Oldleatherboots's Blog

My name’s Curtis and i’m 17 at the moment, my favourite word’s are Enigma and Circle but all that shit’s lame – so you can get to know me as Old Boots, the eternal entity that shits metaphor and pisses punctuation. Yes, that’s better.

Just thought i’d make myself one of these fangled things to display all my writings. Is that the actions of a douche? Should i just keep it to myself? Probably, aye.

Fuck it. Here some of it is anyway. The more senseless of em are kept in a cage under my bed, i’m slowly moulding em in to a paper mache hat so the thoughts can be placed as close to their originator as possible.

Have a read,  if you decide you despise it hang me at the gallows, or not, it’s cool either way.

Poems will just be sorted by default into the archives by month down the right so just click there to see em. Easy!

Also if any folk have any comments…leave em! Negative, positive, constructive or downright bastardly, it’s all good.  I won’t bite your head or any limbs off.  Might nibble on a hand.  I dunno.

Take it easy, Old Boots.