Straw dogs
Straw dogs Bret challenges, cigarette in hand. I’m fascinated by the light, flashing on metallic grey nails, scarabs chasing across my toes. There are three diamonds in my left ear, and this makes me happy. The soft fuzz of the television screen, a tragic denouement in the Alps. These things, these things are real to me.
Disturbing the dust on a bowl of rose leaves
The way I feel today - 10 July 2004
Just seventeen - 17 March 2004
Roads to freedom - 25 February 2004
Confessions of a failed self-harmer - 25 February 2004
Manchester, united - 25 February 2004