WE DON'T NEED THEM

 I TOLD YOU, I'VE MOOOOVED.

the site is still under a bit of contruction but it's time we all moved on.
AND IF YOU ARE PISSING AND MOANING (mum, let's be honest... maybe i don't want you reading this stuff anymore so i am trying to lose you in the interweb... LOL, JK!) ABOUT SPILTH'S FAILURES THEN GET FIREFOX. infinite benefits plus you can transfer your bookmarks ;)

anyway, this was supposed to be concise so here: SPILTH.CO.UK is here. it's not a new me but it is a new site. plus the added joy of meghan's (better) posts. she doesn't whine as much.

love you loyal kids. i will never remove this site so feel free to peruse my archives (oo-er)

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fooooooooooooooooolk

i don't think six pounds ever bought me something better than what i saw tonight. not even when i saw good old mumfs all those years ago. i am the opposite of inspired and the opposite of that again. there is nothing worth doing when these people are producing this work, but at the same time, who is going to keep it up? i speak a different language to lyricists and musicians and for that, i feel i have something to give. not sure what it is though...

with these words i bid Crush farewell. i am moving. i am moving to work with the wonderous maisy mauw. she is just as awesome as me so we have decided to work as a team. if you miss me, come say hello at www.spilth.co.uk maybe it will change your life, maybe it will SUCK. fuck you if it does.

peace out, only four people read this anyway. <3

fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck

i think i'm dumb

i believe in signs. i can't see you anymore. this is a universal you. i really want this year to come to a fucking sharp point. not a curve. you won't miss me that much.

In the new song gerard sings about how everybody wants to change the world but they don't because they are scared of the risk. if you read THE world as THEIR world, it makes a lot more sense.

overheard at work

boy (12): {Fondling the packaged food on the shelves he sighs heavily. His mother is walking away without him and if he is left behind he will get into trouble; she has picked up a red box. He picks up a similar box and sighs again} whispered to himself- i hate quiche.

i lay in the middle of the skatepark tonight. the moon was stunning. the thoughts continue to flow. who needs wheels when you have stupidity and badass speeeeeeeeed. if i had the dexterity i could have made some of those ramps. the sky was incredible but the dark bits of the park kinda scared me.

gonna do a mini documentary about the life of my hands (except i might leave out the part about wiping my boppom.)

in other news:
pull this pin, let this world explode.

 " Holy shit! " 'we' ate my blood"... "