Merry Christmas you bastards and a hashy New Year



It's safe to say I've given up on actually giving a fuck...

When i get mad
And i get pissed
I grab my pen
And i write out a list
Of all the people
That won't be missed
You've made my shitlist

Ahh yes Doo wop AHH oh

Very, very deep lyrics in that genre. It's no wonder you can look down on modern music from those lofty heights.

Just get onit. No questions asked please.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gBviTi6ZfAw

some dirty fucking techno!

http://soundcloud.com/jamietaylor/tik-tok-heres-johnny

Get ya stomp on to this shit!

You tell me...

 I'm so fucked up. My mood swings are terrible and i just keep ruining shit. I'm finally going to say 'fuck you' to denial. I know i'm not normal. I think a trip to the head doctor is well over due.

One minute my head feels like it's going to explode, next minute i'm fine. I keep breaking down over stupid pointless things. I fail at relationships because i don't let people in - then when i do let specific people in, they shit all over me. People aren't helping. I keep getting mish mashed at the weekends. I've ruined my looks (seriously i look rough as a dog without make up now, people are always quizzing me, they assume i'm sky high on pharmacuticals) my bodies fucked.
Everythings FUCKED!

Hey I'm karly :) thats short for 'IDGF' if y'all didn't already know.

Do I look like a slut slut slut slut slut?

AHAHA

time.

I haven't blogged in a while, shits been hectic, everyone can fuck off and die. End of.

I think I might know...

I can feel the wind blowin'
It's sending shivers down my spine
I can feel the wind blowin'
It shakes the trees and the power lines


What makes a man spend his whole life in disguise?

There's always light at the end of the tunnel.

Things aren't brilliant, but they could be worst put it that way...

I'm still picking up the pieces and it's making me miserable. Finally found a job. Lost that.

Found someone...

But well, that didn't last long either.

I'm not going to d'well on it, i deserved better than him and i'm glad it ended faster than it started, it was for the best.

Funky

Nothing can save us now london

You should, only you would, only you won't.

Reach for the LASERS.

Dirty Dancing

Do you know where your teenager is at 5'o clock in the morning?

The after hours club...
some say they come looking for drugs, dirty dancing and pounding Techno music.

Fact

The government can do whatever the fuck they want...

They will pollute your mind and take back the music.

Attention

Lost children will be found and sold to the circus.

YES THEN!

Getting the fuck on it this weekend!

Did he fire only six shots or only five?
To tell you the truth in all this excitement i've kind of lost track myself.

Does it cost you half a million a year for pencils?


Well you're not alone...

Yes then, old school classics

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DUaL6z0oOcg


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qi3LoqL2yOo


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qi3LoqL2yOo


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iAG9m8WMBfw

Charly says bass, Charly says drums

Charly says always tell your mummy before you go off somewhere.

One for the weekend.

Start your day with...

Inner City Junkies

Got my spoon cookin' brown bangin' skunk smokin' rock tokin' ket sniffin' coke choppin' base poppin' E!

One of the most beautiful pieces of music to be written and performed.

Original - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VNmLDubIFYU

Truth is..

I have this tendency to let men abuse me, deep down i enjoy it. I'm sick in the head.
I'm losing my fucking mind.
Serious.

The story of my life.

This song saved me from shit, believe it or not.

fuck it

I need a fucking dig.

             

Fact : Dating metal girls is like playing pass the parcel.                     

Want.

He's so cute!

Ran out of happy? Serious, is that the best they could do?
He can feel the fear and loathing coming on.

I think this kitty should lay of the crack if he can't handle the comedown.

Accepting change

Every band I ever loved has broken up,
every guy I ever thought about never gave fuck.

.

Things we lose, have a strange way of coming back to us in the end.

It's not so easy, loving me, it gets so complicated all the things you gotta' be...

Payday tomorrow, I'm on a mission to find some Sid.
That way all of lifes problems will be solved. I'll just drop shit loads of acid.
I'll be mad as a hatter by the time I'm done.
I'm gonna sink to my sofa, stroke the walls and dance with wolves.

If you must be a bear.
Be a grizzly bear.

Strange medicine on the desert.

Had a dream I was a mad cunt, woke up...
Still a mad cunt.

He who makes a beast of himself, hides the pain of being a man.

I recommend this book to the world.
In fact no, no it's being made mandatory.

Read it.

                       

                                 

And then when you're done, watch the film.

