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She’s the girl you hate to love; for she, you know, contains a kind of anti-oxygen that fills your diaphragm in the morning and doesn’t leave till you crawl into bed disfigured. crooked peices of furniture live in her mind and you seaminglessly become a piece, the only thing stopping you from leaving is sense of duty to a high order; the God of love. Who watches over your every...
I think I like sleeping too much. I look forward to the point in the day (around 6-7pm) when I can indulge in a enjoyable and pleasent and good NAP. But what is napping but engagement in frivolrous and childish gameplay? Am I not a Man? who Do i think I am? Napping? what a joke what a laugh? Am I dave the laugh? Or is it the universe who is doing the laughing. In this state of semi-slumber I let...
I was walking through a botanical garden with my boyfriend yesterday when we stopped by what can only have been the most ineluctably pure plant pot. It had a certain sheem to it. “Im just going to get an ice cream, pet, do you want a can of diet coke?” that was my boyfriend Phill, he was fresh from working all morning and was in good spirits despite a fairly serious argument we had had...
Down down down into the bottom of the plant pot the plant pot is infinite in this respect like certain objects mathematical but plant pots exist i have seen one in a garden hidden in the inner cortex of my cranium hides a memory … like them all… of a girl in a garden wearing what is a summer dress only described as such behind her head lays a plant pot which goes on...
How inappropriate to call this planet earth when it is quite clearly Ocean.– Sir Arthur C. Clarke (via crookedindifference)
The haunty inevitablilty of it all stared her in the face as she looked… down. At the milk in asda semi-skimmed skimmed only so much separating things, you’ve grown so accustomed to you can’t distinguish the blue of fattyness to the healthy green semi-done it’s glary in ASDA and everyone looks like they know what they’re doing or at least are in a …...
John sat down at his breakfast table at 9.00 am for a rather tame date with destiny. He had been retired for some time and the bones in his shins hurt when he walked down the stairs, his teeth where lost to the decades. Destiny sat opposite him with her glasses on her hair bedraggled as if she’d spent the night up working through some complex legal documents, drinking americanos and amusing...
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look at that in the distance what is it some kind of freight train? Im living on a freight train honey, a freight train of the mind and I’ve been living in the cavens full of steam and hot sweaty grind gears going three to a dollar feeling good and dying young like a horty shrew looking for a wankingtork
Keep having dreams where I meet one of my intellectual hero and favorite author Will Self. At the front of lecture room after some kind of presentation and then I make some remark which he cyclically disapproves of. Something wrong with my mind if even in my dreams I can’t make a good impression on someone I admire.
Sweep up all your sweets, put them in a plastic bag. I leave my sweets in a plastic bag Not knowing if you do too I put my sweets in a plastic bag Cover them in an aromatic glue One day some time from now I’ll eat my sweets and the glue Hoping, beyond hope to find some truth in the broken lemon shards and huba baloo maybe I’ll remember a song or a poem and when I go out...
Onty Peet was flying down the freeway at 6000 miles per second, circling the earth…once…twice… she was hidden in the back seat. stars were the question on her lips. He’d ripped a sheet of paper from a magazine and was applying it frantically to his wounds, like a rabid dog ” We’re going to make it baby! Just sit back there and sing me a song, an old song!”...
Just had an absurdly scary dream. bad times xx now I’m going to be tired all day Fucking Hell, hate my mind sometimes YOLO though xx I love and miss you all. I don’t like being alone
Sometimes feel as though being single for so long has left me arid in a desert looking for some self-confidence in the shell of a crab, the species of which is ocypode lonleyata, on a planet three giga-metres too close to inadequate town.
I just quickly on the subject of maggie; The reason I loathe her most perhaps. It’s thought that she was a great ideologue and her free-market economics, globalized capitalism and de-regulation so on were part of her conviction, she was a big “conviction politician” so they say, this is actually the opposite of the truth. The Conservative party of the day actually was entirely...
