#ellisfox

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Ellis, by Twyla

He interests me, all hair and eyes and thoughtful remarks I thought, of someone so thoughtful, we should appoint you as leader but he won’t. He reads Orwell, well I’ve only read the one, he’s all prog rock and guitar and Heath Ledger well who doesn’t love Heath Ledger? I thought, of someone so pensive you’d make an excellent leader but he won’t and I know anarchy anarchy anarchy

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Grief, by Ellis Fox

Awake, after a brief sleep, a restless night.

However my shallow slumber has lasted long enough for me to forget.

…For a moment…

And Now it’s back.

It’s rushing in, a violent jolt, like I’m falling.

Fuck

There is nothing in the air, everything seems bleached.

Everything is brightened, not in a good way though. 

Just bright enough for it to be uncomfortable to look at things.

…

I try to grasp it, as it is floating all around.

But as I reach out it turns spherical and concrete and hits the ground.

…

Not yet… Not now… I’m not ready.

…

This is all encompassing.

Huge but yet acute in my stomach.

I feel sticky.

All the chairs are uncomfortable.

Nothing is nice to touch.

…

I feel as if I am constantly filling myself with sand.

…

Perhaps I should go back to sleep.

But I can’t sleep.

… 

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I come from, by Ellis Fox

I come from music, all music. Inspirations of various types, from classical to progressive.

In particular;

Django Reinhardt, Mikael Åkerfeldt, Jimi Hendrix, Martin Axenrot, Martin Lopez.

I come from acting, from drama, the love of Di Caprio, Hardy and Nicholson.

I come from various places, none of which I can individually point to as a major impression in my life, but all of which have ultimately culminated to contribute to who I am.

I come from my own commitment to loneliness.

From anxiety, to various dabbling’s into insecurity.

I come from the terrifying feeling that I’m not good enough.

From the eventual and even more terrifying realisation that I may actually be good enough, and from the realisation that if I have any ability to contribute to the artistic world that I have an obligation to do so.

I come from that particular internal conflict that inspires a lot of art and creation.

I come from the worry that most people will find this poem pretentious.

I come from the realisation that I’ve only tangentially followed the rules of this particular piece of homework.

Oh well.

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Twyla, by Ellis

Twylas last read book was Let The Right One In, which is extremely contrasting to her favourite book Stardust, and is seemingly extremely contrasting to an upbringing in Crewe and Portsmouth, as Swedish vampires are fairly rare in both of these places.

An aspiring actor, her favourite actors are Susan Sarandon and Johnny Depp. Her favourite band is The Cure and her favourite feeling is demented elation… Whatever the hell that is. 

She describes herself as “pretty left wing” and would remove hate from the world if she had the power.

She seems pretty cool.