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Wednesday, June 28, 2006
Gadzooks
Did I go somewhere?Did something happen?
I screen name is my privacy/ ok / allowed / unfair
Justice is Might
JIM
My Jim / Jism
Clangers in bang lids shocker
golly
by
James Dean was a twat
I'll slick it
will you?
Girls On Film
GOFOG
or the guts explode
the stomach acid is rising
the raw aesophagal tract is
burning just for you my
dainty lover
my sweet drooping flower
petal
knockers
crack
round things
hair
eyes
hair is good
but not too much
twiddlesticks
fiddlers and bows
again and again
so much sunlight at dawns crack
but the gut with pizza clogs
the neckfull
the dry and full the arms free
index fingers outstreched like body antenna
lined up the shoulder in
perfect symmetry the spine and head
these empty arms
in the centre my digestive tract
eat it all up
in a rush
index fingers feel more they are
picking up the pipes of peace
they register
they aim to feed but the mouth is clumsy
it is the devourer
we don't photosynthesize
nor do we reproduce in the conventional monkey way
so what gives?
nothing
no morning milk bottles
no sir sireeee
consume it crap it
baby are you one?
you can't always get the twonk
the golden turd awaits
I love you my darling
these arms of mine
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Tuesday, June 06, 2006
Not Dead Yet
Ol Wispy.
In the sun where life is much much worse,
and I'm still hungry.
Ta da!!!
That was the rabbit out of hat.
But you couldn't see.
I'm good at tricks.
Sawing women in half.
Stopping people from talking in their tracks.
Various twisted subliminal tricks I get away
with with a big smile and the fact I rarely realise
that I am doing them.
It's the devil I tells ya.
Jesus and the Deal.
That's who we are dealing with.
The eternal internal fisticuffs tween
Good Choir Boys ANd fILTHY mC tWIST pRIESTS
Knowing this and that deceit is
part of the Desmond Morris school of completely
normal human behaviour.
We musn't feel guilty about our tricksy selfinterested
movments.
Cause those smiles and winks and hugs do do
some good even though we are but devils in disguise.
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Tuesday, April 25, 2006
Panic Attack
and clutch your chest,
DIE DIE DIE,
drink die smoke die
death comes soon
PANIC hah aha haha ha a
PANIC
PANIC woo whwooo woooo
PANIC
that's it really,
just y'know smoke another
pure superskunk amsterdam spliff,
you'll feel much better hah ahh ahh ahha
your throat is constricting, you cannot breathe
you throat has tightened ,,
no more air
no ..... more...... air ggraggahhshhgh choke choke
retch retch,
now you have shrunk to the size of a pinhead in
the corner of the room the whole universe is weighing in on you
everyone notices that you are fucked
they tell each other
" he is totally fucked man, what should we do?"
"ah he'll be okay, get him a can of coke"
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some more recent reads
but may not have finished
in no particular order
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Click on my face and tell me that you love me
See if people like clicking all over YOUR face.
I don't expect to survive long,
I think the cleavage shots have the upper hand...
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Thursday, April 20, 2006
Wine flowed in a canal again
I held a candle to Clarissa's eye
I undervarnished the clove bar.
I jackled with rangling flissarns in kleptovelt.
I cycled freearm in nordic telescope range
I heard french wedding bells echo underground
I opened gleaming hardshells slime slipping at the rockpool
I juiced a nectar berry at the sunrise festival
I gathered young standin Elvises sweating with nerves
I lunched with a bearhug giver in the palladium cafe
I collapsed the card house at osinac
I rowed the galleon and nursed the brute's whip scars
I ordered seven courses of lemming pie
I smashed pantalooon circus helmets with an appreciative giggle
Wine flowed in a canal again.
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Tuesday, April 04, 2006
Yacht Rock (ok so it's a bandwagon)
internet-based series of videos.
See Kenny Loggins, Michael McDonald, Toto, Hall and Oates
and more as you never imagined before.
Laugh your head off as the history of the smoothest music
ever put to tape is lovingly revealed.
