Ya Boo
Keep it fresh
like a bowl of pooh.
Found an egg carton in the front garden
Full of human shit
Someone must have tossed it
Over the hedge
Couldn't you try drinking warm milk
It's a cure for insomnia
the Devils Disease
torrent blackened eyeball craters
lungs radiated
balls all gone a sterile
limp dick porn drained
shrinking night by insomniac night
music is my life and it sends me thru the vibe
thru the vibe
zooming in on a daisy stem in the garden
little hairs tiny hairs bending flower
stem hairs
translucent
the grass is warm, sky blue
a few seconds of smells sounds and birdsong
then back to this screen glued
back glued back
tap the keys
be transhuman what a great future
inhuman inhuman
blog with the inhuman bloggers
again and again
more and millions more
do it repeat it
fuck it fuck it fuck it
what is the result?
what is the result?
what is the result?
zero zero zero.
just do it again
and again and again
something is sure to happen.
there is life in this somewhere.
the bloggers hope against the
dark knowledge that this is all
some satanic plot to keep the synapses
occupied while the world is divvied up.
the real airwaves and telepathic physical
subtle routes that have served humanity for millenia
are left by the wayside as we are channelled
into this poppy scented poison world of blogging, torrenting
, recording.
AS IF AS IF.
Saturday, April 30, 2005
Thursday, April 28, 2005
Twangle Frent
Just listening to Twangle Frent by muziq.
Until now I never knew it was called Twangle Frent since my
old black label vinyl copy had no track titles.
Getting flashbacks to the mid 90's.
Ach there's a wee tear forming in the corner of
my dried out monitor ray-bruised eye.
It makes me think of pacing around grey streets in Essex towns.
Chelmsford in 1994, and Colchester in 1998.
Not much going for me there.
Even less now I am sat arse stuck, inner tyre, no vent,
constricted gullet, switched off, brain dead, caged beast,
to and fro, like those lemmings went back and forth, til I set off the nuclear blast.
But I wasn't to know that then.
It makes me feel all Twangle Frent.
Until now I never knew it was called Twangle Frent since my
old black label vinyl copy had no track titles.
Getting flashbacks to the mid 90's.
Ach there's a wee tear forming in the corner of
my dried out monitor ray-bruised eye.
It makes me think of pacing around grey streets in Essex towns.
Chelmsford in 1994, and Colchester in 1998.
Not much going for me there.
Even less now I am sat arse stuck, inner tyre, no vent,
constricted gullet, switched off, brain dead, caged beast,
to and fro, like those lemmings went back and forth, til I set off the nuclear blast.
But I wasn't to know that then.
It makes me feel all Twangle Frent.
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
This is my theory of the state of the art.
This is my theory of the state of the art.
If you wanna be one, then go out and do it.
But what is it you want?
Immortality? Superiority? Admiration?
To be an art person you have to show off.
Bubble and squeak in a diamond casket.
Trails of your arse wipe psychobabble in a
glistening stream around smoothed pebbles.
Touché away with flame thrown beyond our
city's ether.
A goblet of the finest red wine in the
hands of the slave drivers. Is that what it is
to feel like an artist? Those beings of taste
with their cash and deadly abandon of
values. Do you make pure smooth fascistic
art for them? Is that your ambition?
No, but that is your action. To turn from
the false energy of hate is one thing, but
to be apathetic, and accepting is a curse
we must escape.
My children and characters be vibrant
and calm. Add colour and mind into your
spontanaeous expressions. Deliver them to
the people. Dont use galleries and the
patronisation of fascistic advertising
agencies. That is not your medium. You
have been kissing too many toads.
Are you grasping the vacant modern?
Or are you seeking the rich disguise of
our past's failures? Dont be ignorant of
your careless falls from grace into the
realms of ridiculous contradictory
ideologies.
Matt King 1998
If you wanna be one, then go out and do it.
But what is it you want?
Immortality? Superiority? Admiration?
To be an art person you have to show off.
Bubble and squeak in a diamond casket.