Trippy as fuck, but equally amazing

I absolutlely adore this.

Tattoos.

I intend to get my current tattoos modified and some new ink within the next few months. Decided I'm sticking to old school symbolism's and styles.

Arabella

I want this inky lady in my bed.

Buy me this and i'll love you forever.

It's beaut, reckon I'd rep it well :)



This is the story of a young man who visited london for the first time...

I heard about this party on a Sunday afternoon,
I been up all Saturday night,
And I was rearing to go,
They said it was in Hackney,
In an old abandoned warehouse
I said: What kind of music do they play there?
And they told me: TECHNO

One night in Hackney.

After walking for hours, through the urban...I finally heard the BOOM of the sound system and as we turned the corner we saw some strange people hanging around...

One night in Hackney.

The music was swirling around my head
As I wandered into the darkened building
And as I found my way to the dance floor
Someone stopped me and said: Take this pill!
So I took it and said: What was that?
And they said: XTC! And then they offered me a line and I said: What was that? And they said: Ketamine!So I took it, and then I took some cocaine and then some speed and then some acid and then I drank 15 cans, Hahaha, 15 cans of Stella
And I stayed until Monday night

One night in Hackney...

New found glory

I live for this stuff :)

Oh Hai

Welcome to our society. You will be judged on what you wear, which music you listen to, what you look like, how you act, who you hang around with, and on practically every other personal trait and imperfection about you, and you'll be prosecuted for being who you are. Enjoy your stay.

I just don't know what to do with myself

Yeah err don't mind me, just poppin' in a k-hole.

Pfft i wish.

Through the looking glass

The past few months of my life have been a blur. I cannot supress the memories. But i can move on.

So here i am. Little old me, there's not much left.
I don't know what to say. Lifes slowed down, I find myself wondering endlessly these days...

I want to live again...
But not in the world i 'was' living, I fancy some romance, good health and lots of dollar.
I've been pining over an ex lover recently, I won't get depressed and down about it, but I want him to know he's always got a place in my heart.

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone... *

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

W.H Auden.

*One of my favourite poems

My Paper Mache World

We'd all stay up forever...
I'll dance until i'm dead...

I'm rattlin' right now...
I have money for another hit...
I'm ready to leave this place and get back in my bubble...

Somethings holding me back.
Somebody...somewhere is praying for me...

I can't handle the dark these days, its when i'm usually most active...
Stealing, dancing, chatting cod shit to strangers, raging around town... Living.

I just don't know what to do with myself.
I don't know who i am anymore.

The Final Hit.

Today i cried.
I cried for the first time properly in three months.

Today i picked up a book and read.
This was the first time i had read in about three months and actually in took the information.

Today i attacked my mother.
Not only did i feel her pain, but i felt my own pain i also felt everybody elses misery. I have severe memory loss from all the chemicals, somedays i remember whats gone on, other days my mind supresses it... those are rare, i savour them as i get a decent nights sleep...

See people take life for granted, i'd do anything to be in your shoes right now. Do you rely on drugs? I do.
And without drugs i don't feel alive.
Do you feel alive? How do you do it?

All i can think about now, is another hit. It makes me wet, you know how theres that one person who sends you moist? maybe that one person you'd anything for? Thats how i feel about whizz. Its all mine, its all about me, i shine on it. I can't function without it...
Putting a needle in your arm is one of the hardest things an addict will have to do... it seperates the recreational users, from the addicts...
All i can say is pinning' up is a darkhole, a hole many will never get out of...
i crawled out of that hole... with an inch of my life.
i wanted to die.

Three weeks on...
I've relapsed a few times, but i'm getting there...
My heads a mess.



All i can hear is music and voices.
I need one more hit...

Men...

Men are like drugs, once you lose that buzz you need to stop chasing after it and find something new, else you'll find yourself hooked and they'll be nothing left of you but skin and bones...

'Life's shit' I said 'so why not mash it up with a few chemicals?'

I wanted to die.
I didn't eat, nor did I sleep for 4 days.
I'd never felt so alone.
I wanted to stay up forever and lose it, but as the saying goes 'whatever goes up, must comedown'. So here i am, hangin' out a badgers arsehole...

I'm sick of being the girl who never wants to feel the silence or the girl who never wants to be alone, I'm the only girl at 4:00am in the morning who you know won't be home...
I'm a stale mess right now, I've been wrapped up in my mothers bed for three straight days, I'm helpless...

I've lost my shine.