If you're a bit of a dumbass, remember to start with episode
one at the bottom of the page
Yacht Rock at Channel 101
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Wednesday, March 15, 2006
say these phrases out loud and change your life
I want YOU, dear reader, to choose one or more of these
phrases writ here below.
I want you to go out and drop one of them into
a conversation or just blurt it out randomly
in the bus queue or wherever.
Try to add a little expresiveness when you say it.
Why, you may ask, should I want to do a daft thing like that?
Well, I would reply, because it could crack a hole in the mundane
shell and allow Blakean reveries safe passage into our realm
where they can practice great Karmic magic, help to raise
conciousness of our higher purpose , that being
to feed our collective godhead through sublime fits of ecstatic hysteria.
This is the antidote to war.
Come on do it!!
You might have fun too ;-)
1. I couldn't give a nun's crispy cunt what you think.
2. I'd rather eat a wet sandwich.
3. Would you like to see my collection of butchers hooks?
4. I'd trot a pony up Highbury Fields for ha'penny.
5. We sent blind Alf Hang-gliding.
6. Twenny kilo of copper bolts for the pressure cooker please luv.
7. Howz about a drizzling o' hot suet in yer furry leotard?
8. I'd swap a dozen hairlip albinos for a cucumber.
9. I'd slide a fiver through the gates of Timbuktu for that.
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Friday, March 03, 2006
Def Jam
Here is my Rap I am writing on the spot,
Universal lines spreading from the one dot,
Clean out your cupboards lads I can't stand the grot,
If you turn around I find your hips quite hot,
Or do you have the shapely thighs your mother lent you
Do you have the laddered tights your aunty dreamt you
Do you have the bits of apple clinging to your teeth
Do you have an old marks and sparks voucher from 1981
In your mother's leather purse in that tray of old papers,
Smells of stale consulate and solicitors office dust,
Claim I never knew whats happening
Claim I never knew whats happening,
Dirty dirty filth slag hate bitch whine,
Your arse their cunt all in the passage of time,.
I remember the days of Earth Wind and Fire,
Nasty gold costumes and the music was so dire,
But even then the clogs of kellogs boxes in the bins,
Read the back and listen to Wogan mornings of hidden sin,
The throat is quiet words are notably absent,
All the lies are stacking up and telepathy gates are opened,
A child has an eye to replace the ears that cannot comprehend,
But now this child he has no eye for it let far too much in,
Switch out the sun what do you expect a pleasant dawning?
Get real ya monkeys,
its a crackerjack cabbage in your hands forever!!!!!!!
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Monday, February 13, 2006
26 miles in a high speed wheelchair
I just met this guy Shaho Qadir at work today.
His is an amazing story.
He had his legs blown off after a chemical attack by Saddam Hussein's forces in Kurdish Iraq when he was 13 years old.
Later on he managed to escape his troubled homeland and
made it to the UK in the back of a truck.
He has worked with disabled children,
as a volunteer mentor for a blind refugee and
he has raced in the London marathon in his wheelchair.
He is training to race this April in both the Paris and London
marathons.
Read more about his story here
watch a video of him in action here
His latest ambition is to work to develop British Disability Gymnastics, helping to build it into
a sport that could eventually be accepted in the paralympic games.
Good Luck Shaho!!!
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Thursday, February 09, 2006
fun fun fun on the autobahn
pieces of gum,
hands on the tum,
expand and contracts,
wave and swerve,
bang your chi gong,
splash the toilet bowl,
and ring its chiming chinese porcelain neck,
lyon barcelona auf der autobahn
ga gag agag budapest hamburg
autobahn autobahn
ba ba ba ba ba ba abba ba aba bba
tra lal atra latrat later
take the turkey train next the line is straight,
fill the lake fill it up,
where the tiny pieces of rainbow coloured mosaic,
lie beneath the drowned land ,
take the turkey train train train,
hold the hose,
let the water out and washing away the silty sand,
the pictures appear, in colours all rainbow colours,
move the hose around , here they come the shining
bright floors of yore,
now go goodbye, pack up your home,
this hosing cleanse has become a dangerous flood,
take the turkey train,
your home just died, pack it up in your little bag,
and get on the train....