Trails of your arse wipe psychobabble in a
glistening stream around smoothed pebbles.
Touché away with flame thrown beyond our
city's ether.
A goblet of the finest red wine in the
hands of the slave drivers. Is that what it is
to feel like an artist? Those beings of taste
with their cash and deadly abandon of
values. Do you make pure smooth fascistic
art for them? Is that your ambition?
No, but that is your action. To turn from
the false energy of hate is one thing, but
to be apathetic, and accepting is a curse
we must escape.
My children and characters be vibrant
and calm. Add colour and mind into your
spontanaeous expressions. Deliver them to
the people. Dont use galleries and the
patronisation of fascistic advertising
agencies. That is not your medium. You
have been kissing too many toads.
Are you grasping the vacant modern?
Or are you seeking the rich disguise of
our past's failures? Dont be ignorant of
your careless falls from grace into the
realms of ridiculous contradictory
ideologies.
Matt King 1998
Matt King's unbelievable hype
PART ONE: My underpants witnessed a future zombie implosion. A text transmission from a velvety boxer pair. Lying crumpled on a duvet while I am away slaving,Sound vibrations felt by my m+s grundies, "MMMMIIIIAAAOOOWWWW" followed by, "WWWOOOOOFFFF WWWOOOOFFF"
PART TWO: Mint aero eggs are not gewy. A vile division of green bubbles. An egg which always cracks straight down the middle. Oh what lack of vision.
PART THREE: Your imbecilic gesture turned me on. I was agog and humoured and finally enflamed by you and your behaviour. Your po mo grin brought out the razor in me.Thanks for pampering my delusions.
CLEVER CRAP she asks and I strike back with this...
Do you nerd trip wasters batter me ever in waster zones unseen? Are your unkempt weed grown philosophies a sack cloth full of bricks while the kitten squeals in pain by the canal side? And shame on the banquet givers. Your glorification of past's neglectors and false sufferers steam over your second eyelids.I'm gonna fuck you over with a kick jerk fist fly swivel dance moveconnecting and newtons third law as our precise but improvised rebounding energies show us the way hey and when we are rolling where are you at? Is it still a game, a style niche for you. Grow up and be clear sighted through your still present young eyes. An eternal state with no ups and downs. Man o man you can and blast the balls with the womb keepers. YYIIPPEEE,MMMIIIAAAOOWWW WWWOOOOFFFF and I'm outta here. Love matty king the unbelievable hypster. 1998
PART TWO: Mint aero eggs are not gewy. A vile division of green bubbles. An egg which always cracks straight down the middle. Oh what lack of vision.
PART THREE: Your imbecilic gesture turned me on. I was agog and humoured and finally enflamed by you and your behaviour. Your po mo grin brought out the razor in me.Thanks for pampering my delusions.
CLEVER CRAP she asks and I strike back with this...
Do you nerd trip wasters batter me ever in waster zones unseen? Are your unkempt weed grown philosophies a sack cloth full of bricks while the kitten squeals in pain by the canal side? And shame on the banquet givers. Your glorification of past's neglectors and false sufferers steam over your second eyelids.I'm gonna fuck you over with a kick jerk fist fly swivel dance moveconnecting and newtons third law as our precise but improvised rebounding energies show us the way hey and when we are rolling where are you at? Is it still a game, a style niche for you. Grow up and be clear sighted through your still present young eyes. An eternal state with no ups and downs. Man o man you can and blast the balls with the womb keepers. YYIIPPEEE,MMMIIIAAAOOWWW WWWOOOOFFFF and I'm outta here. Love matty king the unbelievable hypster. 1998
La luna del otoño
Autumn Moon
My complaint of the winter curse
Seas gentle,
A peace within.
Turbulence above the still deep.
Coloured fish,
Black in the inky dark
In verse this waning disc,
Transports me to and fro.
And I shall will it to cease,
Eventually.
With one fist clenched to earth,
The other open to sky
And my eyes one closed and one open.
But until then the travelling disc,
In movement shades the striking contrasts,
As we shuffle on,
Obeying its mighty joy.
