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Hark! We summon all the weirdo groovers with tidings of great news In two weeks wish are headlining the shacklewell arms with bug and family unit It’s june 22nd, it’s free tickets. Come have a freaky little boogey xxx poster by @millnshouse

I walked into a graveyard but everyone was living There was a coolness in the breeze but a sadness in their singing They were buried so deep by the thing they couldn’t see, fear Trapped in an illusion because they couldn’t bury their tears You there I see you fighting but its a foggy wrestle with smoke But where there’s smoke there’s fire and where there’s fire there’s hope So you haul along your confusion in a barrow made of lies The truth it won’t protect you like a sun that burns your eyes @shotbymelissaa

A twig breaks the sense of time but there’s nothing but a void around. They are being watched… where from, where to what by? Watch, I step hopelessly Come see us try and stand between 4 walls across London: The saga continues… Upcoming dates: 21st @thecavpresents with @duckwax.quack @the_guzzlarks and @jaffromusic 24th @theoldbluelast with @speedialband @porchlightporchlight 26th @theolddispensary 28th @lvls.london with @conflictmanagerband . Photo by @isaac.fsh Styling by @jessiesilver__

“Eggs” - ramblings of a hungover man You take the form that eggs me on… That makes me want desire. To grasp your formless body is impossible, I try and I try only to be repulsed by that which lay underneath. A disruption of the flow but so engrained now in every function of it. Is that me to you? Can I exist unengendered - oozing out my own self production? My organs… I think… Are here, not that I can see them. They’re buried beneath my self pity, my desire. That thing that makes my incessant world go round. Sick pics by the photographer extraordinaire @nicoleosrin

Four revellers dropped from space… bewildered… what is space? A hunger for debauchery is in the air… is that where they’re from? “There”, floating… ln the void… between all sense and nonsense… in the soup of chaos which we gratuitously swallow. What is space, honey…? Come and find out for yourself this Wednesday for wish take the stage @newcrossinn Photos by the incredible @isaac.fsh Styling and creative direction by the amazing @jessiesilver__ Creative direction and story @spinalxylem

Wish you were here… humongous ginormous things cumming x. @nikan_argh 📸

When a city has a beach there is a clear goal, a clear end All roads lead somewhere l, some unified destination as opposed to that of the individual. Maybe this speaks to the pace of life, like the sea washing steadily over all worries.

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I think of you when the time, like a tide is low When there’s no place else - no escape where i can go And if I should hope for nothingness That rock faced state That conquers stone suffering and a bloom come late If my life is like this ‘time’ that built Rome in more than one day Then why can I have you for but a moment, no other way You haunt me like an ex Hunt me like a fox But you’re just a notion a ghost of all those lost At your hand or mine or whichever way we choose to take this dance

I fell off my bike, luckily I was able to take a selfie to prove it otherwise how would anyone ever know! In equal measure here are some videos of me playing music with my super cool band “wish” we are playing @troubadourlondon on the 12th November how would you have known that if it wasn’t for instagram! Instagram has truly saved the advertising and music world from decline as now everybody knows when everyone’s doing everything all the time, in your pocket. I love instagram 🤠🕺🏼! That’s all for today folks 🥰

Help I’m trapped in a 2014 train selfie

Bring… on… seasonal… depression…