Valium Freak
- Name
- Lucila
- Age
- 16
- Gender
- Female
- Location
- Mexico
- Joined date
- December 24th, 2006
Stories
The Tale of The Queen of Hearts
Latest update: Part 6 on October 24th, 2009Atheist Hallelujah
Latest update: Part 1 on March 27th, 2009Teenage Riot
Latest update: Part 9 on September 28th, 2008Kicks and Beats
Latest update: Part 10 on September 14th, 2008Chi
Latest update: Part 5 on July 29th, 2008Petite Amour
Latest update: Part 3 on July 7th, 2008As it was.
Latest update: Part 1 on July 6th, 2008Cadaveria
Latest update: Part 10 on May 5th, 2008No Future Hiatus
Latest update: Part 6 on April 26th, 2008Mental
Latest update: Part 1 on December 26th, 2007
Articles

Into the Wild
reviews, November 17th, 2008
Kimya's anti-folk
reviews, August 31st, 2008
Mix The Rare
news, August 13th, 2008
The Catcher in the Rye
reviews, August 13th, 2008
La Nostalgie de Laura Marling
reviews, July 29th, 2008
Goya's Ghost
reviews, June 19th, 2008
Brief Introduction To Capitalism
articles, May 17th, 2008
Twilight
reviews, April 22nd, 2008
Paris, je t'aime
reviews, December 1st, 2007
Heavier Than Heaven - Kurt Cobain's Biography
reviews, October 27th, 2007
Poems
Star of my life
September 24th, 2009Candy I
September 23rd, 2009Alas I can not reason
March 7th, 2009Arcadia
January 17th, 2009I'm not there
January 15th, 2009Does it?
December 7th, 2008Anti-Manual for a tattoo
August 28th, 2008Ask Lou Reed
August 1st, 2008Apathy for both
July 29th, 2008America
July 2nd, 2008
Journals
Probably the last journal
October 30th, 2009The community of strangers
October 24th, 2009Rebecca
September 27th, 2009To do or not to do... thats always the bleeding question
August 27th, 2009Coming back, re-introduction, and I feel like such a newbie.
August 23rd, 2009The Buddha of Suburbia and other books
December 9th, 2008New Music, New Soul
November 22nd, 2008Secret Santa Writer, being staff, and the eternal never resting boy subject -__-
November 14th, 2008Random Stolen verses
November 9th, 2008I saw tanks in the city today
November 8th, 2008
About
Words won't speak, just fall across the carpet. Words don't drink just melt with cheap vodka and revelations.
Anywhere in Albion
_____________
Down in the albion we are all lost. Dawn out of albion I see no gin teacups. I'm out of your precious ship, I'm out of your precious land. I'm not dying I just ain't surviving anymore. Arcadia is a tell tale told. Albion is for the albioners and I'm a long way from Hackney, Glasto, Brighton, any where in the albion...
Violence in bus stops

Gin and Teacups, with caffeine as drug and no booze to do the work.

Leaves on the lawn, glory on no flags. Leaves to the air, shambles to anywhere and nowhere to land, we don't ever talk about that. We never talk about it. We are always talking about that, we rant, and ramble, and cry and laugh, and haul and scream about that. We don't talk about that.





Glory on no fags.


Work in the down class. Where we are all born, and nobody sees the stars but we share the gutter, yes we share the gutter, oh we share the gutter. And we are waiting for a cheap sort, and there's no false anticipation. Oh Down in the albion! Oh Out of Albion

___________________Tenements and needles.

And the occasional dreamer reciting a poem we all forgot.
__________________________________"Its not about sophiner galleries of putrid ecstasy
________________________________and vodka and whiskey poured on rockabilly
__________________________________Miller's cancer, Kerouac's bums
________________________________and libertarian philosophies carving in our doom
_____________________________and all the things we said we'd die for
___________________________________the things we said we'd die for"



Routes out of Albion!
Routes out of Albion!
Routes out of Albion!
Oh Sixty Six Routes Out Of Albion!
Anywhere in Albion
_____________
Down in the albion we are all lost. Dawn out of albion I see no gin teacups. I'm out of your precious ship, I'm out of your precious land. I'm not dying I just ain't surviving anymore. Arcadia is a tell tale told. Albion is for the albioners and I'm a long way from Hackney, Glasto, Brighton, any where in the albion...
Violence in bus stops

Gin and Teacups, with caffeine as drug and no booze to do the work.

Leaves on the lawn, glory on no flags. Leaves to the air, shambles to anywhere and nowhere to land, we don't ever talk about that. We never talk about it. We are always talking about that, we rant, and ramble, and cry and laugh, and haul and scream about that. We don't talk about that.





Glory on no fags.


Work in the down class. Where we are all born, and nobody sees the stars but we share the gutter, yes we share the gutter, oh we share the gutter. And we are waiting for a cheap sort, and there's no false anticipation. Oh Down in the albion! Oh Out of Albion

___________________Tenements and needles.

And the occasional dreamer reciting a poem we all forgot.
__________________________________"Its not about sophiner galleries of putrid ecstasy
________________________________and vodka and whiskey poured on rockabilly
__________________________________Miller's cancer, Kerouac's bums
________________________________and libertarian philosophies carving in our doom
_____________________________and all the things we said we'd die for
___________________________________the things we said we'd die for"



Routes out of Albion!
Routes out of Albion!
Routes out of Albion!
Oh Sixty Six Routes Out Of Albion!








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