My complaint of the winter curse
Seas gentle,
A peace within.
Turbulence above the still deep.
Coloured fish,
Black in the inky dark
In verse this waning disc,
Transports me to and fro.
And I shall will it to cease,
Eventually.
With one fist clenched to earth,
The other open to sky
And my eyes one closed and one open.
But until then the travelling disc,
In movement shades the striking contrasts,
As we shuffle on,
Obeying its mighty joy.
Wednesday, April 20, 2005
Juana Molina is a Genius!!!
I just came back from seeing Juana Molina at the Queen Elizabeth Hall , London.
It was a really great show, she plays like a one woman band
acoustic guitar and synth/keyboard then recording loops on keyboard guit vocal and then getting them looping and doing more singing on top, using voice filters and everything.
Really individual singer song writer, definitely worth checking out, quite a mellow sound but underneath it she is well off the wall.
Suddenly starts barking like a dog and going all over the place. The songs from the albums really get expanded on and changed in a live setting with very different endings and new musical experiments.
Its a quiet quirky sound but very well controlled ; she is in control of the sequence of all the songs adding and subtracting the sounds from the mix mid-song using footpedals and the like. Really impressive shit. She will be touring USA and Canada soon, so go and check her out.
That really was a cool show, and she was sick as well.
Her voice was a bit messed up but she battled thru.
Here are the upcoming dates.
April 26th
Hanbury Ballroom
83 St George Road - Brighton
info@meltingvinyl.co.uk
April 30th
St Bride's Centre - Triptych Festival
Orwell street - Edinburgh
www.betterdays.co.uk
May 1st
Tron Theatre - Tryptich Festival
Albion St - Glasgow
www.betterdays.co.uk
June 7th
Underground at Stage Two
202 Market Street - Harrisburg
www.whitakercenter.org
June 8th
Andy Warhol Museum
117 Sandusky Street - Pittsburgh
www.warhol.org
June 9th
Joe's Pub
425 Lafayette - New York
www.publictheater.org
June 10th
Museum of Fine Arts
465 Huntington ave. - Boston
www.mfa.org/concerts
June 11th
Max of Eastman Place - Rochester Jazz Festival
24 Gibbs Street - Rochester
www.rochesterjazz.com
June 12ve
Legendary Horseshoe Tavern
370 Queen Street West - Toronto
www.atgconcerts.com
June 13th
Hothouse
31 E. Balbo - Chicago
www.hothouse.net
June 15th
The Tractor Tavern
5213 Ballard Avenue NW - Seattle
www.tractortavern.com
June 17th
Knitting Factory LA
7021 Hollywood Blvd. - Los Angeles
www.knittingfactory.com
June 18th
Casbah
2501 Kettner Blvd. - San Diego
www.thecasbah.com
June 19th
The Parish
214 E 6th Street, Austin
www.theparishroom.com
July 8th
Club Soda - Montreal Jazz Festival
1225 St. Laurent - Montreal
www.clubsoda.ca
It was a really great show, she plays like a one woman band
acoustic guitar and synth/keyboard then recording loops on keyboard guit vocal and then getting them looping and doing more singing on top, using voice filters and everything.
Really individual singer song writer, definitely worth checking out, quite a mellow sound but underneath it she is well off the wall.
Suddenly starts barking like a dog and going all over the place. The songs from the albums really get expanded on and changed in a live setting with very different endings and new musical experiments.
Its a quiet quirky sound but very well controlled ; she is in control of the sequence of all the songs adding and subtracting the sounds from the mix mid-song using footpedals and the like. Really impressive shit. She will be touring USA and Canada soon, so go and check her out.
That really was a cool show, and she was sick as well.
Her voice was a bit messed up but she battled thru.
Here are the upcoming dates.
