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Wednesday, March 08, 2017
Me or You
Me or you,
The emptiness of my stomach
After decades
Feels like a final wall with no door.
The maze with no exit.
But no matter,
In a jiffy the smell will pass,
I can get transported by Captain Kirk
or Spock. Whoever is at home.
I have taken a liking to streaky bacon.
Also limes.
I believe in limes. Squeeze them with your fingers.
Honest it is like a giver of truth.
Those green balls of organic acid.
Get the juice all over.
Limey limey limey
ziiiiiing
mmmmmmm
hot bathtub baby
little goat watching baaaaaaa
And I check my blood pressure now.
I have a little chart.
Bing Bong the heart it still beats mister man mister man oh mister man you is alive.
But Carrie no she dead mister man. Sorry.
Yeah and if you ever have a fruitfly problem just leave some wine in a bottle.
They all go in and they love it.
It's like a fruitfly spa. They get naked, drunk, swim shag. All that. No wonder they never come out.
Your half rotten bananas are safe!!!
Yes, that is good. Uneaten fruit. If I'm not going to benefit from the youthful elixir of ten boring blobs a day then no dang recumbent gene little fly that makes no sound is gonna get it neither.
So where was I.
Fixing to not die.
Syd Barrett was photographed in our back garden with a ginger cat.
Has to be our garden. I reckon some time in the 60s hobvisciouslee before my mum and dad and sister moved in.
Could be. would explain a lot.
All my psychedelic dreams.
The snail farm.
The action men.
The circus.
The Spaniards, Greeks, Texans etc.
Explains it all.
And now what do we get?
Curly Kale and couch to 5K.
Don't do it kids!!
I'm with Arnie - shag the maid.
May as well.
The emptiness of my stomach
After decades
Feels like a final wall with no door.
The maze with no exit.
But no matter,
In a jiffy the smell will pass,
I can get transported by Captain Kirk
or Spock. Whoever is at home.
I have taken a liking to streaky bacon.
Also limes.
I believe in limes. Squeeze them with your fingers.
Honest it is like a giver of truth.
Those green balls of organic acid.
Get the juice all over.
Limey limey limey
ziiiiiing
mmmmmmm
hot bathtub baby
little goat watching baaaaaaa
And I check my blood pressure now.
I have a little chart.
Bing Bong the heart it still beats mister man mister man oh mister man you is alive.
But Carrie no she dead mister man. Sorry.
Yeah and if you ever have a fruitfly problem just leave some wine in a bottle.
They all go in and they love it.
It's like a fruitfly spa. They get naked, drunk, swim shag. All that. No wonder they never come out.
Your half rotten bananas are safe!!!
Yes, that is good. Uneaten fruit. If I'm not going to benefit from the youthful elixir of ten boring blobs a day then no dang recumbent gene little fly that makes no sound is gonna get it neither.
So where was I.
Fixing to not die.
Syd Barrett was photographed in our back garden with a ginger cat.
Has to be our garden. I reckon some time in the 60s hobvisciouslee before my mum and dad and sister moved in.
Could be. would explain a lot.
All my psychedelic dreams.
The snail farm.
The action men.
The circus.
The Spaniards, Greeks, Texans etc.
Explains it all.
And now what do we get?
Curly Kale and couch to 5K.
Don't do it kids!!
I'm with Arnie - shag the maid.
May as well.
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Wednesday, February 08, 2017
I gave her the blob
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Tuesday, February 07, 2017
Warrior Heart Pounders
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Friday, February 03, 2017
House price inflation
House price inflation is not due to lack of supply of housing stock but to do with the dangerously high credit banks are permitted to lend.
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Sunday, November 27, 2016
People Farming
"It doesn't take a genius to work out what ever-increasing house prices do to an economy. All that money is pissed away on rent or mortgages, with the only winners being the banks (which make a killing off the loans) and those who own more than one property (i.e. the wealthy). Everyone else drowns in debt or struggles to make ends meet, but each penny they spend on housing is a penny that is not spent elsewhere in the economy. More specifically, it is a penny that is not spent in areas of the economy that are actually productive, that actually employ people and that actually produce things.
This situation simply cannot continue. With ever-increasing house prices, employers have to pay higher wages, which in turn makes Britain less competitive on a global level. With no rent controls or restrictions on the numbers of properties people can own, a small number of people can effectively become feudal lords. That's not hyperbole: these people, who had capital to begin with and simply invested it in real estate before house prices got absurd, make millions of pounds simply by sitting on their asses and collecting rent each month. The people they live off actually work, and therefore contribute to society, but the landlords do not need to work - indeed, it is actually more lucrative to give up work altogether."
This situation simply cannot continue. With ever-increasing house prices, employers have to pay higher wages, which in turn makes Britain less competitive on a global level. With no rent controls or restrictions on the numbers of properties people can own, a small number of people can effectively become feudal lords. That's not hyperbole: these people, who had capital to begin with and simply invested it in real estate before house prices got absurd, make millions of pounds simply by sitting on their asses and collecting rent each month. The people they live off actually work, and therefore contribute to society, but the landlords do not need to work - indeed, it is actually more lucrative to give up work altogether."
