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....

Stop Breeding

'Stop breeding and you won't die', says Matt as
he slaps another moth between his palms.

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!!

easter crew

easter blossom

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!!!

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.

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?

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...

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.

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

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.

Lick the sun

Yes the new year is here again.

I have forsaken this blog due because of a

lack of a net connection in my new place.

Hopefully it will all be sorted soon enough and I can regale you with

my mighty wit and crazy diamond insights,,, yeah right.

In the meantime I suggest you do listen

to the spontaneous monologues I posted some time ago.



I will be back with a supply of fresh posts

once my net is up and running at home,

until then , adios mis amigos.

Kung Fu City

You have to eat the zinger the

nasty fat tower zinger.

Sat at a table next to the stained dirty wall.

It must be done.

Those shiny lights red and white

the zinger tower is inside.

Its gonna be in my insides.

Get off the bus and get in there.

Do it!!

I'm just a snotbag

divvy up the sandbags,

rest against the cold mud,

shit and blood and rot and rats.

skulls and chicken feathers,

hell and filth,

happy christmas.



_______________



a lighthouse beaming

white rocks and more cold water

creak and sneeze

swollen fists

Spanish Eddie

purple turkey



_______________





turn on the lights

dazzled and nausea

towels on the bathroom floor

radiator death

stray pube finger twitch

office party



_______________





A FAMILY

yes a fetid interweaving of

ageing genes

wrinkled skin

and tooth decay

bad breath

food and wine

down the gullet

and out the arse

togetherness once a year



_______________



okay I said I'd wait 'til

the cold was gone

I lied.

eat it or piss off

swollen neck

Ugh I've got some nasty

head cold swollen neck thing.



I'm not ill enough to stay in bed,

but I am not well enough to feel okay.



If you expect me to write anything half decent

you can forget it,



I'll be back when I am better.

from the cybercafe

Bleurgh,

Just moved house, so the faithful

grey box is banged up, out of sight

for a time.

Saturday was one long hard slog and

I was virtually horizontal by the end of it!!



Still, I had ticket to go and experience

Jeff Mills under some railway arches in London Bridge.

So I dragged my sorry arse down there.



I was a total wreck until Jeff took to the decks

and worked his magic. This guy is the most powerful

purveyor on sonic experimentation.

And I don't mean a poxy little experiment where you make a testtube

go fizz. I mean an alchemical spell where you take a crowd of

people and you give them the facility to change themselves into

all powerful magicians for the night. It is exhilarating, but also

frightening. The powers that can be unleashed must be treated with respect.

This is not for the feinthearted.

Still I was taken FULLY by the evenings proceedings.



Practising your tai chi whilst mills is on

the decks and after smoking something potent from a

fellow crowd member, can have very unforseen results.

I had to hold back and restrain myself, cause I was

very close to going too far, breaking through several

psychic/physical barriers

that I am really not properly prepared for.



Mills played a ten second excerpt from CASA and

I knew it was time to go home.



I'll leave it at that.



Except I'll just add these

three magic moves I learnt



Number 1.

Invisible man.



Number 2.

One leg out then in.



Number 3.

Hot thumb disc.

the sound of tulips part two

here is the full audio from an experiment
I carried out in summer 2002, following
up from a webpage I created in 2000 called
the sound of tulips.
Both experiments involved recording voice
into a microphone with absolutely no
idea of what was to be said prior to
starting. Spontaneous.
I think the results are mildly interesting,
and maybe revealing.
On occasion I use language that may be offensive
to some, so please don't listen if you are of the
sensitive kind.

Here they are in no particular order
apart from alphabetical...

anotherinstantmonologue

bond

fuckinpedoscum

grandpappy

i'llnever

I'm Hungry

mus'nt grumble

nutter


storyteller

thesheep

Tara, Goddess of the stars

SYNODEITIES: Ishtar (Babylonian), Terra, Earth Mother (Roman), Tara Mother Goddess (Druid), Tar Woman of Wisdom (Finland), Tarahumara ( Aztec).



I was once welcomed into a home in Kathmandu, Nepal.

The guy who invited me to his parents house had a cousin

or a sister there whose name was Tara.

They told me her name means 'star'.

She was very beautiful.

that hospital that library

it's a ward of peace,

three cuts on the abdomen,

3 pound fifty for the tv,

nurses tested you round the clock,

you got full love service,

for free,

god bless the en aitch mess,

you sure brush up good,

when the spotlight gives you a rest

___________________________



started today in the library,

took the reigns of the mystery,

issue,

discharge,

pay the fine,

or defer it to next time,

relax its not a crime,

plenty tea breaks,

were offered me,

shuffling books in a public gallery

is there a bladdy computer free?,

chill round the corner and wait you'll see,

kids got their story books,

old arabs and afros mumbling politics,

on the newspaper table,

I got to get the code right,

colours and alphabets,

shelve it smile,

can I volunteer to help the grannies?,

sure saffa babe,

just take this leaflet.

________________________



we played scrabble,

Zit was used twice,

and seth lost because

he didn't know

axe can be ax



I'll rig it so I win

The pig will race against the duck.



Goodnight