ON IT. #NowPlaying untitled unmastered. by Kendrick Lamar

It's been a while since I browsed Tumblr to jazz.

And there isn't a single language in which that sounds cool.

His music helped see me through my first ever breakup. I've been in love ever since. This was a quick sketch as some sorta rushed thanks. Go give Grace a spin. #jeffbuckley #sketch #art #vscocam #vsco

Good weather, G.O.O.D music.

13/05/2014

The sky is a blanket of bright-blue, and a shadow cast from a pavement-planted tree offers up the only shade for sale. The red door of No.6 over the way serves up some colour against the grey brickwork on repeat, and a black Ford Focus sits silently outside as the only car within view.

Before long a black-and-white Volkswagen parks up beneath my window, and I sit upwards to watch the driver hands over a small, transparent baggie to the passenger, sporting a stark white hoodie emblazoned with the colours of the Jamaican flag. They sit and exchange notes before pulling away again. I think briefly about how much better my day could have been with weed before I shake the thought out. I've done nothing all day as it is and I've still not traded my pyjamas for something more substantial. I'd be batting for a minus with a smoke to hand.

Sleep away the day.

The front door slams shut.

Outside the sun silently breaks out hot over a thousand rooftops as

the dull thud of tyres roll in and out over dry, uneven roads,

all crispness sucked away by window you closed.

Inside, the sheets are warmer, and there's no rush,

nothing going on.

The letterbox rings through the house but it's never yours.

Sleep away the day.

The sun carves out more of the room with time,

so you turn inward to avoid it, pull the covers over your head.

People pass in the street leaving behind slices of conversation,

sentences you want to hear complete,

see the mouth they sprang from.

But the sheets are too warm, too comfortable.

You kick them away and they find you again.

You turn to the phone and nobodies there.

There's no rush.

Sleep away the day.

There's still time to avoid a write-off, another wasted day to mark down,

Enough youth in the day to achieve something, put your name on

Something.

And if not, well.

There's always the night.

You almost slept away the day.

You felt it sit like bad food in your stomach,

potential seeping through your pores and into the mattress.

You woke up and wrote this instead.

Shook the sheets off of your shoulders,

tried getting something down.

But in your head it sounded better.

And you're getting distracted by words from years ago.

Bad, but honest.

You scroll through images and words, images and words, words and images,

Nothing going in. Nothing coming out.

I should have slept away the day.

i sat down to write over fourty minutes ago before falling victim to Facebook, flicking absently through old photos with a glazed expression plastered on my face. Years passing by in minutes. People disappearing with a click. I'm closing in on two hours.

Last Sunday I saw Brecon in the light, then watched it get dark. More days like it wouldn't be so bad.

J-J-J-Jam.

Finally got around to posting the swag I won recently courtesy of the guys at awesomemerchandise! I’m tardy, I know. Anyhoo, what a delivery! Nothing like good custom packaging and this was a beaut, and the stuff inside was hella swell to match. If you ignore my durr-face you’ll notice they included a sweet tee too, and it only took about fifteen tries to get a picture where I'm not gurning. (Oh, and someone there must be a mind-reader given I picked up playing guitar the day before and they included a freakin’ gorgeous pick. Noice.) Cheers guys!