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Thursday, February 04, 2016
Ventured to the west and returned by way of the south
~
Ventured to the west and returned by
way of the south,
Damaged the axle of the wagon and she
parted with the fight half started,
I called back and sent my echo
bouncing off the canyon walls,
Eggnog on Tuesday without the wafers
please,
So she came and delivered that
fateful morn,
When I thought I woke with a yawn,
Don’t ask me why young inquisitive
fawn,
She led me to the gilded palace of
early dawn,
Where the range is home and we ride
the slipstream in moonlight.
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Ten tonnes of crystal meth
Ten tonnes of crystal meth,
I couldn’t watch breaking bad because the nylon was too
strong,
Instant sweat and bo
Like having a picnic on astroturf
So I got stuck in to game of thrones
Ee by gum,
Northern leather clad heroes smashing
Horrible roman
perverts
Sweaty, yes, but smelly no.
All the grit and grime on screen did not have a whiff of stinky feet.
Same with Hobbit and Lord of the Rings.
No Odour. Pure clean mossy bank waterfall.
No noxious armpit
stench.
But Break Bad, man that hummed. Turn it off I can’t take the
smell.
Dead bodies, chemical
labs, tension, surburban living rooms.
So I guess I’m a sucker for sweet smelling grime.
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videogames sketches
these are just some unfinished trial lines for when I was doing the
thing inspired by Video Games by Lana Del Rey
Method acting cop show
thing inspired by Video Games by Lana Del Rey
Running up
the snowflake
Method acting cop show
Putting down the dog bowl
Teacher’s name is Vishnu
Friends in Modadishu
Playing hideous games
Kids in little cages
Being killed by sages
He loves me not
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Imbolc
This day of fire and woody growth
The birds are woken, the bulbs do stir
I dreamt of clouds all tinged with rainbow
I saw great whales on beaches tremble
Fierce storms of sun fire pulsed through space
And shook our earth’s magnetic cloak
The poles did dance and left their homes
They shifted hearts and minds unwell
Confused the course of mighty mammals
Boats did sink and bodies swelled
Some pink faced men did shout in shame
Blamed others for themselves to gain
Yet beyond this fight for oil and god
The sun fires flares as if to say
I’ve all the energy you need right here
I am your creator let’s make that clear
Many of us feel deep inside
The power of the moon and tide
Yet the ball of fire we know so well
We miss what it is trying to tell
And as I awoke on Imbolc morn
This message in my mind was born
I’ll write it down and read it out
And share it with a friendly crowd.
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Heaven knows I’m chip shovelling now
Heaven knows I’m chip shovelling now.
Dream on stiff granny chops!
Lanky William and his dandruff dandelion gerbil.
Gladys said never and I thought she meant harlequin baby.
Murmuring bushbabies in the dark night air terrified by Art
Garfunkel’s vampire grimace.
Tether the hedgehog to the mainframe and sharpen your
lawnmower blade.
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Sunday, December 13, 2015
I got hipss
I got hipss ,
Theyre gyrating
And I’m losing control
Coz the techno
You’re supplying
Is rocking my soul
I did lay on for you a banquet
And you did feed on
the feast
There were murmurs of a lighthouse
And an old fashioned
leather seat.
Worshipping at dawn in a pleasant place
In stillness we gulped in understanding
The universe in our embrace
Then morning laughter
carried on to the day
Show each other the way thru
Emptiness where all is at play
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Saturday, May 02, 2015
This fairy inclined to speak
From the base I protrude
Shuffled from the city's hidden
And yes I'll aid in all your glory
If you let me tell my story
My carpet swept rid angst and fear
Then see and feel my beauty magic near
http://myoldsketches.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post_112777520853198938.html
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Tuesday, April 28, 2015
First entry in matt king's analogue book 2015
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My analogue revival
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Monday, April 20, 2015
Michael Rosen: Our gods: 'the city' and 'the markets'
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Saturday, April 18, 2015
If, then (part two)
If the wurlitzer played a moan alone by Rigsby,
If latitudes could be plucked by a pilotless jet plane,
If weddings and funerals were served up together on stormy Mondays,
If bucolic windmill sighs and slow mo recordings of buds opening were
last night of the prom show stoppers,
If memories of drifting fingers through ink black water and watching mesmeric phosphorescent trails could
be revived like a favourite play,
Then virtue would lay an unbreakable egg,
Then earth beams and girders would untangle and sing,
Then buff musclebound worms would fight the blackbird's beak,
Then wigwams and teepees would fly in to restore order,
Then Robert Maxwell would sip soup aboard a floating mirage.
Or perhaps a robin's nest would host Felicity Kendall's giggle.
If latitudes could be plucked by a pilotless jet plane,
If weddings and funerals were served up together on stormy Mondays,
If bucolic windmill sighs and slow mo recordings of buds opening were
last night of the prom show stoppers,
If memories of drifting fingers through ink black water and watching mesmeric phosphorescent trails could
be revived like a favourite play,
Then virtue would lay an unbreakable egg,
Then earth beams and girders would untangle and sing,
Then buff musclebound worms would fight the blackbird's beak,
Then wigwams and teepees would fly in to restore order,
Then Robert Maxwell would sip soup aboard a floating mirage.
