Oct
20
2014

the kills live stream will be at my 7 a.m. :)

kill me now and wake me at 7 a.m. :) on the 27th

then kill me again.

Oct
18
2014

totalitarian woolen hounds
It’s not even the fear of the unknown it becomes the fear of the oneself with cringing doubt and even when all seems to have settled and with tickets at hand and smiles from people you’ve known, fear is still cringeworthy. And it gets worse every day, depression just slowly starts eating me and pushing holes everywhere as the dates comes closer and closer and everyone just talks about packing bags and what to take, what to buy, what to bring and some even start getting lists of what to bring back with souvenirs. 

It gets even worse the closer it gets with a nagging feeling and how someone gets a fucking deck of cards and the cards are shuffled, saying that it’s some Russian method and someone even tries to learn some Russian just because we’re going to East Berlin instead of German. Then everyone decided to try and do German from a few tattered textbooks and whomever learnt German at school.

Cards are shuffled and cigarettes lit, cheap wine already gone for the night. Should you even fortune tell on a Saturday is what’s muttered and shoulders are shrugged as the cards are just placed in front and a silence is held.

READ MORE JAMIE HINCE/ALEX KAPRANOS FANFICTION AT GRASPTHESANITY

totalitarian woolen hounds

It’s not even the fear of the unknown it becomes the fear of the oneself with cringing doubt and even when all seems to have settled and with tickets at hand and smiles from people you’ve known, fear is still cringeworthy. And it gets worse every day, depression just slowly starts eating me and pushing holes everywhere as the dates comes closer and closer and everyone just talks about packing bags and what to take, what to buy, what to bring and some even start getting lists of what to bring back with souvenirs. 

It gets even worse the closer it gets with a nagging feeling and how someone gets a fucking deck of cards and the cards are shuffled, saying that it’s some Russian method and someone even tries to learn some Russian just because we’re going to East Berlin instead of German. Then everyone decided to try and do German from a few tattered textbooks and whomever learnt German at school.

Cards are shuffled and cigarettes lit, cheap wine already gone for the night. Should you even fortune tell on a Saturday is what’s muttered and shoulders are shrugged as the cards are just placed in front and a silence is held.

Oct
18
2014

grasp THE sanity: totalitarian woolen hounds

It’s not even the fear of the unknown it becomes the fear of the oneself with cringing doubt and even when all seems to have settled and with tickets at hand and smiles from people you’ve known, fear is still cringeworthy. And it gets worse every day, depression just slowly starts eating me and pushing holes everywhere as the dates comes closer and closer and everyone just talks about packing bags and what to take, what to buy, what to bring and some even start getting lists of what to bring back with souvenirs. 

It gets even worse the closer it gets with a nagging feeling and how someone gets a fucking deck of cards and the cards are shuffled, saying that it’s some Russian method and someone even tries to learn some Russian just because we’re going to East Berlin instead of German. Then everyone decided to try and do German from a few tattered textbooks and whomever learnt German at school.

Cards are shuffled and cigarettes lit, cheap wine already gone for the night. Should you even fortune tell on a Saturday is what’s muttered and shoulders are shrugged as the cards are just placed in front and a silence is held.

“Come on, just tell Jamie’s fortune!” And more giggles and I can’t even recognize the faces. I inhale, all cards meaning shite to me, I’m just guessing clubs shouldn’t be something too well for some reason and the Jack would mean love interest, I presume, which instantly ends up in me getting jabbed in my side.

Oct
18
2014

Untitled 5Silence Seems To Feed Us 6

We started the year with kissing, but in the end nothing happened, months went and she started joining me more frequent singing and her hair was about to reach her shoulders. 

We stopped touching each other.

Once I even fell asleep on the couch and in the morning Alison would be scattered on the bed. 

We could kiss each other, but what would the point in that be when it was so easy to do and perform, which is what we’ve been doing briefly. We started touching ourselves separately, sometimes I would stand and wait until she would be done with her silence and her cheeks would be flashed.

READ MORE JAMIE HINCE/ALISON MOSSHART FANFICTION: http://graspthesanity.blogspot.co.uk/2012/03/untitled-5silence-seems-to-feed-us.html

Untitled 5Silence Seems To Feed Us 6

We started the year with kissing, but in the end nothing happened, months went and she started joining me more frequent singing and her hair was about to reach her shoulders.

We stopped touching each other.

Once I even fell asleep on the couch and in the morning Alison would be scattered on the bed.

We could kiss each other, but what would the point in that be when it was so easy to do and perform, which is what we’ve been doing briefly. We started touching ourselves separately, sometimes I would stand and wait until she would be done with her silence and her cheeks would be flashed.

