Festive musak stanks the air as every shop in town will tear the soul from Christmas. Just beware, your cash is disappearing. The crass melodic strain of Wings, where Paul McCartney duly sings of wonder times and Christmas things, my ire is reappearing! Wizards pervert song with kids invades my senses. God forbid he’s on … More Fuck your festive favourite
Does alcohol control the night When all you want to do is fight? But grown up thoughts invade your mind With fucked up thoughts of all you find Are twisted through the eyes of Jack As texts you sent just won’t come back From arguments that never meant To be wrote down and never sent … More Saturday
Cherries in the rain. Brightest clothes contain All fattened, bloated, bulbous twats, To everyone’s disdain. Or… Trousers or the gym, Fine muscles packed within. A pretty ass that’s worth a pass? A face thats fucking grim With… Couples holding hands, All making future plans. I’m not quite sure? They’re rich or poor? Straight/ gay or … More Glancing out the window
With eyes on stalks which dangle down to scare the children. Screaming drowns the cries of anguish leading down a corridor of madness. With fetid breath the lingered stench fills up the nostrils. Horrors wretch the terror demons t’ward the trench of minds filled up with sadness. The dying eyes of children see the ghosts … More Hollow Ian
I seriously sit here and try to look happy, whilst inside my head feels decidedly crappy. The pressure builds up in my blocked nasal passage, the pounding builds up as my frayed nerves are savaged by feelings of guilt and unbridled dumb passion for killing some fool in my well thought out fashion! I don’t … More Autumn/ winter… shite
A new beginning, with journeys through the mist, T’wards pastures new and goals yet to attain, He scoured his book and jotted down his list The only thing to do whilst on the train. Those little things in life, they will be missed, So mem’ry rips apart his tortured brain A touch of mental health … More The scream!
The world of the nine o’clock student relies upon coffee and red bull and other supplies that will build up their strength to be able to pries and semblance of learning from crusty closed eyes. Their phones held in front like a GPS system, dispelling all map reading skills to the dustbin, or tucked in … More There’s a morning???
What’s on in this region of the blue rinse brigade? A stash of bright pamphlets inside the parade, that are perfectly placed between you and the trade, passing by through the glass as you scan the arcade. The Winter Fair tempts you with Christmas and art, the County Zoo gives you cats eyes on their … More Things to see and do!
How come it’s a chore to leave open a door as you enter the coffee shop here? So let’s not be a troll, just put wood in the hole, coz it’s fucking cold this time of year. I don’t care if you’re old, coz we all feel the cold, you’re not sitting at home in … More Open door
There’s no greater surprise when you look in the eyes of an elephant stuck in your fridge. He slipped in the butter, and now he feels utterly sick that he’ll fall off the edge, of the cheese that’s been grated and left in a tub for a sandwich with pickle and ham. Now If that … More Footprints in the butter