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Saturday, January 28, 2006
Venturer 40GB bargain iPod killer
I didn't want to pay for an overpriced iPod,
but I needed a high storage capacity mp3 player.
Trust Argos to come to the rescue.
It may be as ugly as sin, but this baby set me back
£89 for 40GB of memory.
Plug it into USB and you see a removable harddisk,
drag and drop files as you will.
Okay so it doesn't have a good playlist facility and
its functionality is basic. Sometimes it skips past certain tracks and there is the odd bug or two.
But it didn't cost much,
it fits in my pocket, just about, and I don't have to look
like an iPod sheep on the bus.
So there we go.
Take my advice, if you are not fussy, go and get one.
They're great.
Venturer 40GB mp3 player.
Available from Argos. £89.00
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Saturday, January 14, 2006
Big Up Ye Turnips
Woo Ha
Woo Ha
Yah Yah yAH
Sniff me and pass out.
Stiff Stiff Stiff in the wind
I'm Stiff Stiff in the wind
I'm Raw , I'm Raw, can you feel my Raw?
Well actually, Mr Digby, I'm not quite sure what you're getting at.
Would you like another French Fancy?
Ah tash and darn and crimple it MaryBethJoAnn Juniper benchpress
turtle polish wood enamel fridge.
I wanna BEIGE you up.
Father Brown I'm in love with your toga,
yeah the one that you wear in the windmill.
Course she always said that I'd be the lucky one.
The old luck always shone on me.,
Like blessings from a duck
golden nuggets of luck plopping in my
garden pond, growing a tail, legs and arms
whoops there it goes just jumped off that lily leaf.
Catch the pidgeon Giles, there may be a message strapped to
its leg.
Now where was eye, thats right , pancake mixture,
just get some old popeye paste, you know kneed in some of
the old Olive Oyle, ooooo errrrr ooooooo eerrrrrrr
thats yr basic pancake batter sorted ,
then to add the mixture, scratch those bits of flakes
out of yr eyelashes, these are made out of mindreading
eyelash mite droppings. Completely harmless, but full of
protein and quite tasty when fried.
so the pasty paste is mixed up and oh sod it
I made it all up. I dunno how to make pancakes.
Give me a turnip and I'll carve a shit face into it.
That's as much as I can do.
What you have Pumpkins at Halloween?
We use turnips mate, yeah , you fuckin ponce,
little turnips are what you need.
Much spookier and all.
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the continental cafe
Get a coffee, a soft drink, some food.
Cigarettes out
Quiet boys mope on a table of their own
Why are you reading a newspaper?
It's too early to absorb boring news.
Some Soft Metal fan had stuck several pounds in the jukebox.
LIVING MARXISM Why IS politics so boring?
I'm tired I need another coffee
Go on mate roll yourself a fag
It looks really good
The Food Factory in red neon
What a crap roll up
May he forever swallow tobbacco
I wish I was that bloke next to me
Asleep in his folded arms.
Why is he sleeping?
Did he have a late night?
Or does that Daily Express laid out neatly before him hold the
answer?
KLF now playing
Long haired guy with leather jacket is doing the nervous knee tap.
These Scots don't tan very well,
They've had 4 consecutive days of sun.
I have to leave soon.
The clouds of smoke are irritating my nose.
I also need to take the most enourmous shit.
early 90s Queen Margaret Student Union, Glasgow.
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Thursday, January 05, 2006
a message from Johnny Anger
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Monday, December 12, 2005
Ecstacy Song
and I want to fake it
but it was a reflection
and I know I can make it
we are all just visitors
nice to be here twice
I'm teasin'
the kick is pleasin'
but administer to the lack lustre
coz my brain buster
is shining from beyond
a dazzling moonlit pond
its the answer to a question
"how can I dance forever?"
