Thursday, 25 August 2011


You buy yourself a drumset.
And you play it,
Until the blue breaks,
Leading the red into the ocean.
The waves which the rain makes.
And then you sleep.
To the sounds you produced.
To find a hand check twice.
If you’re dead.


Amy Winehouse played a drum set before she died and her father had checked on her twice, after she played it and in the morning to just find her dead.

I found it beautiful.
I find death beautiful.

Hello, shut up please.

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