Im Cut, Bruised and Playing To Lose.

Constructed from a scrapbook of forgotten ideas;


As Dark as The Dawn, Yet As Light As The Day

Swamped by the Flood of Praise and Blame
Carried Away By the Stream
Behaving like a Crowd,
Forceful Words Spoken Proud

No Recollection of Your Fate
Abandoned In This Twilight State
How Can Such A Man Remained Unmoved
It shall Take The Rapture Proved




B.Ross
Picture Copywrite - Callum Stannard

I'm Just Another One Of Your Wasted Days

Empty, Forgetful and Unfulfilled


I am Dethroned

I managed to convince my friend and fellow blogger to let me use his photography (See above)
I don't know how, as none of these words will be half as good as the photographs are.

I haven't posted in ages, and I feel bad because of it, rest assured I have a few ideas in the pipeline for this place, brighten it up, sort out my labels, actually put something interesting up etccc.

I haven't been interesting and creative in a long time, which is a shame because I think self expression at this juncture is possibly the only thing that could save me.


I am sorry there's been no Joe Ben Jovi by the way. There should be at some point in the near future, If I get off my arse, stop being such a prude and manage to find five minutes in which Joe isn't screaming his heart out on stage to actually go out and eat someplace.






Weary inside, now our heart's lost forever

Can't replace the fear, or the thrill of the chase

Each ritual showed up the door for our wanderings

Open then shut, then slammed in our face
Joy Division - Decades