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[brooke21]

It’s still my birthday, but it’s her birthday too. #thebrookes #martiamartena #itsourbirthdays #sistersistersister #itsajohnsonthing (at Jue Lan Club)

[leannejaybrookes-blog]

[leannejaybrookes-blog]

You’re a distraction A lie A solo vulture picking off my feathers one vile line after the next.

You’re a flash in the pan A cheap thrill A reinforcement of what I should already know.

I don’t have a reason I don’t have a clue You’re a minor key A crease in my cloth.

Your mouth is for rent Needy, not needed You tuck it, push it, fuck it.

You’re an easy target Weak flesh and bone A figment of your own imagination.

You need me to feel valid, I need you to feel alive.

- copyright Leanne Jay Brookes 2014

[olliebryce]

Bestfriend right here.

[leannejaybrookes-blog]

Racist, homophobic pages. Soaked in blood and read to me. Hunting difference through the ages, hanging strange fruit from the trees.

WITCH HUNT - THE BROOKES

[leannejaybrookes-blog]

A live 'jam' through our most recent song 'Witch Hunt' - Lyrics below... Music and Lyrics by Phil Brookes Vocals by Leanne Brookes http://www.thebrookes.net Follow us on Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/TheBrookesMusic Like us on Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/thebrookesmusic Witch Hunt by The Brookes Witch hunt in the early morning broken by the break of day. You can smell their bodies burning for sins of difference they will pay. Let the smoking bodies linger spelling words we cannot say. Sinners burning to a cinder for their difference they will pay. Witch hunt early in the morning strange fruit hanging from the trees. Time can heal over old wounds but only covers up disease. Racist homophobic pages soaked in blood and read to me. Hunting difference through the ages hanging strange fruit from the trees.