The Better News

I was born long ago in the 1980s.  A time of coal and lizards.  I was yellow when I was born and at school they called me radioactive: The joke was on them becasue in 2009 I worked with radioactive amino acids.   I was put into an oxgygen tent which sounds like a festival but is not.  It’s a tent for sick babies.

Then my sister was born and it was good.  Then my next sister was born and she was and is a small tigress.  Then my brother was born and he is wise like an owl.  My father was angry and sad and happy and made money while my mother made lasagne which my best friend devoured.

At primary school I was the best but then I moved to a special bully school and it was shit for two years until I met the soon to be named Shaolin Monkey Crew.  Big L, Little D, Liono, B-Lime and Feeling with my little brother and Pedro.

I took some acid and watched L’s face fall off.

I went to study Pharmacy and mixed dangerous chemicals together.

I smoked on a plane and went to jail.

I studied Biology and got a first.  I became defacto leader of the W Massive.

I fell in love twice and lust infinitely.

I did a PhD and went crazy.  I became friends with superdave.

I went to Asia.

I fell out of love and into Buddha.

I came home and cried.

I became God realised and Chrisitian.

The End.

Any Questions?

trivial

the man is self critical
all his thoughts are trivial
addicted to poisons
kids addicted to toys and
cats get fat on full fat cream
there never was a scene
just cheap drugs and selfish hugs
and music made on music machines
I love this track, but can’t go back
my life is not clean

every opinion is void
there is no separation
no us and them, enemies, friends
no taste
everything is mostly space
the dichotomy you imagine
the tragic magic
the plastic pipe of dreams
is just a juicy tangerine,
and all the pieces and all the white shitty bits in between
taste the same

It’s self indulgent,
repugnant, selfish
you’re a shellfish
going home alone
when you’re dead your bones
are fed to foxes and mushrooms
with one flick of his head,
Shiva will crush you.

 

cold toilet nostalgia

cold toilets and fruit detergents
nostalgia is emerging
mould on the curtains and the dryer’s not working
I pissed on the seat,
Nobody’s looking.
Someone was in here.
Fucking.
Spoon on the floor for cooking.
A foil johnny rapper,
Its contents elsewhere, imagine, disgusting.
People still make things that insist on rusting.
It drips down the urinal,
Into cakes that are crusting.
They soak up the odour and show you your fluids.
Thank God you’re drunk, think about druids.
Slip on the tiles, for miles to the exit.
Push into the bar and order the next hit.

hate hate hate

the trouble is,
Muslims doubling,
Muslims troubling your beliefs.

Look,
over,
your shoulder.
they’re taking over.
they took your jobs,
their law is older,
they stone their lovers in the street

this is terror you can’t measure
this is an Islamic state
(so called mates)
and we can stop hate with hate
we can start hate with hate
marvel like we didn’t create
then finally stop all hate with hate

regurgitate the curry ate
The girl you kissed, the Pharmacist.
Well we all make mistakes.
It’s not too late.
hate hate hate.
was there something that we missed?

Let’s make Britain great again.
no shame in the flag
fuck off mate
retaliate
you sound like my dad