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Another Wednesday. Another escapade in sitting in a therapist’s chair pouring out my bleeding heart and feeling worse on leaving lurks at the fringes of the morning. Like, wow, whoopee! I’m such a clever fuck. I choose to do this shit.
So let’s anti-party like it’s 1991, slam Nevermind on the CD player (yes, infants, I still have one of those, I’m from neolithic times), dress…
Been mentally tinkering with catch-all, alleged psycho-sociological definitions of modern males and began some mild research into definitions of Alpha, Beta, Gamma and Delta males.
The Soup Dragon doesn’t get quite so many visitors now humans have killed off those illiterate, swanee-whistling Clangers.
A Dumb-Ass Fairy Tale? If you like.
Once upon a time the ethics and morality of a culture was exclusively dependent upon acquired custom. If a tribal leader decreed that Sundays were the correct day for washing one’s underwear then not to wash one’s underwear on a Sunday was…
No to things.
No more things.
Down with things.
Down with other things in which to keep things.
And stuff can fuck off
While it’s at it.
Too much stuff.
Not enough no stuff.
The most annoying thing about having to be up at fuck-ass o’clock for a hospital check up is having to be up at fuck-ass o’clock.
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…