Saturday, 30 August 2008

cr8-yr-0wn-pzza

deep pan
bbq sauce
cheese
hickory steak
jalepenos
chili beef
rashers of bacon
more cheese



supermarket boy, eyes as pale as the moon
face with as many craters
every weekend trapped inside a glass paneled bakery
the music you listen to is constructed from fakery
cheap cheery hip hop, sold by the weight
electro and rock developed by snakes

snakey industry devils in whos tunes you revel
melting your earwax with septic levels...

of volume,
of purity,
of what you should feel
stuck in the middle
you have stolen the wheel
the songs say love her, even through it all
the times she cupped your best mates balls
a fool, you glance behind the saucered
eyes

reflected on the glass your spots seem enormous
the mirrored glass is the thing that caused this

they can see you work they say
they can be involved in the process
you just flick switches and fuck with the voltage

baguette
baguette,
croissant... better yet

maybe you'll so doughnuts, put em in your pocket and go home
call Danni on the phone and meet her at the park

the doughnuts you made in the shape of a heart
she turns away with her face like you farted
an abstract description, but we know where it started
the beans for lunch and the eggs for tea
for you for her, its better to leave

rejected, alone, you move through the park
theres a hole in the donuts and in your heart

Extras

Is so amazing, it really is one of the best television programmes ever made


Keep Pulling me hair out, i dunno why feel quite odd, feel like i am malting.

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sickly politician feeding on celebrity
societys thoughts ruled by the heat
a flame or a spark of a cosmetic smile
gains a mile on the campaign trail
a trial, mislead, something else to be,
celebrity news infiltrates the bbc
bye bye shipping reports,

lost thoughts turn to
whos wearing what,
the price of shoes

plastic, antagonistic feet, stomp the stores
woolworths is losing the political war,

we fade away, commerical gain is king,
not voting for who does the right thing,
but for who can promote the best chicken wings,

The tv votes are piling in,
the show is the thing,
seedy judges with tiny eyes
pantomime the reasons why,
making it clear for the hairgelled masses
home from school confused by english classes


like the street before it becomes all alike,
feeding parliament with neon lights,
no one cares about equality
its more about buy one, get one free

Thursday, 28 August 2008

Capitals

Ostrich Boy With Rubber Eyelids
He's Just Friends With The Blind Kids

Only People Discriminate,

Ostrichian Hands Holding Theres
He's Safe From Their Evil Stares

Walking Through The Hospitals
Getting High Off Little Pills

Ostrich Addict,
People Caused His Habit.

Stuck Alone To Headphones
Listening To Loud Trombones

As Everyone Walks By,
Ignoring Him, Even though,

His Trombone Music Is Loud, And Shit.

Wednesday, 27 August 2008

Looking to buy this on cd for you laura, but i cant find it

read about her on imockery

leeni

shes well good
i think laura would like her, i figure she would.

i dunno, shes good though

still smell like reading

only a couple of things better than metallica :)

Wednesday, 20 August 2008

and thats why

i dont like cricket

reading tomorrroooooooooooow

metallica
metallica
metallica

fuck yeah

Tuesday, 19 August 2008

list

Some Ideas

A Rodent called Gary rushes to the shops

French Toast

iAN, (how its spelt with the comma) a dentist with epilepsy is forced to do root canal surgery in a nightclub

deaf tennis

bringing fountain pens back, with inkwells.

Guitar Hero for the psp

gloves that you can feel stuff through

hollow holly, the lighter xmas trimming

magic eye being cool again

dog focus on cameras, them cameras dont check for dog faces

nailfiles, long enough to do your toes without like actually having to bend down

a straw as wide as the circumfrance of a glass that narrows to A POINT SO YOU CAN, suck up a drink all in one go

Monday, 18 August 2008

Stevens

Elvis Stevens,
The best in our region

king of the quiff
and swivelling of hips

wearing his jumpsuit
it all went wrong

followed him thoroughly
soon became slovenly

anal fissure,
a warning sign

tis not the end of the tale
his life was so frail

the hairs on his chest
were make believe

he imacced a cat
put the remains in a bag
poor little pepe
looked like a shrivelled nut sack

the rspca came to take him away
but the devil had got him with a giant pork pie


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Pork pies ar nice though, this is just a story