wheel underground

meat mission

speed up as i advance, fume the road. as you enter the machine, you become it.
time to stand up for oneself methinks.
time to hail.
time to cram the chickens in. many mouths to feed.
an interesting case - your world became limited and empathy ran dry, you started to construct characters to please.
delicate arm candy, you can work the room.
the awkward horoscope you read aloud was rather close to home (even though those things are bullshit).
i sat there speeding, you wished i would stop (and so did i, so did i).
i was a nurse, dressed as a rabbit, crying.
she was an ugly sister.
you could hear the chew. the joke was on you.
we met in the west end and it didnt seem real... 2 worlds out there.
2 types of folk.
my time is mine now, and i cant let you win.

twiglet

Meanwhile, this week Brad Pitt sought to counteract rumours of his and Angelina Jolie’s impending separation by buying her a 200-year-old olive tree, cost: $18,000. So. Just to recap. Bible: twig. Hollywood: $18,000 tree.

that was you

salford in the 60's, late lee, tobacco monster experiments with spirituality and later reaps the benefits of COPD. face pain is the result of 3 days drinking, one day to breathe. skin has slightly aged and dried. thanks for calling.

white goods

there does appear to be some hope in me today.
even with lizard woman pushing me to the edge over some paperclips.
stuffing dry sugar and butter each minute.
"it doesnt matter".
black square.
deep papercut, an office wound.
could i rip her larynx out?

there does appear to be some sunshine in this midst
whilst the grandmothers float around, taking gossip calls.
and the mothers of the land become moths.

language

meek child. muted sense, trying to be sensible.

love day. love child.

love the rain and love the cold.

love the shrinking.

starvation

ultimately, its only your fault.
shut down is always so hectic and ice wind gives you brain freeze.
dont drink before you play.
give up money.
it shed some light, i let you complain..
the smell of burning reminds me of you now.
(22 days left). desperately burning.

don't let it bother you. i have this uncontrollable rage sometimes.

solar system

all and sundried

what a dump.

wet piss speckling down.

constant adrenaline. INABILITY TO LET F KING GO.

could a floorboard break and let me through? cos you all look, but im unapprochable.

we dont have any money. im left to count the calories.

a parrot in the midst, giving away your secrets. taking me away.

what a life.

committed to martyrdom, letting them all get away with it.

they are watching their father, maybe disgraced now. but later they'll be the same.

bloody pig. waiting for hours for one banana. late lunch. repetition. bank balances.

sympathy/ what a turn. slowly letting everyone down.