Going out is the scariest thing I do these days

Goin to the nirvana exhibit today I've been trying to go for a while but I'm a bit worried but I've got to do things I want to do just because they remind me of things that hurt doesn't mean I shouldn't do them anyway really looking forward to it :)) love love love nirvana and I'm writing a piece on them for an xfm comp to win one of kurts guitars :) I won't win but it's fun to do :)))

I'm worst at what I do best and for this gift I feel blessed our little group has always been and always will until the end

Last and First

This will be my last post in this form. basically I have used this blog for means it was not intended and now im going to delete all of my old posts and change it to what is was origionally for. I have used this blog to vent my feelings on certain maters of my life which i doubt anyone will find interesting so im taking it all down. I feel that its time to move on from that part of my life and start fresh.

music fashion and art have always been the most important things to me they work hand in hand. so from now on this blog will be used to exhibitit my musical work as well as mine and my friends art ill also be posting photos in a sort of lookbook way just of people who look good and of outfits i like of mine and people i know. hopfully we will have a post religion music and art label and some post religion nights, also ive been in talks of a post religion exhibition with a few established artists already showing interest and some live acts willing to play.

So keep your eyes out for the name †Post Religion†

Death in the family (in loving memory)

There was a death in the family when she came to town
There was a death in the family when she came around
From walking feet bloody through old cobbled streets
To drunken liasons with the devils and creeps

These star crossd demons that live inside her
 to cross her head with tenuios scars
to play games with herslf
to say shes a fool
she plays with herself
her demons en all.

sordid fantasy of ricocheted hearts left me alone in the hours of dark
with dirty love and fantasys past im dry of blood and forgotten my heart
but hours of dark they all yearn to pass and the morning arises for this frail heart
but this little girl her mourning is done hedonistic liasons with devils and drums.

The dark place In my head I recoil as love jumps at blood and it boils up
the words in my head will never be enough to stop me from folding and calling your bluff
so tell me sweet princess whats in your head?
I know when I come home
the familys dead

and I live this reality day after day
with bones and blood and complete disaray
The children are crying the noise is to loud
Theres was a death in the family when she came around.