gotta go to work
gotta steal to live
i get paid
im not a kind of slave
you've got to know....you are free
anything is yours, anything at all.
waves crash, dust settles. rusty pipes, car watchers, someone in front seat. repeating these numbers is doing me in. a hunger strike is to take place. iii.
[part 30] move town, look at old one in a better light (?)
meat junkies with RSI, pasty and pale, bruised and tired. its a temporary measure, make no mistake. a childish institution we never seem to escape.
i will leave the country.
Tuesday 28 July 2009
Monday 27 July 2009
numpties
3 day headache subsides.
a beautiful bride
a mouthful of wine
too much paper
too little time
heart pain, back pain, crunching bones. VEGAN. swine?
honeycombe sickness, post sadness, life analysis.
good smells, proud smiles, waste removed.
you said you were leaving.
oil is psychedelic.
must leave to see straight
we dont talk anymore, you forget me, you're disappointed
but you dont know.
its not about you.
whats it about?
whats it really all about??????
a beautiful bride
a mouthful of wine
too much paper
too little time
heart pain, back pain, crunching bones. VEGAN. swine?
honeycombe sickness, post sadness, life analysis.
good smells, proud smiles, waste removed.
you said you were leaving.
oil is psychedelic.
must leave to see straight
we dont talk anymore, you forget me, you're disappointed
but you dont know.
its not about you.
whats it about?
whats it really all about??????
Tuesday 21 July 2009
relish, mackerel and spoiled rice..post stomp thinking
its been raining.
we saw the day weave in, the night weave in, and again and again. we took chemicals that helped us dance for most of the time. subtle flavours that went barely noticed, bright eyes, wet hair and rumbling bellies. friends from before and friends no more. air waves freedom and smiles. canvas mats on which we sat to talk and talk... talk crap i guess but whatever. overcast, overslept and over and out. maybe a biscuit will help? i had big eyes, i didnt care. big mouth analysed, healthy doses. in silence i can hear my blood flow, the thud of bass, yes hello. DIRECTION. awkward. back here to a withered plant and a grey sky. bass replaced with a working printer, running water cut off. mackerel so tasty. NUTRITIOn. more to life. apples. split ends.
i suppose we are all taking a turn. a brain u-turn. the future comes closer, we must make amends.
but a weekend in a field did it for me. for a few hours in between i felt free.
STOMPSTOMPSTOMPSTOMPSTOMPSTOMPSTOMPSTOMPSTOMPSTOMPSTOMPSTOMPSTOMPSTOMPSTOMPSTOMP
we saw the day weave in, the night weave in, and again and again. we took chemicals that helped us dance for most of the time. subtle flavours that went barely noticed, bright eyes, wet hair and rumbling bellies. friends from before and friends no more. air waves freedom and smiles. canvas mats on which we sat to talk and talk... talk crap i guess but whatever. overcast, overslept and over and out. maybe a biscuit will help? i had big eyes, i didnt care. big mouth analysed, healthy doses. in silence i can hear my blood flow, the thud of bass, yes hello. DIRECTION. awkward. back here to a withered plant and a grey sky. bass replaced with a working printer, running water cut off. mackerel so tasty. NUTRITIOn. more to life. apples. split ends.
i suppose we are all taking a turn. a brain u-turn. the future comes closer, we must make amends.
but a weekend in a field did it for me. for a few hours in between i felt free.
STOMPSTOMPSTOMPSTOMPSTOMPSTOMPSTOMPSTOMPSTOMPSTOMPSTOMPSTOMPSTOMPSTOMPSTOMPSTOMP
Friday 10 July 2009
brats
"So there's no fixed lesson that one can learn, because the heart is always opening and closing, it's always softening and hardening. We're always experiencing joy or sadness. But there are lots of people who've closed down. And there are times in one's life when one has to close down just to regroup" -Leonard Cohen
girls v girls, boys v boys cheap competition
tired
go
try
try and find
get lost
and lose
detatch
to protect
get lost, and found
presume
its for my daughter
and my mother
i lost
that one
girls v girls, boys v boys cheap competition
tired
go
try
try and find
get lost
and lose
detatch
to protect
get lost, and found
presume
its for my daughter
and my mother
i lost
that one
Tuesday 7 July 2009
bloodline.. a matter of time?
Robert went mad. Its in the blood. Its under my eyelids, a photographic image of landscape. And it is sparkles in the picture, I cant tell if I like it or not. Insomnia has arrived, have had to welcome sleepless nights. I thought I was free from anxiety but somehow its crept back in. I keep thinking of the man who stops the lamb's heart with his hand, it makes me feel sick. The gulls fought over a sandwich in the road amongst a traffic jam. They didn’t even care.
A top up. I'll have a top up, and a little eye fill over something pathetic. Its raining again, they've just broken the news. It’s a waste of resources. A deadpan evening and chocolate. Heavily pouring. Dinner for one.
You and you and you and not me. Its not me here, with you lot. Im like U-Hu. Stick around, wait, what? You asked my opinion and then said no anyway.
I never really knew robert. I remember his glasses though.
Hormones? Asbestos. Other youngsters lurking, look knowing. I looked in on your laughter, played my instrument all day… 'what is she playing', just my fuckin keyboard. The one I type on. Image check, im in the system. I look tired. The fusion that could have been, you kept them away cos of race, religion whatever. SMALL MINDS, I'd rather not know. Ask the man. Read the headlines, life and style, while away the hours. Fleeing rats less so, open the biscuit tin. I like your voice you know. But your face got too INTENSE when your mind went into overdrive. Or inactivity?????????? Hello. Books all stashed neatly. Storm is over.
Robert is back in society. Can we know eachother?
A top up. I'll have a top up, and a little eye fill over something pathetic. Its raining again, they've just broken the news. It’s a waste of resources. A deadpan evening and chocolate. Heavily pouring. Dinner for one.
You and you and you and not me. Its not me here, with you lot. Im like U-Hu. Stick around, wait, what? You asked my opinion and then said no anyway.
I never really knew robert. I remember his glasses though.
Hormones? Asbestos. Other youngsters lurking, look knowing. I looked in on your laughter, played my instrument all day… 'what is she playing', just my fuckin keyboard. The one I type on. Image check, im in the system. I look tired. The fusion that could have been, you kept them away cos of race, religion whatever. SMALL MINDS, I'd rather not know. Ask the man. Read the headlines, life and style, while away the hours. Fleeing rats less so, open the biscuit tin. I like your voice you know. But your face got too INTENSE when your mind went into overdrive. Or inactivity?????????? Hello. Books all stashed neatly. Storm is over.
Robert is back in society. Can we know eachother?
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