Nighty off. ‘Come on that’s a good girl. That’s right there oh you must have been a lovely young girl. Now look where you are’ he kept jabbering.

‘Don’t worry now I’ve got you’ blackness said.

Blackness lifted her off the wheelchair and lowered her into

the uncomfortably cold water.
Oh, oh she stuttered O O OO.


Nooo.

She stared into his dark black eyes trying to see him and he see her-lifting up one breast with the nonchalance of a child licking a lollipop, blackness rubbed it lifting the soft swelling flesh up cleaning under it and around- pushing it to her underarm then he cupped it and let cold water drip off her erect

humans when there is no answer to them
Why she thought when your dying all you want is mercy and a peaceful death. Not medicalised intervention that medic God’s insist on:life at all costs except in cases of defenceless abortion.

Continue reading “America captures the hearts and minds and money of the commodity endings”

Joy Division – Love Will Tear Us Apart [OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO]” on YouTube

 

When routine bites hard and ambitions are low
And resentment rides high but emotions won’t grow
And we’re changing our ways, taking different roads

Why is the bedroom so cold turned away on your side?
Is my timing that flawed, our respect run so dry?
Yet there’s still this appeal that we’ve kept through our lives

Do you cry out in your sleep, all my failings exposed?
Get a taste in my mouth as desperation takes hold
Is it something so good just can’t function no more?
Love, love will tear us apart again
Love, love will tear us apart again

 

When we are Crazy for each other
When we are Crazy for each other

Watching the doc brought back the anatomy of life lived with madness and no future. His dancing craziness. His end. Silence.

The senselessness makes sense even though the outcome was endlessness.

What’s that gap that the living can’t jump into feet first where the expectation is all about them and succumbing is too fractious and anomalous. Oh yeah life. Or death.

Depends whose thinking.

11111

 

Just another 1 Bobby…yeh

 

Knows it
Knows it

 

Another time with time
time to dance with time

Well, today has been a sad and lonesome day
Yeah, today has been a sad and lonesome day
I’m just sitting here thinking with my mind a million miles away Continue reading “Just another 1 Bobby…yeh”

A Day in the Life of an Imaginative Misfit

I’m watching her go from fridge to cooker to cup and back again (her daily exercise).

‘Cream!’ She muffles under her breath.

She forgot the cream for her extra-large stuffed with marshmallows hot chocolate, so she slops back again………….

Jesus how fat and sloppy and lazy she has become.

tethered to trials and tribulations
tethered to trials and tribulations

tethered to trials and tribulations
a day in the life of duality and the golden imagination

a day in the life of an imaginitive misfit
a day in the life of an imaginitive misfit

a day in the life of an imaginitive misfit
A day in the life of life

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

‘Why is he looking at me that way…. filthy loser’

I know that look-nothing is said but I know what she’s thinking-she doesn’t even have to move her lips-her eyes say it all.

And so, the day has begun-I sleep in the spare room-she and her fat arse have the double room with the double bed.

She usually gets up around eight.

I put the pillow over my head as I can’t stand listening to her rustling and squelching in the bathroom then groaning, hawking and spitting into the sink.

How did it ever come to this he thought?

Here’s her mother Christ what now?

She walks in without knocking-like she lives here.‘

Ah hello Eileen’ I say with my best sarcastic smile-of course she wouldn’t know sarcasm in fact she couldn’t spell it.

‘What brings you around this fine day?’I imagine what it would be like killing her.

She brushes past-totally ignoring me.Collusion, Isolation, Alienation aka CIA women with a plan.

We’re on a collision course.

I could ask her to come woodcutting with me-winter is on the way.

Stand there now Eileen stand by the trunk of that tree great-I’d start up the chainsaw-and before she knew it her head would be rolling along the ground- her bulging eyes staring at me.

‘Any news baldy’ she laughs

Don’t call me that! Bitch! I think not answering.

I start cutting off her arms then her legs-it’s the silence and the peace, never having to listen to her again.

A human splayed jigsaw.

I amble off to my bedroom to get dressed while Bitch and ol bag talk shite in the kitchen.

Phone rings it’s-The Johnny said my laptops ready- thank Christ-the only thing worth looking at in this place.

Now that’s a grand life Johnny has-your own life.

No woman.

No complications.

‘We’re going to Neds.’ she shouts from the hallway.

‘What? Hold on

I have to collect my laptop from Johnny’s.

’Now I’m imagining taking both of them for a spin over a cliff, jumping out at the last minute-waving-I’d hear the screams and the roaring-and I’d laugh as they flew-then nosed it into the open-mouthed sea below.

‘I’m sure the world of porn can wait for you.’ she calls out herself and her mother roaring with laughter.

They’re gone.

In my car!!

That’s it.

They’ll pay.

As my palm cupped her chin

‘shut up’ a squeal comes through the trellis of fissure skinned fingers squashing her face.

Come on he thought he pushed harder he couldn’t get in fuck it.

He feels tension, he’s coming she keeps squealing and crying ‘shuuut up’!!! he presses her mouth’.

Jesus he’s all over her-stop fucking crying he squeezes each word on her throat. Then out of nowhere

Wipeout in shades of memory and a measling mass of old

Wipeout in shades of memory and a measling mass of old

As it fades the measling mass turns to shades of nebulae and

Gold

America a quagmire of debasement with increments of corruption-exploitation and perversion of the human mind, body, spirit

She thought how life was equally simple and difficult-why she was here was down to America-the land of the brave the free the undead.

She is incarcerated in this home-the crime-getting old.

The reason behind everything that is: Continue reading “America a quagmire of debasement with increments of corruption-exploitation and perversion of the human mind, body, spirit”

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