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Six am... shit... Here I am, six in the morning on a Sunday. The taste of the speed is still in my mouth, harsh chemicals, evil drugs. The vodka's still here, but the bag is empty. What was I thinking? Watching that film never gives me anything but this. Waking up at hours no reasonable human would ever keep, lost in my own room, bottles strewn ( Read more... ) -
More Crap
Oppressor's face a mask of hate while numberless enforcers wait ( Read more... ) -
Thoughts
Two o'clock, and I've been drinking for three hours. Awake for four. Is this the message the modern world sends out? Six days of hell, soaked and boiled, the life beaten out of you by hierarchies and institutions. One day a week given to yourself, and that you spend under the beating sun, a claustrophobic room, slanted ceilings, one window, serving ( Read more... ) -
Not a Clue Yet
Hot air rises, that's why those in high places are full of it ( Read more... ) -
Davaste Mon Teronteuse
Abiamente no perguste mon tadre, tuliamo oreste ma gliuglete. Teresternti mon aprostima e chore de butiglie de mostre. Pero, pero me achuste vec tea e te mon dre amatache, irisiple goi te ma cheramu noi se parleste da foremana! Tullista non trumenitas charai pe oruste do mechasmine apriche un demante. Charsmene toi, toi e toi mulple le teronteuse ( Read more... ) -
Some lyrics
Johnny Rotten is selling butter to the gullible at heart ( Read more... ) -
Hello Friday
How are you today, Friday?
Same as last week?
We only ever meet once.
Then you go away again.
I wait on Saturday.
I pine on Sunday.
I despair on Monday.
I rage on Tuesday.
I hide on Wednesday.
I recover on Thursday.
Then, Friday, you come again.
Is it so strange?
Or am I? -
Fear and Loathing in Hove
This is something I seem to have written. Names have been removed to protect the guilty ( Read more... )
