The face is strong with this one
Yes it’s a brand new Dumb-Ass Fairy Tale. No it doesn’t mean I’ve stopped being a miserable wanker.
A short time ago in a galaxy close, close to here…
…It is a time of uncivilised bores. Evil Mint Imperials are ruining people’s teeth. Rebellious dentists are sneaking into houses at night and replacing all sweets with gibbon shit as a mass experiment in…
I dreamt I was a Jedi and that Darth Vader kept changing from a very tall scary man to a dwarfish sort of chap with a stupid voice. He still knew things though, even in a TK Maxx changing room. The Force is strong with him. Even when the height isn’t.
Quite different from recent weeks of dreams in which I am dying, other people are dying, death stalks the land, hatred and…
Stupid sunshine: A cancer kiss of we’re so happy, We’re out spending money, We’re not drowning…
Yes it’s a Dumb-Ass Fairy Tale. No it doesn’t mean I’ve cheered up – wrote it weeks ago
There once was an ugly duckling. Like really pug-ugly. He wasn’t a cygnet who had accidentally ended up underneath a mother duck’s backside. No, he was a real duckling and he was uuuugleee. If ducks knew what an ugly stick was then the other ducks would have assumed he’d been whopped upside the head with one.
There are lies in the mouths of those who need,
Violence in the eyes of the hurt and hungry,
Broken teeth littered across the playroom floor
And why scrawled countless times upon the wall.
All life and no decay makes Jack a fantasy.
I am become melanoma, misery, misappropriation and malice.
I am ruin.
I am stones beaten down into sand mixed together to make concrete smashed apart to make ugly…
Nothing to see here. Nothing to be here. Nothing but me here and who gives a fuck what I think or I do?
Tumbling like a drowning dog inside a washing machine. Hating, raging, spewing out the insects and the scum that live within. Why the past? What chance the present? What’s the fucking point of days to come? Blood boiled dry. Flies sucking at my suppurated face. Hating.
Why don’t I write happier? Why don’t you fuck off back to Disneyland where all the other monocular cripples live? Spectacular…
Blackness continues to ooze inside my head. Anger continues to sit inside and beg me to take it out on someone, anyone.
Darkness descends. Outside a world of ribbon blue flies half to hell while most can only see the view.
Some days I wish I had neither the power of speech nor the faculty of hearing. When I was a child I could have done with being deaf, mute