written 1997
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Intro/For me/For you
INTRO
Conduct the dropout phase print
A style of two princes natch
Phone off the hook
A comedown precursor
This is about reality buddy
My cascade okay
Then slope the pimp roll
Stroll control be bold
FOR ME
A style of two princes natch
Phone off the hook
A comedown precursor
This is about reality buddy
My cascade okay
Then slope the pimp roll
Stroll control be bold
FOR ME
When your finger is on hold
There are forces at work
And you'll never grow old
Fine child in a prism you'll glance
Crumble torture house blues
Emotions are strong before the bomb
Cheesy grins after a hugged embrace
FOR YOU
There are forces at work
And you'll never grow old
Fine child in a prism you'll glance
Crumble torture house blues
Emotions are strong before the bomb
Cheesy grins after a hugged embrace
FOR YOU
Magnetic ecstacy at the headstrong portal
Crisp lager and shouts
A resounding denial of worth
Bass clatter drum melody 3D fade out
A drizzle sun rainbow wind calm
Is of the factor
The warmth between olders and youngers
Crisp lager and shouts
A resounding denial of worth
Bass clatter drum melody 3D fade out
A drizzle sun rainbow wind calm
Is of the factor
The warmth between olders and youngers
written 1997
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In the sequence of time and motion
a stone is cast
And crevasse cracks a benign field form rips
Rent across and an eyelash back
Elephantine memory of the protein valve
The thorax squeaks cheery waves to a man
And moon dust thrives when the door knocks come
Grinning faces and a wide spectacle slips the tag
Collapse ashes Oh to stack more on
A nerve quake and quivering bleached bones
Remembering reveries Tree stump forever
Do or die the cry of my psychic whiplash
Enigma speech and I'm thrilled to wake weary
Voodoo trench coat cats tail wander
Tree branch owl on a back flight prey hunt megamission
The bones of mice in its shit
Television mist breakdown
Tulips from...
A spoon full of.....
Brown girl in the.
Tra la la la la
written 1997
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hello dere
I trust ye are keepin' well,
with yr goode womane beside ye at all thymes.
I frankenly be incensed by the mardy myrhhh.
And be driven almost to blindnesse in whipping the
stonybridge milestone.
Thanking numerous incandescent heavenly bodies
that predicaments are not further seriousnessed for all
of usses and our otherses.
May paths ways crossed by sunshine ingottes be.
Adieu dear frende and tille we have sightinges bold and berry.
Quickening thyme does not allowe the pleasures of ages,
thoughe crackes of light and the glow of splendour can
be sighted and pursued wherever they are ablest.
Beste be to yrs and yr neighbours.
James Kinge.
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Sunday, December 11, 2005
give me back my money
Something in digital arts tech print management marketing
fashion finance
Well, I don't believe in superfluous unneccessary jobs like that.
I think it is obscene that this city gives money to these purposeless timewasting nothing jobs.
And a lot of you bastards drink to excess.
I know, I've met you.
You are uncomfortable deep inside,
why are you being paid so well and working so hard for something
completely ephemeral and pointless.
You will pass the south american cleaners in the office corridor.
You will take the cappuccino from the guy who smiles and is
always friendly in that cool little coffee bar. He's been there since 4 in the morning and he hates you, but you wouldn't know it.
This city is a joke, its a tower of champagne glasses,
all the booze is drunk and only the piss trickles down to be cleaned up by those below.
But hey, you're doing a trendy job in a fucking hard working
hard playing environ, its such a BUZZ.
Keep rambling on, keep the tone of your voice high energy
positive and deeply insensitive.
Cut off from accepting the disordered world your choice of career is engendering and the society your actions help to justify, you
waddle around, with your bunch of pissed up cunt mates.
You don't even read anything intelligent anymore, no time.
Don't think about things that might get you down.
Keep it happy, keep saying your happy, this is like when I was
younger, this is how it was always gonna be, yeah it's all good
It's all good.
Fallen , you've fallen, everyones fallen.
For the stanaic trickster , the merry prankster,
the laughing dancing skeleton,
the hip bones connected to the thigh bone.
Eat up, it's another lunchtime,
yummy yummy yummy I got love in my tummy
But your shoulders are hunched,
the diving trip, aren't those colourful fish wonderful.
Diving and skiing, little worlds away from
facing it, facing it all the uncomfortable truth.
You are a slave and a master.
You help to complete and perpetuate the chain.
MASTER AND SERVANT
It is all around us.
NOT LOVE, ACTUALLY
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