I spoke to the sun, confidentiality the key. How much for the exclusive Doherty Junkie Theif Scum quits Libertines with broken heart, feels detached uglyoh the man who came to stay.. what is going on? normality, tender, sober thoughts return to that same betrayal of myself:
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Dearest Peter,
For a while I thought that sending you a letter of some sort when you don't know me was a little...groupie-like, but now I realise that who cares what the personal relationship is like, if there is support to be given, nothing should stand in its way.
I heard about you leaving the priory, whether it is truly because of that awful FA cup final (I caught a bit of it while in The Hare with Steve and Eve, can't believe you wanted to watch it when Arsenal wasn't in it ; ) ) or whether it was for other reasons, I just hope that what happened was truly for the best. I do not condone drug use but I most certainly do not look down on those that are trapped in its use. A while back I posted on a thread by bill bones and indirectly asked this question:
You say you are a libertine, free to do as you please...how can a libertine be a incarcerated by drugs? Is it not a form of prison that prohibits the libertine soul from doing what it pleases. It is only a matter of time before the drug takes over and what was once a person becomes retracted in their own dark world.
I feel that I sound so pretentious...all high and mighty. I don't know how to express my views without sounding like that or without writing an essay which I shan't do since this is one of many letters you have the opportunity to read...so I shall stop and simply give you my love and support.
Lots and lots of love,
Alexandra (_presence/ Miss_Nash)
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I must away.... from the cycle of destruction. I heed the words you say, and many a friend to take my hand and lead me from the fiends that savour the shadows contoured infinite upon the craggier scallyalley goodgollywog teddy boy bear alley pally
yeah yeah all gigs are off including the festivals I was 'too unwell' to play last year who'll to Paris this very night (secrets secrets I never keep so am useless to Rough Trade, Morrissey, Carlos, Nadine or so.. Carl wouldn't wanna, don't wanna be in a band with someone who's house I am not welcome at when in my heart I wish to live still in Albion Rooms with his highness) Nadine but we are better friends to each other and I never needed a friend so bad we've seen it all togetrher and no worse could come of us so let us do as friends do and have a laugh together and bitch about respective revolving doors of fiances and skirmishes) Get to London
laptop in the thames, pipe over the wall, foil under compost soil, I'm setting sail to write and record and be free of all shackles if that 's alright over there I'm off under just below where noone goes never was a festival barriers in arcady\ nut nonny tut tut 'ere. Set me free and I away awhile. mum let us pass at Dover
why not finally
time for heroes doesn't exaggerate things in the slightest
I will say goodnight and godbless
today i wear my nowhere suit
bought no pennies, no back sale boot
lost, love found all remains..my root
all the other skirts so, sharp..'effortlessly acute'
with love i stand a 'mute'
what nots? n tut'tuts? dont make me graffiti me own niavity