April 26th
Hanbury Ballroom
83 St George Road - Brighton
info@meltingvinyl.co.uk
April 30th
St Bride's Centre - Triptych Festival
Orwell street - Edinburgh
www.betterdays.co.uk
May 1st
Tron Theatre - Tryptich Festival
Albion St - Glasgow
www.betterdays.co.uk
June 7th
Underground at Stage Two
202 Market Street - Harrisburg
www.whitakercenter.org
June 8th
Andy Warhol Museum
117 Sandusky Street - Pittsburgh
www.warhol.org
June 9th
Joe's Pub
425 Lafayette - New York
www.publictheater.org
June 10th
Museum of Fine Arts
465 Huntington ave. - Boston
www.mfa.org/concerts
June 11th
Max of Eastman Place - Rochester Jazz Festival
24 Gibbs Street - Rochester
www.rochesterjazz.com
June 12ve
Legendary Horseshoe Tavern
370 Queen Street West - Toronto
www.atgconcerts.com
June 13th
Hothouse
31 E. Balbo - Chicago
www.hothouse.net
June 15th
The Tractor Tavern
5213 Ballard Avenue NW - Seattle
www.tractortavern.com
June 17th
Knitting Factory LA
7021 Hollywood Blvd. - Los Angeles
www.knittingfactory.com
June 18th
Casbah
2501 Kettner Blvd. - San Diego
www.thecasbah.com
June 19th
The Parish
214 E 6th Street, Austin
www.theparishroom.com
July 8th
Club Soda - Montreal Jazz Festival
1225 St. Laurent - Montreal
www.clubsoda.ca
Sunday, April 17, 2005
The Decadent West: DW Vs. Five Year Olds: Bring It On, Motherfuckers
The Decadent West: DW Vs. Five Year Olds: Bring It On, Motherfuckers
I don't normally direct link to other peoples blog entries
but this one deserves its own special place....
I don't normally direct link to other peoples blog entries
but this one deserves its own special place....
Thursday, April 14, 2005
Stop Breeding
'Stop breeding and you won't die', says Matt as
he slaps another moth between his palms.
he slaps another moth between his palms.
Monday, April 04, 2005
the absent machine
written by me the saturday before
september 11th 2001
[part one]
Cursing the wastrel Vendor
Climbing the absent
forging the testy Uncle
like squalid lemon dropping foam dodgers
and unsinking the plug
from a psychotic shipwrecking whirlpool
I unglaze the option choice venue
to slip astroturf dog wielding digit mongers
[part two]
a dime
for yr crime
in hell
I yell
we play when you pay
with smurf shit 4 brains
I exclaim
our readers need pleaders
of design subverters
smellers cheaters ahead becomers
digit fresh plastic ice wire places
the romance of hell is an
advert of heaven and the
flow of the damned is
a stationary treadmill
assembled in place with
ever upgraded models
working the wheels of
an absent machine
A loin cloth
SpaceSuit
3 ARROWS
3 SAUCERS (FLYING)
3 TREES (FELLED)
[part three]
the absent machine
we keep clean
with grease and oil
the blood sweat and tears
are washed away
electricity so clean as
the future
in striking dazzles a
sign to believe in
BUT awesome force should not
be our leader
Time away from the dazzling lights
can put right the flickering switches
within the mind. It quiets it stills
It fears it searches for the
extra electrical stimulation.
But eventually it rediscovers the
narrow vent into its own mysterious
origin. It slowly enters the darkned
crack and sees a Space of all time
or no time
Therein desire and need are left
outside to work the absent machine.
There in an animal state
an earth state
BIOTCH!!
september 11th 2001
[part one]
Cursing the wastrel Vendor
Climbing the absent
forging the testy Uncle
like squalid lemon dropping foam dodgers
and unsinking the plug
from a psychotic shipwrecking whirlpool
I unglaze the option choice venue
to slip astroturf dog wielding digit mongers
[part two]
a dime
for yr crime
in hell
I yell
we play when you pay
with smurf shit 4 brains
I exclaim
our readers need pleaders
of design subverters
smellers cheaters ahead becomers
digit fresh plastic ice wire places
the romance of hell is an
advert of heaven and the
flow of the damned is
a stationary treadmill
assembled in place with
ever upgraded models
working the wheels of
an absent machine
A loin cloth
SpaceSuit
3 ARROWS
3 SAUCERS (FLYING)
3 TREES (FELLED)
[part three]
the absent machine
we keep clean
with grease and oil
the blood sweat and tears
are washed away
electricity so clean as
the future
in striking dazzles a
sign to believe in
BUT awesome force should not
be our leader
Time away from the dazzling lights
can put right the flickering switches
within the mind. It quiets it stills
It fears it searches for the
extra electrical stimulation.
