Wednesday, June 28, 2006


Did I go somewhere?
Did something happen?

I screen name is my privacy/ ok / allowed / unfair

Justice is Might


My Jim / Jism

Clangers in bang lids shocker



James Dean was a twat

I'll slick it
will you?

Girls On Film


or the guts explode

the stomach acid is rising
the raw aesophagal tract is
burning just for you my
dainty lover
my sweet drooping flower
round things
hair is good
but not too much
fiddlers and bows
again and again
so much sunlight at dawns crack
but the gut with pizza clogs
the neckfull
the dry and full the arms free
index fingers outstreched like body antenna
lined up the shoulder in
perfect symmetry the spine and head
these empty arms
in the centre my digestive tract
eat it all up
in a rush
index fingers feel more they are
picking up the pipes of peace
they register
they aim to feed but the mouth is clumsy
it is the devourer
we don't photosynthesize
nor do we reproduce in the conventional monkey way

so what gives?
no morning milk bottles
no sir sireeee
consume it crap it
baby are you one?
you can't always get the twonk

the golden turd awaits
I love you my darling
these arms of mine

Tuesday, June 06, 2006

Not Dead Yet

No still here,
Ol Wispy.
In the sun where life is much much worse,
and I'm still hungry.

Ta da!!!

That was the rabbit out of hat.
But you couldn't see.
I'm good at tricks.
Sawing women in half.
Stopping people from talking in their tracks.
Various twisted subliminal tricks I get away
with with a big smile and the fact I rarely realise
that I am doing them.
It's the devil I tells ya.
Jesus and the Deal.
That's who we are dealing with.
The eternal internal fisticuffs tween
Good Choir Boys ANd fILTHY mC tWIST pRIESTS

Knowing this and that deceit is
part of the Desmond Morris school of completely
normal human behaviour.
We musn't feel guilty about our tricksy selfinterested
Cause those smiles and winks and hugs do do
some good even though we are but devils in disguise.