READ MORE JAMIE HINCE/ALISON MOSSHART FANFICTION: http://graspthesanity.blogspot.co.uk/2012/03/untitled-5silence-seems-to-feed-us.html

Oct
16
2014

National Anthem
There are too many things which have to write down, even with a fucking marker to remember and this is one of them. It’s the post-coital imagination which seems to be riding horses and carriages, the vision still seems far too foggy to recall everything and the numbness of the fingers and the mouth is more than evident. The memory is far too vivid to recall everything step by step and the whole experience seems surreal from sharing cigarettes too getting drunk and observing every move he would do, as he would order and how slowly everything would start making sense that he’s into men as well, which seemed too much of a fantasy. If I could I would’ve tapped it all and lying to Alison wasn’t high on my agenda, but then not speaking enough would that still be lying as well? Sometimes fear takes over one’s head that you don’t even speak to those who you love or the answer “okay” to “how are you” seems bigger of a lie than ever only I can seem to glue the smile yet. 
READ MORE JAMIE HINCE/JACK WHITE FANFICTION AT GRASPTHESANITY

National Anthem

There are too many things which have to write down, even with a fucking marker to remember and this is one of them. It’s the post-coital imagination which seems to be riding horses and carriages, the vision still seems far too foggy to recall everything and the numbness of the fingers and the mouth is more than evident. The memory is far too vivid to recall everything step by step and the whole experience seems surreal from sharing cigarettes too getting drunk and observing every move he would do, as he would order and how slowly everything would start making sense that he’s into men as well, which seemed too much of a fantasy. If I could I would’ve tapped it all and lying to Alison wasn’t high on my agenda, but then not speaking enough would that still be lying as well? Sometimes fear takes over one’s head that you don’t even speak to those who you love or the answer “okay” to “how are you” seems bigger of a lie than ever only I can seem to glue the smile yet. 

READ MORE JAMIE HINCE/JACK WHITE FANFICTION AT GRASPTHESANITY

Oct
16
2014

500
The moonlight is dim enough to light the traces of cocaine in the sky which give light shivers of relapsed memories. Biking doesn’t seem the fondest idea either to get there with the backpack filled with stuff and key promised dug under the cage with the chickens. The doors to the other bikes are open, cats are scattered. chickens hidden from under the rain in their barns which my hair and clothing state otherwise.

When I arrive it’s raining heavily and I know it will be empty for the next month and all I think about is a shower as soon as I dig the key out, the mud being far too much like child clay and I can’t help but wonder if anything will ever touch these woods if things get far worse and where even is the human limit after all?

READ MORE JAMIE HINCE/JACK WHITE FANFICTION AT GRASPTHESANITY

500

The moonlight is dim enough to light the traces of cocaine in the sky which give light shivers of relapsed memories. Biking doesn’t seem the fondest idea either to get there with the backpack filled with stuff and key promised dug under the cage with the chickens. The doors to the other bikes are open, cats are scattered. chickens hidden from under the rain in their barns which my hair and clothing state otherwise.

When I arrive it’s raining heavily and I know it will be empty for the next month and all I think about is a shower as soon as I dig the key out, the mud being far too much like child clay and I can’t help but wonder if anything will ever touch these woods if things get far worse and where even is the human limit after all?

Oct
16
2014

let’s make straight offensive since they’re such bigots 3
He tries to choke me with a pillow, as I burst out laughing.

One week until Valentine’s now and my heart shrivels up with lonely fear, as the Jamie admirer should reveal it’s rose and fedora as I say that to Jamie, bursting out in laughter and jealous that he’ll be the one to lose his virginity first to a guy, though, so ew. And Jamie gets a second Valentine, hinting that it’s someone taller than Jamie, which he scowls is unfair coz he falls under the very short kind compared to the rest. 

READ MORE ALISON MOSSHART/JAMIE HINCE FANFICTION AT GRASPTHESANITY

let’s make straight offensive since they’re such bigots 3

He tries to choke me with a pillow, as I burst out laughing.

One week until Valentine’s now and my heart shrivels up with lonely fear, as the Jamie admirer should reveal it’s rose and fedora as I say that to Jamie, bursting out in laughter and jealous that he’ll be the one to lose his virginity first to a guy, though, so ew. And Jamie gets a second Valentine, hinting that it’s someone taller than Jamie, which he scowls is unfair coz he falls under the very short kind compared to the rest. 

Oct
14
2014

Apathy Aftertaste
I honestly think that life is pushing me to the tip of suicide. 

