If you’re in brum come see me on June the 6th at the urban coffee shop on church street at the poetry jam performing some spoken word that I went and wrote. The night starts at 7pm and will feature a load of good poetry spoken word artists and be a great night

i leave my blinds open in my room all the time. it means when i get up the morning light comes through forcing me to get out of bed so i’m not late for things. also it means i can have a cheeky fag out the window without having to faff about with the blinds. But i am so used to it i just got changed right in front of it, taking off my old boxers for a clean pair. I look down to the street and see the old lady from up the road staring. 

i need to close my blinds more. i feel violated.

anyone who claims to write, Alt-lit can suck on my metaphorical hairy clit. A bullshit genre made by fucks with the talents of a dyslexic hammer who, through the popular view of the days, makes writing a piece of prose or writing extremely simple. Even said brain dead, dyslexic, vegetable hammer could do it. For example, with this Alt-Lit trend you just get a brief outline of a simple action and plot and add random lines of subtext in. You think - now hold on there old bean, that seems to work, if one says so oneself. Wrong. Alt-lit has taken some odd direction of throwing any substance that could have been there, not a lot, and instead reduced it to less existence then a vacuum.. Here is my example; a short stanza -

4 am in my room

lights up a cigerrette

hand trembles

forgotten memories from days past

exhales the smoke

dinnertime at auntie nellies

a memory? a lesson?

I DID NOT KNOW BUT THE WHOLE TIME I WROTE THAT I WANTED TO PUT SHARDS OF FUCKING GLASS DOWN MY OWN JAPSEYE.

common people, write something with fucking substance that you can’t write off as “genius” when you spent ten minutes doing what every other fuck has done. Write a novel, I’m sure plenty of people are into that awkward teen phase bullshit that sells so well these days. Or maybe create something magic.

either way alt-lit can such my even hairier metaphorical clitoris.

not sure why people post pictures of their self harm online.

i get the message in it. it is bad, people who do it are sad yeah yeah yeah. but the fact is the more people put these pictures online, people who are going through rough shit right now will see that and think - yeah a coping method that is good.

and before you give me the whole, if person x told you to jump off a cliff, would you?

no. i wouldn’t, but i don’t really think the metaphor applies here.

stop romanticizing this bullshit. self harm isn’t a way of sorting things out.

it’s an easy quick go to of dealing with things. if you’re being driven to that talk to people.

words can heal better then a blade ever will.