excerpt from "This Is Mutiny"...

(this is basically just a taster from a book ive been working on...
its kinda just a collection of my writing. enjoy, fuckers)

"oh baby, you dont know how you glow in the dark"
sipped on intimacy from all the young couples putting on a fuck-show
100 kids and i am truly alone
665 thoughts and i am one drink shy of being the devil's best friend
me to the bottle: "i have a diamond hard liver"
wake up and caffienate myself out of it
but i guess i never was really in it much to begin with
just too damn busy having a head rush
swapping saliva at a chance at love
"you are a drug and i want you in my veins"

(i only write like this ever)

the internet is my haven
i am THE most boring and awkward person in real life
im even more awkward than the fact the word "awkward" has two double- u's in it
pretty sure i could even override your insomnia and put you to sleep
(only forever this time)
that is, in the unlikely event we will ever see each other face to face like i dream of
was i made this way?
my parent went out and bought titanium molds i can never break out of
i transcend all social barriers
normal may well be overrated, but i pine for a day of feeling average
rather just feeling down and used
im a puppet on the strings for the gods
their hyena-esque laughter kills me like THEY do
i live for the weekends but not as my friends do
they get high and smashed
i just study and lurk and just exist and i fucking hate it more than you would
(exams over soon, then summer, and although i will always be a winter kind of girl its nice to have time off school to do stuff and fucking
feel alive!)
but i got PLANS for the holidays...

"moet & chandon, darling, will only just do..."

the mrs who hits with her misses

smash a bottle of your best against the worst built hull in the harbour

and the best boy choir is setting you off with their chart breaking, heart breaking hit, "doomeddoomeddoomed"

because everone knows that you really are fucked

and then some

titanic sailing on a ocean of crocodile tears

your icy end is imminent, sweetheart,
you only doggy paddle because secretly you fear death

otherwise you would just give up to make THEM happy

(and i am with them on this one)