Sunday, 19 February 2012

psycho sensate desperandum non illegitimus


all this to bring me into accord with the philosophy of elle
desperadus
so bloody desperate to reduce me like gravy
to a bubbling froth of thick denouement
with my nighty off
becoming open sexually is bound
to be having an impact on the power balance of the relationship
between a milk bottle and it’s dobbin thus spake the cosmo editor
hasn’t she ever heard of eddie bernays who gave her the job in the first place

in order to make it cool for us women to smoke the torch of freedom
it’s happened again
I can’t do a play without being on the beer
it must be a belief I’m seriously devoted to
heat up the pizzas heat up the pizzas
who cares?
beat up the jesus
snow and blood snow and blood snow and blood snow and blood
how many wives will I have in heaven
how many wives how many wives
god I love the way my inebriated fingers skip and jump these stinking keys

hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha clunk

now you made me laugh my trivium head on collision

I’m turning you off now turning you off off off
best miss match I ever went to somehow

ominous story of my wife she ran off with my bestest friend god I miss him joke
I wanted to say how could anybody expect to have a friend let alone a lover
less than a dart players average
when they’ve got absolutely no integrity like me is all

the last line nicked from Picasso as you know the false artist merely plagiarises but the true artist steals and so do cheap thieves everything is true says albert camus including the proposition everything is a lie which must be true and there we have a paradox a pair of docs some smelly socks and there’s your bleedin’ inspiration mate

thus spake tony hancock

does post modernism mean something like:
nobody lies anymore
they just say what they think it is you don't want to hear?

I DEEPLY AFFIRM I AM THE LOVE OF MY LIFE NARCISSUS

tap tap tap tap tap tap tap

tap tap tap tap tap tap tap - tap

fuck off t.s. eliot with your wintry drumkit of pthisic tumours

you’re a cunt like david mellor

something upon which at least 9 out of ten national insurance numbers agree

and that’s a scientific fact.



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