But eventually it rediscovers the
narrow vent into its own mysterious
origin. It slowly enters the darkned
crack and sees a Space of all time
or no time
Therein desire and need are left
outside to work the absent machine.
There in an animal state
an earth state
BIOTCH!!
Thursday, March 31, 2005
Sunday, March 20, 2005
Good God
Visitor Q
Dreamcast Emulation
La Belle Epoque
synthesis of food
red hot and cold
my face is not mine
neck throat death
I want to kick punch and scream
the filth is mounting up
spring has arrived and I am not ready
how many tangerines?
how much sleep?
how many inhalations?
I despise the fact that my self is so
full of this shit
What does it want with me???
Be gone I say
Be gone, go and kill a granny
You won't kill me
Stop wasting your time.
GO NOW!!!
Dreamcast Emulation
La Belle Epoque
synthesis of food
red hot and cold
my face is not mine
neck throat death
I want to kick punch and scream
the filth is mounting up
spring has arrived and I am not ready
how many tangerines?
how much sleep?
how many inhalations?
I despise the fact that my self is so
full of this shit
What does it want with me???
Be gone I say
Be gone, go and kill a granny
You won't kill me
Stop wasting your time.
GO NOW!!!
Tuesday, March 08, 2005
I taught English today
Despite the nerves and jitters
that I suffered this past week
I dood it
right on
well done
congrats
fenomenal
estupendo
and so on...
and I tell you something
its really quite a nice thing to do
I met a bunch of people from
all over the world
Lithuania,
Russia,
Poland
Basque Country (she didn't want to say Spain),
Colombia,
France,
Italy,
Korea,
and Japan.
so anyhow for the next few weeks
I'll be meeting these folk regularly
on tuesday and thursday nights.
They get free classes and we
practice being English language teachers.
A good deal for both of us I reckon...
Don't worry ,I won't be recommending that they read
CWOAI as part of their English grammar homework.
that I suffered this past week
I dood it
right on
well done
congrats
fenomenal
estupendo
and so on...
and I tell you something
its really quite a nice thing to do
I met a bunch of people from
all over the world
Lithuania,
Russia,
Poland
Basque Country (she didn't want to say Spain),
Colombia,
France,
Italy,
Korea,
and Japan.
so anyhow for the next few weeks
I'll be meeting these folk regularly
on tuesday and thursday nights.
They get free classes and we
practice being English language teachers.
A good deal for both of us I reckon...
Don't worry ,I won't be recommending that they read
CWOAI as part of their English grammar homework.
Wednesday, March 02, 2005
What is " UK Grime "?
This is my investigation into the new sound
that is being rinsed all over this fair land from car stereos.
My first port of call is flipside radio.
I sneegled a flash of the UK Grime soulseek room,
and this site was propped.
*News Flash*
Just heard that Jamie Oliver, the wanker tv chef, has been nushing up some UK Grime beats with some 5th years he met while doing the latest "School Dinners" show. Wow, UK Grime is so underground it hit the mainstream falling back down from the stars just above Australia!!!
Anyway the flipside radio website is about to be loaded. Let me pump up the volume,
..... well after a crappy little intro I now have to wait ages for another
bit of flash to load. Jus let me at da beetz, fr krysss!!
Now it wont play on my real player 56k intranection.
VASS ist LOS? (if you ken my Kraut)
That fat tongued cu*t Oliver is ahead of me in
the UK Grime game,
I gotta get better, sorry readers I am seriously losing
it here.
Stay tuned for the highup on da new sound of the over air, cause you know the grime is gonna be ahead of time.