Or perhaps a robin's nest would host Felicity Kendall's giggle.
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Wednesday, March 11, 2015
So the first page of a new book…
So
the first page of a new book…
Was
ist los?
Entschuldigungs
bitte.
Deep
fried and in the vein of murphy’s magical pig.
He
wandered left right left.
Sheba
purred and swam the breast stroke.
Kalamazoo
in plimpsoles.
Mother
did you hear they dropped the frogs?
Unt
zertanks shall roll vonce again across the plain.
Hey
buddy, I don’t like your jazz hands.
Put
on these black lady muslim gloves.
I’m
swaying side to side like a Latina groove.
Bottoms
up, my beauty.
Hair
like a badger.
That
new labour dominatrix look.
You
know the one
Phwoaar!
Beside
the point. Carry on nurses.
Unglue
the dressing.
Put
down the up and sideways graft the sloppy bawbag meat.
Air
hair lair.
My
larynx performed with the footlights.
She
went all squiffy.
Ooh
no, robbed by a ghastly crack head again.
But
that’s okay because there are large scale sandwiches in an upscale
neighbourhood and jolly old Freddie will be ever so chummy.
The
Icelandic warbles in a chill fm stylee about frozen fish, space dust and liquidised
pixie glands.
Everything
changes but knowing that won’t relieve your security anxiety.
Watt
Watt!
Heaven
knows we’re all Eastenders now.
Even
Kathy.
Play
the piana, the old Joanna – chompy stompy plinky plonk owz about that then me
old kipper?
Enough
you wurzel, turf off the hedgehog breath.
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Thursday, February 19, 2015
Never surrender said Paisley
Never surrender said
Paisley,
The pope is the devil so he is
China girl
Thriller
Merry Christmas Mister
Lawrence
Ghandi
Pillboxes made from pixels
The bleeping of the zx days
Batman reruns
Televisualised brain
The cup that runneth over
No time for egghead ways of
lateral thinking
EGGward deBONO
And I still haven’t found
Wembley Stadium
Challenger
Kings Cross
Those deaths so distant
South Africa tyres on fire
Looks funny – not real
But drama, plays Singing
Detectives
That’s real, oh no the boy
saw his mum
Doing it in the bushes!
Is my mum doing it with the
window cleaner?
Is my dad doing it with that
woman?
Worse than tv deaths.
In fact U2 and CND and
Amnesty were cool ,
Lets make this world a
better place,
Peter Gabriel hugging Kate
I can relate
Can I get in between you
And have a little cry too?
But Thatch man
Thatcher woah and Tebbit and
Northern Ireland, its ok because here is Ben Elton and he is gonna hug us and
that cup of tea and chocolate biscuit with a cat purring on your lap feels all
good again.
All curled up and safe once
more.
Before “going to the pub”
But there is a party, and
there is cider now
And maybe smoke a tiny bit of hash if you’re
lucky.
Girls, yeah, but only for
your friends, cause you are weird, and they sense that.
Oh well, but I’m reasonably
good at maths.
O-level not A-level so much.
But I stepped out of the
hatch, like that heavy metal musician who fell out of the coach when he mistook
the fire exit for the toilet.
Now I’m here in front of a
screen.
In some stranger’s house.
Gathering memories together
and snuggling up inside them.
The 1980s – looks like the
silvery paper from the inside of a packet of fags.
Sniff it. You can almost
step back.
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gathering dust
gathering dust,
kookaburra
little old dandy randy
take me to Gerome
clinic sandwich
in the rough grass
hen party necklaces
foo yung egg slicer
lips of red nausea
follow me in the darkness
escape capsule
splashdown
break the glass
I’m not in love oh no
Trippy so trippy
Leashed and tethered
Somnambulant butcher
Cress in a small plastic
tray
Recorder class behind glass
bricks
Still waiting
Vanilla scoop
Have faith in the lack of
time
It all ended and began
So luck and sorrow
And gloves and scarves
Toast the dawn
Stretch and avoid
The nagging doubts
Bollocks I was wrong
Need to blind some horses
Shout and curse
Push boulders from a cliff
Writhe in a hysterical naked
fit
Hammer the earth with a fist
A primal scream
Warble lips um ga ga bumbly
boo
Cuckoo miaow
Grab at woolly woolly things
Nuzzle
That tree loves me
That soil really cherishes
me
Oh yes it is true
It cannot be denied
Yes the branches and leaves
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Thursday, August 28, 2014
Snide pod
Mulligans
Beverley sisters
Mannish prod
Babycakes
Mish mash
Bubble trouble
Clumsy elf
Nifty badger
Choose your side
Aye or nay
Tufts of war
Greenwich hangover
Lovely scones
The trigger
Calamity
Boognish smiles
A frightened arc
Master and slave
Shozbot
Manic times
Europavision
Blood lakes
Infinite pool
Armageedon
My face painted blue
Knuckle duster
A table leg in a placcy bag
String vest philosopher
Dunoon again
My friend…
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