Wednesday, 23 December 2009

Tendancy to over-do-it

Once you get locked into a serious drug collection, the tendency is to push it as far as you can ... uppers; downers ... whizz; goofballs; horse; hash; and Charlie the Chipmunk ...

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Saturday, 19 December 2009

After after

"For if men do these things when the tree is green, what will happen when it is dry?"


After we've gone away, there's not even nothing. Then, there's nothing to or not to worry about; it's not even too late. There's no retrospect. Or in hindsight. Gone has gone.

Thursday, 17 December 2009

For tis the season

Do you know what I like to call this time of year QT?

If I said "yes" would it terminate this conversation?


Okay, what do you like to call this time of year?

Shitmass - and do you know why?

Because it is a mass of shit?

You're catching on QT. May be you're more than the sycophantic jerk-wad I beat you into.

The pleasure is all yours Sir. Merry Shitmass and a happy New Fear.

Tuesday, 8 December 2009


The decision to pee, came suddenly.

Or may be not.

The ten pints of alternative ethanol fuel may have been a factor.

Friday, 4 December 2009

He's got the whole world in his hands

Rainman tugged and tugged, ignoring the friction burns and concomitant lacerations, together with the lack of sensate feedback, as the clock hands reached towards midnight, just like the futile strokes of temporality approaching the tangential field of infinity, whose only achievement was - and is - the mineral deficient wad of disappointment.


And avoiding ale.

With no productive value.