05.27am london nw5 holding it all in sweet bitter tang in the burpthroat that is above under a vest (slim and soft not wifebeater) i repeat not wifebeater if it pleasya, and takes a rhyme neater into the vacuum whuch … Continue reading →

Nathan von Wallenstein Weinstein

‘Jesus saves…but Drew nets the rebound
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dillydallying in doherty&martin shop Ca a commencé par une escalade. Celle des murs des étables de Camden Market. (ah oui, c’est la nuit et tout est fermé) à la dérive Puis on l’a trouvé. Le shop 429. Il est parfait. … Continue reading →

so i read it to herlet her read it     aaaah       cim   cmon then you fucked up counts….

so Doherty and Martin and co, shop to pop up and stock to price up – has us deep in discussion and dramatic storming of brains  this evening. re-aligned to my affairs this side of the channel     survivng … Continue reading →

10pm-ish?

“It’s come to my attention that confusion abounds regarding my management situation. Hopefully I can clarify the current situation. Forget my previous post friends … All new enquiries should be directed to Mr Adrian Hunter (once, previous, future and current) … Continue reading →

    ► 3:30► 3:30 www.youtube.com/watch?v=HHg7LZ1Cu3A 22 hours ago – Uploaded by lipstickmelodies Peter Doherty, Alan Wass & The Lipstick Melodies HIRED GUN [Official Video …  

ok, Nacer saves and jesus nets the rebound…   plotted up above the tabac, 25 rue Pierre Fontaine, pigalle, Paris 75009 just downhill out front enface the Moulin Rouge. Chance-ville for mesel’ and meselfishly sityting so set in my wayless … Continue reading →

Tu sens tu a la maison.     punch ups with paramours ppermitted but not pprolonged not   …   not that               ‘,chasing skirt   apres lever de soleil heads boot to thoughts … Continue reading →

That’s to be thus|: French – side release in France of ‘Hired Gun’ ‘la Founteine no no ‘Le Fontania’ bar & tabac 25 Rue Pierre Fontaine Paris Tonight Gonna play about 10.00pm Free entry for ballerinas All others €10 which … Continue reading →

circa 2008?

It occurred to me , as I sat awake, gawping mostly at nothing, but for a while at the the unfathomable pitilesness of the old man with the cruel heart who kicked a tramps dog in the head below my … Continue reading →

Further to my rather personal _more to the point informative and personal _ post ….. there some awkward moments just about due to be cued up and played out, or at least, i anticipate some….   perhaps its all in … Continue reading →

  Andy Boyd and Adrian Hunter are no longer representing my professional interests.   the future is uncertain – [and progression is not possible without deviation of the norm – this is not from me, its from Zappa, via Cyril … Continue reading →

its the tabac next to the Nouvelle Eve,

labellive spread we’ll call it   not I use THEM very often. I’m hardly an environmentalist butbut thats just not true       scraps here and there and then whallop Anyway……. Drew has just returned to London after a … Continue reading →

Peter is in London and will be performing twice on Sunday 27th January, a matinee performance at 3pm and again in the evening at 8pm. Tickets are limited, just 50 available for each show, available on a first come basis. … Continue reading →

  I’m making time in a roaring furnace tender joy floods through my arteries when I think of the ecstasy of life   despite the rotten – really, the rotten, ill, prang – ROTTON ILL PRANG – despite that, I … Continue reading →

  just slept 25 hours straight/ Rip van WinkelvMagregor   Dreamt of chasnDave, scottish fans drinking in a beer tent in Haggerston. A housing estate in Islington. waiting in a side street outside 1960′s goodison Park. then suddenly a massive … Continue reading →

Gens qui.. gens qui…. people who have a car? they can lend me? I want to see Noel Gallaghers last european show with the high flying birds……..tonight in Toulouse… my mate is with me and is fully licensed-up etc…. if … Continue reading →

I think of you again with your glassy eyes Back there again. An endless spiral of sweaty steps To counter act the poison. I’ve seen you Rattling around your cabin An ironic parody of purgatory Questioning your soul See- sawing … Continue reading →

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is like releasing a thousand prisoners into sudden tumultuous, orgasmic {release] hold your breath gentle reader, hold it hold it hooooold it………… why tears  like burst dams tear down my face nd here like the first man i steer ’round … Continue reading →

As the branches breathe Through the blackened veins Of my thorney existance I see… Skeletal etchings of those faceless wonders Who wandered here before All remains, their lonely souls Whispering in the winds ……………

A lonely lover lays upon the River Seine He whistles ‘Its so empty here, without a somebody to blame’ And the dark ladies in their lipstick Listen to their cigarettes ‘But I’m here still alone- don’t forget’ Perhaps the sky’s … Continue reading →

the camden town adversemental hideout, where LonelyVillein and the Dog torment themselves with the sight of each other,., was cleaner than usual.. or was it just barer? The place has, i fancy, muffled the light of its last weekend. very … Continue reading →

hieightvale walloper hitsill hitsillAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYou silly fuck hitsvillian hitsvile been so wrong each day dull old sallow grave shallow flamelicked pot of thicklysickly swag chuck in 5 bags wallop senses retreat from the mean and vibrant, the scene is wideopen private … Continue reading →

nother’ranged see – listen to mannered men studied in deception i am my only mothers son and a flustered one flagged mind down thinking back would that i had your poise but so awkward in mind no use hiding away … Continue reading →

