Valium Freak
- Name
- Lucila
- Age
- 15
- Gender
- Female
- Location
- Out of the Albion
- Joined date
- December 24th, 2006
Prose
Chi
Latest update: Chapter 5 on July 30th, 2008Sympathy got us a deal.
Latest update: Chapter 1 on July 7th, 2008Petite Amour
Latest update: Chapter 3 on July 7th, 2008As it was.
Latest update: Chapter 1 on July 7th, 2008Kicks and Beats
Latest update: Chapter 8 on July 2nd, 2008Cadaveria
Latest update: Chapter 10 on May 6th, 2008No Future Hiatus
Latest update: Chapter 6 on April 27th, 2008Mental
Latest update: Chapter 1 on December 27th, 2007Across Our Universe
Latest update: Chapter 2 on December 25th, 2007Rouge Moshing Grrl
Latest update: Chapter 1 on December 3rd, 2007
Articles

Kimya's anti-folk
Reviews, September 1st, 2008
Mix The Rare
News, August 14th, 2008
The Catcher in the Rye
Reviews, August 14th, 2008
La Nostalgie de Laura Marling
Reviews, July 30th, 2008
Goya's Ghost
Reviews, June 19th, 2008
Brief Introduction To Capitalism
Articles, May 18th, 2008
Twilight
Reviews, April 23rd, 2008
Paris, je t'aime
Reviews, December 1st, 2007
Heavier Than Heaven - Kurt Cobain's Biography
Reviews, October 27th, 2007
Kensington Gardens - Xavier B. Fernández
Reviews, October 13th, 2007
Verses of Hysteria
Anti-Manual for a tattoo
August 29th, 2008Ask Lou Reed
August 2nd, 2008Apathy for both
July 30th, 2008America
July 2nd, 2008Eureka Process
July 2nd, 2008Epilogue
June 13th, 2008Johnny's Experimental End
June 9th, 2008Bastille on Guillotine
May 17th, 2008If Random Lips
May 12th, 2008Punk is deceased
April 29th, 2008
If words could talk
This guy >.<
September 7th, 2008Ahhhhhhh!!!!! I suck with boys >.<
September 5th, 2008DIYing, boys, music, inspiration, lack of hope.
September 1st, 2008There is this boy well dude sounds better but yeah
August 29th, 2008I'm nobody's hippie.
August 29th, 2008Drama, Defeated, the general fuzz...
August 29th, 2008Busking like day and m'boy
August 27th, 2008That was intimidating...
August 26th, 2008A truth genius, hung over and boys, yes boys...
August 24th, 2008Bob Geldof and Punk is dead.
August 22nd, 2008
Me and Myself.
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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