I look behind, to see him give me a soft wave and nod to look back at the teacher and I sigh, trying not to fiddle even more with the notebooks, my mind humming far too loudly and the clock which has no sound, is far too loud in my head, muting everything and I just keep replaying nightmares in my head which had been last night, spitting out blood in the sink and noticing how all my temples had gone gray. 

“It shouldn’t be hard.” Jack told me as he arrived at four a.m. parents no longer caring and all under a healthy doze of Xanax, waiting for me to pack my bags, but Jack insisted that this should still be the place where the ritual of getting rid of the past should be and he proceeded to dye my hair until there was pounding on the door and we emerged, just for mom and dad to think we fucked. 
 
READ MORE JAMIE HINCE/JACK WHITE FANFICTION AT GRASPTHESANITY

Apathy Aftertaste

I honestly think that life is pushing me to the tip of suicide. 


I look behind, to see him give me a soft wave and nod to look back at the teacher and I sigh, trying not to fiddle even more with the notebooks, my mind humming far too loudly and the clock which has no sound, is far too loud in my head, muting everything and I just keep replaying nightmares in my head which had been last night, spitting out blood in the sink and noticing how all my temples had gone gray. 


“It shouldn’t be hard.” Jack told me as he arrived at four a.m. parents no longer caring and all under a healthy doze of Xanax, waiting for me to pack my bags, but Jack insisted that this should still be the place where the ritual of getting rid of the past should be and he proceeded to dye my hair until there was pounding on the door and we emerged, just for mom and dad to think we fucked. 

 

READ MORE JAMIE HINCE/JACK WHITE FANFICTION AT GRASPTHESANITY


Oct
14
2014

National Anthem
There are too many things which have to write down, even with a fucking marker to remember and this is one of them. It’s the post-coital imagination which seems to be riding horses and carriages, the vision still seems far too foggy to recall everything and the numbness of the fingers and the mouth is more than evident. The memory is far too vivid to recall everything step by step and the whole experience seems surreal from sharing cigarettes too getting drunk and observing every move he would do, as he would order and how slowly everything would start making sense that he’s into men as well, which seemed too much of a fantasy. If I could I would’ve tapped it all and lying to Alison wasn’t high on my agenda, but then not speaking enough would that still be lying as well? Sometimes fear takes over one’s head that you don’t even speak to those who you love or the answer “okay” to “how are you” seems bigger of a lie than ever only I can seem to glue the smile yet. 
READ MORE JAMIE HINCE/JACK WHITE FANFICTION AT GRASPTHESANITY

National Anthem

There are too many things which have to write down, even with a fucking marker to remember and this is one of them. It’s the post-coital imagination which seems to be riding horses and carriages, the vision still seems far too foggy to recall everything and the numbness of the fingers and the mouth is more than evident. The memory is far too vivid to recall everything step by step and the whole experience seems surreal from sharing cigarettes too getting drunk and observing every move he would do, as he would order and how slowly everything would start making sense that he’s into men as well, which seemed too much of a fantasy. If I could I would’ve tapped it all and lying to Alison wasn’t high on my agenda, but then not speaking enough would that still be lying as well? Sometimes fear takes over one’s head that you don’t even speak to those who you love or the answer “okay” to “how are you” seems bigger of a lie than ever only I can seem to glue the smile yet. 

READ MORE JAMIE HINCE/JACK WHITE FANFICTION AT GRASPTHESANITY

Oct
14
2014

let’s make straight offensive since they’re such bigots 5
The taller bloke scratches his head and grins, watching Jamie catch his breath and I just watch them unravel in some unrealistic expectation, like a soap opera. 
“I-I’m Jack, y-your admirer.”
“I figured.” Jamie grins and nods, watching him, but he lowers his eyes and I see him look at me, as the taller bloke fidgets. My hands ache. “Where were you? I’m fucking yelling that I’m gay every day.”
They both laugh.
I’m behind the screen.

READ MORE ALISON MOSSHART/JAMIE HINCE FANFICTION AT GRASPTHESANITY

let’s make straight offensive since they’re such bigots 5

The taller bloke scratches his head and grins, watching Jamie catch his breath and I just watch them unravel in some unrealistic expectation, like a soap opera. 

“I-I’m Jack, y-your admirer.”

“I figured.” Jamie grins and nods, watching him, but he lowers his eyes and I see him look at me, as the taller bloke fidgets. My hands ache. “Where were you? I’m fucking yelling that I’m gay every day.”

They both laugh.

I’m behind the screen.

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