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So it is, actually, money is the only thing that can buy you love. No, I don’t care too much for money, money can buy you love. Don’t buy me love buy me a nice jumper and some soup. Although the sun lays round the corner with baited breathe, winter looms and space is freezing. Buy me loneliness and an eternal sleep. Buy me red paint and emptiness, a small town at 5 am. Can we prove...
I cannot stand this kind of culture we’re enduring in the U.K today. A kind of paranoia about the behavior of other people, especially in terms of benefit recipients. Looking at any tabloid newspaper and the front page will have something to the effect of “Fraudsters wages to be seized in new benefit cut-down” or some shit like that. As though the incredibly poor and disabled and...
The plastic seems of my stress-ball flex this way and that, concave-convex, convex-concave. I’m reminded of the ocean from some primordial depth of sub-conscious, I haven’t been to the sea-side for years! I pull on my t-shirt and -relight the dooby from the dooby ash tray. I pace the apartment looking up and down, the sully white-washed ceiling, the mahogany floor-boards. Yeah, I get...
The NHS is being privatised son. time for a...
So is everyone ready for the whimsy-hedonist disregard for our health to be changed to the constant paranoid anxiety as from a national health service to the US model of private health care? Convenient is it not? that the entire country is suffering from an effective alcoholism or smokes or breathes. Because we are the new shampoo, the new anti-oxidant face wash, the brand new car. To be sold in...
littleappleoftheearth: Whiskey, Whiskey, Old friend of mine, So much insight at only ten years of age, Whiskey, Whiskey, Where did we go wrong, Maybe it’s the time you spent alone that made you so wise, Whiskey, Whiskey, You’re like the guy my mam doesn’t want me to be friends with, But I fear that we’re meant to be together, Whiskey, Hidden in the back, You can’t hide from me.
The pencil on my desk is wide-eyed it implores me to be serious be serious please the dodo in the dojo is dying from fumes and freedom lying on a table fucking hell mate let’s go on a date … somewhere where the weather is still shit and you’re still shit
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“They do not know it, but they are doing it” an elementary but devastating definition of ideology from marx’s Kapital. We do not know it but we are doing it. Rather the case may be, I am doing something precisely because I do not know what it is. So what is it, the truth is I cannot ever know. Yes, it is late capitalism, yes it is a kind of technocratic faux-democracy perhaps....
The seven circles of Primark
9:30 am, Primark. I go through the plastic shop-lifting detectors and into a world of unknown joy, entering the end-zone. 7,046 shoppers inside, almost ¾ its capacity. I’ve got a tenner I found on the moon, I just want a nice pair of jeans. I’m starting to sweat as I walk through the piles of clothes, 25 foot high. About 2km into the shop I start to notice a predator on my periphery. It is a...
What dee ya email me 4?oz it cuz u luv me honey it u forgot aboot be4 Wen tings were different u cin my mem-or-ree there is streetlamps nd sand dunes(ur boody pressed 2 mine) so wut u email me 4? I’m afraid the truth is Ye dinnae give a tossur not bothered 2 much but I feel echoes in my mindof your voice clamped. doon.
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It’s just me against the world
The 58 arrived on time and the driver was fat and sucked on his tab like it was his lovers poorly thumb. Id put on some joggers and a hoodie and a jacket this morning, not bothering to look particularly, I was in a provincial English town, which unsurprisingly, subscribed to a kind of consumerist morality. I swipe my old man qualification through the bus cash fandada. Not failing to notice the...
The three of them sat in obvious frustration as the S.U.V went on through the landscape, relentless. Jonah drove. Thinking of the fuel and of the passengers. This world was too green and yet it felt like a desert. They were alone and the car went on. Landscape seemed to posses them and it’s in their eyes. Way above Earth is not the same Jonah thought of the girl in the passenger seat, Elin....
The size and nature of things hounded her like some great auspicious monolith, taking every from her and leaving some ghosts of herself. Sadistic in its way of making her believe she had something, she was going somewhere, everything is going to be okay, this person makes me okay, but nothing was left and it goes on. She felt so stupid.