Le Inflict.

we'll be cleaning up, as long as we're moving this fast..

this doesn't have to adhere to any set of standards we do not deem worth abiding. structure, solace, safety, a fourth "s" word that's creative, original and wields a good measure of emotional connectivity. not necessarily (still have to spellcheck that word) you. but people.

if it only took one low-down dirty moment in time to teach a boy how walk like a man; this is the revival of an anonymity long-since expired. who knew you could make a lot less noise if you just kept your fly zipped-up?

now don't start getting all "omfg" up in this bitch. and don't act like you hold the solution (personal reference) - the recipe for a more impermeable resolve. it's inconceivable. the math, the odds, the elements. our boy was combustible at the best of times.

whoops.



leaving tomorrow,

cartlar.

Six More Days.

'til I leave for proper!

Ahhhhh... I usually avoid any type of confrontation
Conversation, in moderation
Lips sealed, but my fingers are flying
As the hours pass they grow more impatient
My phone is mad lettered, especially when I'm sauced up
And I admit that I'm ashamed
But there's Melissa, Tabitha, and Emily
What a toss-up!
But thats the best part of the game.

And I'm really a novice aspirin' alcoholic
Drownin the days pain in house barley and grain
Thinkin' of ways to convince one to join me
in the company
of low life sort, doin' the same.

(So) I start textin'
(Ah) I keep textin'
(Hey) I can't stop,
it's my obsession
(Yep) It's like fishin
and my words are like lures -
if they bite the bait (cool)
if not, call it a night.

We can't.
More like we shouldn't
I know.
And I try
To be a good boy, but its hard.

I start textin'
I keep textin'
I can't stop,
it's my obsession.

Now ask yourself this: Is love a tender thing?
Too rough? Too rude? Too boisterous?
Well, I'll tell you what, man -
I had her once, and
It was fun but not enough.
It's torture, and not mercy.

Heaven is where my phone lives
In my pocket, so cozy; oh what a joy replies give.
It seems Melissa's babysittin
And Theresa's workin late,
But Emily's on her way to East Eleventh on a train
And thats when I remember Pattie from West Philly,
She says I'm in your area, 3 minutes away.

So I stop textin'
No more textin'
hey! yeah right,
it's my obsession.

We can't.
More like we shouldn't
I know.
And I try
To be a good boy, but its hard.

I know you think I'm wreckless, and move so fast (slow down).
I think I love so I told her by the Inter-sex-message (uh-huh).
She wrote back, "Me Too..", I was just sittin' here thinkin' bout you.
I know I want her but I can't and I shouldn't.
Tried to put my phone down, damn! But I couldn't.
Stayed on the phone with her all night long.
Text Message when I'm gone.

We can't.
More like we shouldn't
I know.
And I try
To be a good boy, but its hard.

Rumours.

girl, you've got the strangest way of saying 'no' - basically, you don't.

I was supposed to wake up in Chiang Mai..

you can't beat the weather in England today. it's hot, got a nice book, got some sun; but i gots no moneys for a cold one because it's all tied up in travel cards that i should be using right now somewhere overseas. somewhere overseas, with a chance of tigers, water fights, and plenty of people who know nothing of me or what i'm about. carter cuts inside on this early corner.. or does he?

i was, today, supposed to wake up in Chiang Mai, having taken a lengthy overnight bus from having spent the day in Bangkok. i woke up on a couch in my friend's bedroom in Melbourn. we didn't have a very good night, but the day served as a welcome remedy to calm me down from the previous day's bringings. cheers for that, tom.

i know and hope i'll look back on these past two days as something to throw smiles at - i've been depressed, angry, bitter. but i've also had time to spend with family and friends. i spent time that i could quite easily have wasted. small plus. plus-plus, i have 3 extra day's worth of wages coming my way, as the bakery will have me in up until i fly away *touch wood*. my now rearranged flight departs at 10pm on wednesday. only 6 days late. i have four days and one night to dispute the fact that i am a massively unorganised person. i haven't had to unpack because, four hours prior to the initial flight, i hadn't packed. please let time and good energy benefit me for once. i took it well.

we're making the best of an unpleasant situation. 'we' being myself and OD - my travel troop. he took the news much better than i ever could have hoped to take it. we're having a bbq tonight in the pleasant burnout of a warm english afternoon. suspiciously warm..

i don't want to be here anymore.



Spoken mind,
words wasting time,
Should've known
it takes a fall
to find
that Satellites
radiate
a need to levitate
and float away.

Satellites in line tonight,
they see it all,
we're taking off
and Caroline
sent Racing Time
she'll make the call
and we'll take it all.

And you light up The Stage!
We're taking off!
We'll take it all!
As we fire into space!
Far Far Away!

Stand up for the Spirit of the Game,
don't die with excuses in your veins.
and just in time, we're dodging spies
they're comin' in,
but we're taking off!

And You light up The Stage.
we're taking off.
we'll take it all.
As we fire into space.
Far Far Away.

I watch
We watch
Eye watch
We watch
A million moons away,
Stars were put in place,
and we are those stars.
Those Stars.
those stars?
Those Stars.

And You light up The Stage!
we're taking off!
we'll take it all!
As we fire into space!
Far Far Away!

We're shooting up on the way down
We're walking in on the way out
The Universe is our playground
And you're the ones we see now.
We're taking off, we'll take it all.



trying to make the best of who i am rather than where,

benj.

These Arms Of Mine

one of my most favourite songs. forms part of the soundtrack to one of my most favourite movies. brings back favourably vivid memories of the only time i've ever managed to bring even the most subtle form of romantacism to the table. is also a bon jovi lyric, which has to be a favourite in anyone's eyes.



i started this blog because, in two days, i'm off around the right side of the world. i hope i can cover the left side when i'm bigger and better, but you never know. i've got a scrapbook journal in my backpack, but sometimes it's cool to show people stuff..


not your willy.