My mum just got a Tumblr. What is this I don’t even
Smoke a blunt and inhale like it’s my last breath, I don’t sleep because sleep is the cousin of death, Been up three days straight like I’m toking on meth, who said that my life is a motherfuckin’ mess.
Dirty rain water dripped down from the gutter like blood from a dead whore. It splashed down onto the windowsill slowly, ceaselessly. Through the window the neon hotel sign on the opposite building was glowing, casting its electrical hot pink glow over the scene. The O sputtered and sparked but it was long dead and wasn’t kidding anyone. Least of all me. I leaned back in my chair, sinking into...
The street is cold and the man feels it in his soul. Clouds of frosting breath explode from his mouth like exhaled smoke, rising higher and higher in delicate swirls and then disappearing into oblivion. The man is cold too, colder than the mere air could ever make him. He is numb. Numb and sterile like the strange new colours of the world around him. Colour has bled from the world, seeping away...
The internet. A whole world of information at your fingertips. Yet sometimes, I don’t have a clue what to do with it.