Its Risky, well Risky (that is 1,000 RMs(roman miles) beyond Safe), you get me?
that is being rinsed all over this fair land from car stereos.
My first port of call is flipside radio.
I sneegled a flash of the UK Grime soulseek room,
and this site was propped.
*News Flash*
Just heard that Jamie Oliver, the wanker tv chef, has been nushing up some UK Grime beats with some 5th years he met while doing the latest "School Dinners" show. Wow, UK Grime is so underground it hit the mainstream falling back down from the stars just above Australia!!!
Anyway the flipside radio website is about to be loaded. Let me pump up the volume,
..... well after a crappy little intro I now have to wait ages for another
bit of flash to load. Jus let me at da beetz, fr krysss!!
Now it wont play on my real player 56k intranection.
VASS ist LOS? (if you ken my Kraut)
That fat tongued cu*t Oliver is ahead of me in
the UK Grime game,
I gotta get better, sorry readers I am seriously losing
it here.
Stay tuned for the highup on da new sound of the over air, cause you know the grime is gonna be ahead of time.
Its Risky, well Risky (that is 1,000 RMs(roman miles) beyond Safe), you get me?
Monday, February 28, 2005
wading through it
the murk,
the grime,
one step takes time,
the cold
the slime
slip and its over big time!!!
no its not,
it never begun
you thought you were having all the fun
eating and shitting, pissing it through
vermin gnawing at the wooly socks
all along reminding you
that the time would come
when it begins to feel real
you didn't join in with us
what you gonna do now huh?
what you gonna do now huh?
you fuck
you fucked it
huh! Huh!
yeah right leave it out
s'all nonsense innit?
whatchoo-onabout?
You fink I dunno
about the glitzy touch of warmth
the pillows and presents
and pets and darlings
fink I been sitting by
in a spaced out hollow?
need a shake by the scruff?
need a blow from the bellow?
no not me
like the tree branches hazy
I give strength, I give support
yet I grow and keep growing high
all black and dark during winter
long seasons of dread
watching foxes owls squirrels rats
search for a bed.
I give leaves twigs branches hollows
blossom fruit shade bark life
I have ants to scratch my itches
and mould to keep me moist
did I ask you to judge me?
did I ask you to point?
want to tell me I've lost the way
well in a way I have
lost lost lost
with the techno and rhymes
the beats and the jazz
the aching heart and guitar strum
the voice of pain and richness love
singing sounds of the vision
point the finger at the sky
blue sky grey sky cloud
cracks open
point one finger
point one finger
and say no more...
the grime,
one step takes time,
the cold
the slime
slip and its over big time!!!
no its not,
it never begun
you thought you were having all the fun
eating and shitting, pissing it through
vermin gnawing at the wooly socks
all along reminding you
that the time would come
when it begins to feel real
you didn't join in with us
what you gonna do now huh?
what you gonna do now huh?
you fuck
you fucked it
huh! Huh!
yeah right leave it out
s'all nonsense innit?
whatchoo-onabout?
You fink I dunno
about the glitzy touch of warmth
the pillows and presents
and pets and darlings
fink I been sitting by
in a spaced out hollow?
need a shake by the scruff?
need a blow from the bellow?
no not me
like the tree branches hazy
I give strength, I give support
yet I grow and keep growing high
all black and dark during winter
long seasons of dread
watching foxes owls squirrels rats
search for a bed.
I give leaves twigs branches hollows
blossom fruit shade bark life
I have ants to scratch my itches
and mould to keep me moist
did I ask you to judge me?
did I ask you to point?
want to tell me I've lost the way
well in a way I have
lost lost lost
with the techno and rhymes
the beats and the jazz
the aching heart and guitar strum
the voice of pain and richness love
singing sounds of the vision
point the finger at the sky
blue sky grey sky cloud
cracks open
point one finger
point one finger
and say no more...
Sunday, February 27, 2005
put your ear to my wall
What would you hear?
Me stumbling from room to room
tripping over newspapers and other untidy obstructions.
Plunging the blocked sink over and over again.
