The future junkies of north London are up at 4 AM in a stranger’s flat playing electronica
The future junkies of north London are fucked up on excess cheap red wine and excess cheap white wine and excess music and excess conversation
The future junkies of north London used to go to public school, you know
The future junkies of north London are in a band
The future junkies of north London jolt spastically to beats driven home by an expensive European speaker system
The future junkies of north London want to go to that club but it’s in Hoxton and that’s a bit of a trek
The future junkies of north London don’t consider themselves future junkies just surveyors of the illicit market
The future junkies of north London don’t have no money to use on things new on things illicit on junk on cock on balls on asshole and hand and foot and head and eyeball and mouth and brain
The future junkies of north London don’t know where their hat went
The future junkies of north London have shaved their heads and shouted to a non-existent god non-existently about non-existent matters pertaining to their mental well-being
The future junkies of north London just left quietly whispering after letting the vibes push through the walls
The future junkies of north London don’t care about me, I’m nothing on their radar
The future junkies of north London eat supermarket casseroles
The future junkies of north London are nice when you get to know them
The future junkies of north London would cheat on their boyfriends if they were cheated on, all that eye for an eye stuff, free pass
The future junkies of north London have to go home now to fuck without love
To fuck without purpose
To fuck without intention
To fuck without meaning to fuck
To fuck because they’re eighteen you know and they’re adults and shit, it’s their right
The future junkies of north London could have potential bisexual leanings but they don’t know it yet
The future junkies of north London went to sleep at 11 PM on the couch while everyone else was still awake because they were sleep deprived and had too much alcohol on an empty stomach
The future junkies of north London should take a hint when it’s given to them
The future junkies of north London hate shoreditch hipsters
The future junkies of north London read hipster runoff
The future junkies of north London want to be American but consider themselves Scottish
The future junkies of north London don’t take offense from poetry, it’s just poetry
The future junkies of north London are some of my best friends
The future junkies of north London brought me water to make me feel better
The future junkies of north London are not in fact spinning out
The future junkies of north London woke up early in the morning to type a poem out on a smartphone
The future junkies of north London do not consider themselves to look Hispanic
The future junkies of north London are actually from cambridge, Norwich, Paris
The future junkies of north London have neighbors write them angry notes to turn down the volume
The future junkies of north London are not a clique
The future junkies of north London are really into R Kelly at the moment
The future junkies of north London need cigarettes
The future junkies of north London are in the bathroom when someone opens the doors
The future junkies of north London breathe heavily when they’re asleep
The future junkies of north London are wearing my jacket
All is fine don’t worry mom
I’ve had a quiet evening with my friends
We watched television and went to bed early
I’ll call you in the morning
Love, Alex
(Source: myjetpack)
I’ve been writing more and more since I started earlier this month. I might put some out here sometime.
I’ve got 32 more days left at high school
95 until welcome week
Shit’s getting real…
I’m Alex and I’ve gotta start packing…
I’m at season 3 episode 2. I started on Saturday…
Well, I read a poem of mine out to people for the first time tonight. I was expecting sighs, I got applause. That’s nice…
I’m Alex and I’ve done something of merit today
I got offered a scholarship to Steinhardt. So it now looks to be a near certainty that I’ll be in NYC next year! I mean if I wasn’t, why would I be getting a NY phone tomorrow?
I leave Paris for Manhattan tomorrow. I come back to England Monday evening. You better believe I’m excited!
I’m Alex and fuck Kris Humphries…
NYU at number 4? Well, I’m getting a NY phone number next week, guess that means something!