Who ever said it was written in the stars Tonight it’s written on his feet An invisible map Points to where lovers meet Lines fading fast Ink running past Tears on the pavement Stumble upon a A conversation between An … Continue reading →

There.. That was easy enough.. Ok I’m on my way.. well I’m in a taxi.. do you live in a hotel? the driver seems to think so .. No a building, its just before the hotel your English is getting … Continue reading →

I just dreamt I was in my senseless adelphi tipat the time  “Scarcely sixteen ” said the interested eye-sore of a slutasked And i in turn asked about the word “scarcely” and i was put in a clock’s way already … Continue reading →

Long lost night Long lost love Last stop… A meeting. Long over due So there he stood, a dark figure in the door way His silhouette so familiar She ran to him in her broken behive Into his forbidden arms … Continue reading →

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20110404 171242 20111103 063356 20111102 102755 ever give in note awry01 spitiout parachute with me into paranoia (they give abouyt a secondf away elspeth?upstairs? unbleivable i thought hed finaslly lost it and the ‘wallop’ jana? my moonkissed seaside salt and … Continue reading →

coulditbearrangedtickerswung thhrough incredibly good intentions even picking up dropped h ‘s these days french/cockney alliances in the war on gobsput speech the shapes of all the lips, w=a=yaa beautiful lines mouths that pout psmile spit scream shush sh sounds sho … Continue reading →

God i remember the many disastrous (sometimes wildly unsuccessful) attempts to get to Stoke, to Hanley..
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And the clear bias against the Police force, who entered the night, the flat, the motherfucking dragon that was the story – a story sadly so true  - up until now. Dragons of course being extremely destructive, monstrous, sickening to … Continue reading →

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no mixed feelings.. Passion is absolute, and ever so pure. at the paroxysm of the sub -lime fascinated by the strength of her own texts, by the desperate beauty by the depth and maturity and as for me: she says: … Continue reading →

Feeling superstitious, as ever I am: as i ever are am <?> Luckily i cant tell the difference betwene crows, blackbirds, magpies and the like but upon seeing pennies all fall out about and in my deranged pile of cases … Continue reading →

what do you lot think? should i make up for this vast, vacant- lost, Elastic is snapped back and we scrape something or other [lethargy, sloth, creamcrackerdness in general] off of the moleski  cover we se what went through a … Continue reading →

but but vacancy ..please sarah [and all confident young literary tigresses raring to flash their credentials] feel free in yourself to have a pop. but really can you mimic this, ready, catch!….: the heartfelt, creepy melt down the thin walls … Continue reading →

I would draw your attention to Bourg en Bresse’s premier rag – Le Progres.

clutch pre-Raphaelite miniMachine, scrape greedily the lathered barrel, deeply inhale..and…[yes the phoyos are old Photo-270.jpg\of all M.W’s endless, peerless recitals of life and death in anecdotal Shambolia, the one story that i never remember the punchline/s to is the tale … Continue reading →

http://web.me.com/sylvieverheyde/SYLVIE_VERHEYDE/sylvie_verheyde.html Get the lowdown on my Director…

Today the Director had to shenann in some technical shennaigary and so for the first time in this production Charlotte and I had to appear on camera – digital and 35mm for the boffmongers amongst you, the choice yet to … Continue reading →

Today I had my first Waltz lesson, in preperation for the forthcoming film: ‘Confession d’un enfant du siecle’.  My character must display natural grace and poise – as was expected of a young aristocrat and dandy of 1830′s French society. I … Continue reading →

finding some mental stuff as i sift through a decade of impossibly fuck’d up laptops, cassettes, dictaphones, innerlinings and dented armouredunderbellies.  i mean.. where the hell was it that we came out of a lift onto the dancefloor – to … Continue reading →

and so like a sometime ruby rind now dry and dust is made of the wet laces of  blood in time, because i cant get to you this way, I must skirt. Skate about the drifting ice. Take swipes and … Continue reading →

the inertia has crippled conversation – the weightless lump of time and the heavy clouds of exhaust fumes [later back on my back at the dump, I’m reading through this Monsieur Pepe le Poherty and I trust that even in … Continue reading →

[voice from cupboard]Fame is a food that dead men eat,— Movie on 2010-06 -29 at 15.54 I have no stomach for such meat. In little light and narrow room, They eat it in the silent tomb, With no kind voice … Continue reading →

Hear the cawing, crawring reminds me somewhat of the Seagullinabox that wallhadheras ‘always thought it stood for something’ etc. Someone said the bird’s name was Ali, but the bird insisted that was no name for a baby seagull.  Could have … Continue reading →