Flicking on the tv and watching the odd thing .
Tuning in the radio while I cook or plunge the
fucking sink again.
Turning them off again.
A kettle boiling.
The bleep of a nokia.
Coughing up of flem and me spitting it into the toilet or
a mug chosen to receive the gunk.
Ripping off of a piece of toilet paper and me blowing
my nose into it.
When I wake up in the morning I hear the sounds
of birds singing outside. They always sing beautifully.
No walled-in sick and neurotic coughs and bangs from them.
Me stumbling from room to room
tripping over newspapers and other untidy obstructions.
Plunging the blocked sink over and over again.
Flicking on the tv and watching the odd thing .
Tuning in the radio while I cook or plunge the
fucking sink again.
Turning them off again.
A kettle boiling.
The bleep of a nokia.
Coughing up of flem and me spitting it into the toilet or
a mug chosen to receive the gunk.
Ripping off of a piece of toilet paper and me blowing
my nose into it.
When I wake up in the morning I hear the sounds
of birds singing outside. They always sing beautifully.
No walled-in sick and neurotic coughs and bangs from them.
Thursday, February 24, 2005
sore throated again
God, my throat is burning burning burning!!!
Still, never mind all that, I am here writing sweet nothings again.
Here at my favourite place, child without an eye.
So much news,
so many things to tell myself
and this page of bytes all lit up as words.
Curly words, straight lines of nothing.
Empty hollows. Odds and evens.
Where to begin?
Where to end?
It will all end in tears, thats a given.
I will swallow on this wretched winter eve.
Throw in a few key words.
Hunter S Thompson.
That cunt from BabyShambles.
The Pope almost on a rope.
Dresden and Auschwitz.
Back to the room.
I do sneeze loudly, sorry neighbours.
A danish croissant or sunburnt crossed bun?
^^^ thats a riddle.
Hot bath, didn't work,
gargle salt water, did'nt work
ginger and garlic, didn't work
fresh clementines, didn't work
vits and cod liver oil, didn't work
They are not meant to,
I subconciously get into these foul viral states
so that I'll sit at this bladerunner screen
and add more entries to this shit trawlers guide
to the the englishxy.
so read 'em and weep.
you want to know about the minutiae of
anothers life?
or do you want to slide around bellystyle on the
frisbee hovercraft xenon slipstream?
stick around as I slowly find out
what the buttons on this craft do
Still, never mind all that, I am here writing sweet nothings again.
Here at my favourite place, child without an eye.
So much news,
so many things to tell myself
and this page of bytes all lit up as words.
Curly words, straight lines of nothing.
Empty hollows. Odds and evens.
Where to begin?
Where to end?
It will all end in tears, thats a given.
I will swallow on this wretched winter eve.
Throw in a few key words.
Hunter S Thompson.
That cunt from BabyShambles.
The Pope almost on a rope.
Dresden and Auschwitz.
Back to the room.
I do sneeze loudly, sorry neighbours.
A danish croissant or sunburnt crossed bun?
^^^ thats a riddle.
Hot bath, didn't work,
gargle salt water, did'nt work
ginger and garlic, didn't work
fresh clementines, didn't work
vits and cod liver oil, didn't work
They are not meant to,
I subconciously get into these foul viral states
so that I'll sit at this bladerunner screen
and add more entries to this shit trawlers guide
to the the englishxy.
so read 'em and weep.
you want to know about the minutiae of
anothers life?
or do you want to slide around bellystyle on the
frisbee hovercraft xenon slipstream?
stick around as I slowly find out
what the buttons on this craft do
Thursday, February 17, 2005
post from bulldog hell
so this dreadful ripoff company calling
themselves bulldog broadband have ensnared me
in the longest wait for an internet setup
I have ever experienced...
I am still updating this blog from an internet cafe.
ah well, serves me right for trying the "too cheap to be true" option.
themselves bulldog broadband have ensnared me
in the longest wait for an internet setup
I have ever experienced...
I am still updating this blog from an internet cafe.
ah well, serves me right for trying the "too cheap to be true" option.
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