A blog about my writing, acting, film-making, art and music. OMH Stuckism. London, UK.
I’m not a window to your brain.
So why do we feel this stained?
As his wife repeats his name.
Some of those were wrong.
Over hills belong.
Life a comfort chore.
Unlike a turn out now.
I’m known to ride around
a varied vacant sound.
With your looks and my brains,
it’s a failure of things that we name.
What are phase of friendships for?
The greasy and undressed
make the same request.
A labour of like we test.
Here are some links where you can buy my first album ‘at Ranscombe Studios’:
It’s also on iTUNES and SPOTIFY, but I won’t put links, as links to iTUNES and SPOTIFY web players have crashed my monitor.