I remember them golden olden days when every1 had a job, & wrong uns were suitably savagely dealt with by straightforwardly forming a mob. & all the terrorists wore balaclavas & the carrots had polka dots, life was so much simpler life was a flower but not a boring rose - no fuck that - a forget-me-not x ...
Poetry
100 & 1% quackless
An autumnal evening quite mild yet misty down by the riverbank willow thought's wispy. I wonder where the ducks have gone & maybe I should too? Are they on the Astral Plane? Haven't gotta clue. Maybe it's Duck Vanish Magic? Maybe they turn into owls? A-E-O-U-I-O-E-A - fuck knows & pardon my vowels ...
critical-utopian monkey spunk
In the kingdom of the blind everybody fumbles, meanwhile in the mindscape the filing system: Jumbled. Mustn't but grumble as blessed are the oblique, raspberry jam, exosphere - there's wisdom in this speak. Asphalt harpie felch, ride a white kelpie squelch traces of places dispersed on scattered ground, critical-utopian monkey spunk monkey spunk I know that there is gnosis here just waiting to be found ...
bollocks to it…
There are 20,000 leaves under the tree - heaps of the dead now all shed seasonally. & mist - it often stays all day as old-cold takes effect but some folk never feel these changes - cheer up, Winter's next x ...
tangent management
Tangent management classes they aim to brain-in dee tours with optional swings & see saws & views which help you see more. Tangent management classes are teeming with topics abound from proper inane to profound they cover a lot of ground ...
some lines on migraines, the sea & genocide
A tiny minor migraine can still irk incessantly like genocide or the sea - ultima-shits all 3. Now the sea it never shuts up plus it's expanding all the time & genocide's 1 o' my least favourite war crimes - so today I'll make a shrine & pray for their decline ...
hard evidence
Today I asked a pavement where all its cracks wind-up like 'What's on the other side?' 'Fuck all' It replied. Now mother used to warn me don't chat shat with strange concrete but I doubt she'd be annoyed if she too had proof of THE VOID (!) ...
1 hope thing
my 1 hope is to live on a canal boat with an antelope & the Pope. We'd play dead & then sculpt dinosaurs out of bars of soap. It has to be a very arty antelope ...
probably years ago now…
I once briefly saw Autumn on the brow of a hill - wreakin' off moist decay & neckin' strong scrumpy. In a long coat formed from dead leaves & fungi covering short legs - so I shouted 'Oi! Stumpy' & then he just vanished, but it was definitely him ...
blandytis outbreak
it all began with a boring sneeze - air borne yawn germs in a light breeze & soon spread like mildfire from terraced house to mews & even in some sleepy pockets almost made the news So hmmm come the middle of the then generic month everyone on earth had been infected by the stuff From agnostic florist to welder none were spared of this lull & it's incurable but obviously not fatal - it's blandytis the disease of dull ...
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