Saturday, 18 September 2010


Dead hawk down
Upsidedown frown
"not gonna get us"
The machines are here
Neverlution is near
Fractured MindState
Funny tricks I feel queer
Helluva lotta hate
Thought I was King Lear
Mixed up a mate
Ha ha ha tear
I am aware
When will I be clear
Kicked into gear
I'm always late.

"Gimmie the crown"
I'll gettit sussed

Rip apart the town
Shake it to it's bones

Flaming coward
Unsure of power



Thursday, 16 September 2010

mistake [thanks baldy]

black star decievers
engulf all
hell and the high road
done me wrong
no light nothing shining

oh but don't you see there is a path

prison chains come undone
and what is there but filth
god so many mistakes
killing me (hardly)
dishonest memory began
believed the lies you made

oh but don't you see there is a way

more power needed
unveil the truth
waited so long for some relief
and none came
not when i needed it
it was the hard road
i had to tread
you scare me
one and all

oh but don't you see, beyond the pain

each and everyone
can fail
the human affliction
someone once said
that it was what made us
but the one i want
has gone away
and i don't see him anymore

oh but don't you see? don't you see at all?

in this agony just rot i thought was mine self collapsed no one was there nothing was there
when i cried out then
no one saw
no one witness
it felt like
it was one

oh but don't you see? the night is beginning to come undone
you lived through it
you are still here
give yourself a moment
one of billions
a chance to breathe

keep it coming light
i am sick of this dark
keep it coming
my faith must grow

oh i think you're beginning to see...

so it didn't work out
time changes everything
you are gone
you are here
one second to the next
come on bring it

oh i see... we carry on...

Sunday, 12 September 2010

the cake of fatty Delores

Fatty Delores is sad because she doesn't have the materials to build her customary morningtime victoria sponge cake. She looks at her guinea pig with spite and considers whether it would make an appropriate substitute. Fatty Delores decides no, there would be too much effort involved in the skinning. So she puts on her wading boots and flabbily stomps to the nearest shop. Once there she grabs the ingredients and snorts monstrously at the cashier as he charges her. Back home she makes the victoria sponge. Having assembled the large disks of hearty renown, she watches the two halves baking in the oven, peeking at them in greedy impatience from out of her fat smothered beady eyes. Her wide hands shaking with excitement, she tears them from their warm lair, emptying a pot of jam onto the top of one, a pot of clotted cream onto the other. Ah! The sublime synthesis is near completion! All at once she smashes the layers together in a mighty handclap, and, gooily joined, the process is complete. Unable to wait any longer, she inserts the cake into her mouth, finishing it in five elephantine bites. As the conglomeration pushes itself in thick lumps down her trachea, she smiles! Sated at last! The guinea pig is safe for another day!