Daybreak: cold and bright as the bathroom light. Staring into the sink, searching in vain for lost years. Daybreak: blinding harsh coldness pours from the sky. The window view confirms I'll have to face these fears. A desolate london street, - - - - - - - - - - - -. Shower burns, razor cuts, must. Think. Clear. Step into the outside, turn up young, let him play. The world is grainy, falling lines seeing all in cctv. My lost one,.
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Brimstone,: July 2010
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Thursday, 29 July 2010. Because there are now stars in london, look to the sky and tell me if you see one, it's never where you come from. There are no stars in london, look to a night sky and tell me if you see one. There are no stars in london, look at me and tell me if i can be one. The young man is in constant evolution. So this guy comes up to me ans is all like, oi you st. I'm, losing sight of what i thought i was. Too many lines have been written in the hope it will fill the hole. It just makes th...
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Brimstone,: May 2009
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Sunday, 31 May 2009. Write the story but don't be held for the consequences. Jump the fences hide inbetween the sentences. Im whinning about nothing i have no tragedy no harmony. No bitter sweet story and should be thankfull because. If something big ever hits i'll regret writing this. But i guess i just want something to happen. Something for me to be alive for. Helpless, hopeless speaking in favour of progress. Less i digress into representing distress. How uncharacteristic of me moaning about a life.
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