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Apr 18, 2014 / 9 notes

I was looking for a rhyme for the New York Times
when I sensed I was not alone
She said “do you know how to spell audaciously?”
I could tell I was in love
And so I forced a smile contrary to my style
and she looked into my eyes
She said “do you want to go heaven
or would you rather not be saved?”

Here comes my train
I’m on my way
Will you not see
I don’t need your sympathy
I won’t read your poetry 
Oh, Sweetness please

So she took me back to her basement flat
which was down on Charlotte Street
Though it was never my intention
No, we were not intense not least because
"Well, if you must just take then I’m a piece of cake"
That is what she said to me
And so I gave myself to her charity
Well, at least that’s how it seemed

Here comes my train
I’m on my way
Will you not see
I don’t need your sympathy
I won’t read your poetry 
Oh, bittersweets

I was looking for a rhyme for the New York Times when I was distracted
Yes, those were precious times together that we wasted
Now I’m working hard for my union card
I must be leaving Charlotte Street
Though it was never my intention to stay so long
So long

"Lloyd is a tremendously nice person, much more fascinating than anything he’s ever put on vinyl, which I’m sure will end the relationship straight away, but I think he’s a lovely person. We see quite a lot of each other." - Morrissey

Still Ill by mikeegan / instagram.com/mike77egan
Apr 18, 2014 / 11 notes
nevver:

Note to self
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Apr 17, 2014 / 9 notes

THE SMITHS or HATFUL OF HOLLOW?

"Little lambOn a hillRun fast if you canGood ChristiansThey wanna KILL youAnd your life has not even begun!You’re just LIKE meYou’re just LIKE meOh your life has not even begun!You’re just LIKE meYou’re just LIKE meAnd your life has not even begun!”
Apr 16, 2014 / 325 notes

"Little lamb
On a hill
Run fast if you can
Good Christians
They wanna KILL you
And your life has not even begun!
You’re just LIKE me
You’re just LIKE me
Oh your life has not even begun!
You’re just LIKE me
You’re just LIKE me
And your life has not even begun!”

Apr 16, 2014 / 17 notes

The Morrissey, the less I believe.

(via billybeckmann)

Apr 16, 2014 / 7 notes
morrisseytattoos:

Joe Coleman, Syd Barrett, Morrissey & Bob Dylan tattoo by @micheleagostinitattoo #tribaltattoo Roma on Asia Argento
Apr 15, 2014 / 18 notes

morrisseytattoos:

Joe Coleman, Syd Barrett, Morrissey & Bob Dylan tattoo by @micheleagostinitattoo #tribaltattoo Roma on Asia Argento

Apr 14, 2014 / 279 notes

Let’s give up, retreat.
there is no point in fixing this. 
let’s give up, retreat. 
There is no hope in fixing this.

We should really not be doing this. 
Shaking hands and ripped fabric, 
let’s make this as dirty as we can get. 
I know you heard I’m not ok,
that things just slip away from me. 
And I have heard 
you are still drop dead gorgeous. 
Your smile is fatal. 
Your eyes a heart attack.

We’ll kiss until it shows
Just tell me that we will make it through. 
This is what happens when two disposable souls fall in love. 
Can’t you see that it’s killing us?

This is goodbye. 
This is I miss you.
This is no way out. 
This is starting over. 
This is claiming your own ending…

let someone else sing these songs, 
let someone else hold your hand. 
let someone else make you smile, 
buy you flowers, and calm your dreams. 
I just don’t deserve you anymore. 
We all have a price to pay, 
I guess mine was losing you. 
At this point it makes no difference. 
And you can’t say you weren’t warned, 
So cover your heart. Cover your heart

Neal Cassady driving the Merry Pranksters Bus, 1964
Apr 12, 2014 / 577 notes

Neal Cassady driving the Merry Pranksters Bus, 1964

Apr 11, 2014 / 121 notes
Apr 7, 2014 / 37 notes

Leee Black Childers ( July 24, 1945 - April 6, 2014)

Apr 3, 2014 / 10 notes
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Apr 2, 2014 / 14 notes