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"most battle rappers are either homophobes or bitch-made.. " - Bleubird "pop culture's all puppets & playthings look at the unwitting male pin-ups in the mainstream i'm nobody's pipe dream, nobody's wet dream and my daydreams are hardly gonna pay me" - Staring Flak MC i look forward to it with sweaty palms as side effect reflecting the transfigurative nervous twitch of a second hand echo's glow most private inward & beautiful on display in glass house with chickenwire fence that we watch all stones bounce off and sink like... rumbled witches in moat? "the doctor was a fake but the pills were real" "someone's left the church on again, excuse me a moment..." the ringworm on my right foot resembles a three fanged bite we are made from russian tank parts, distorted prayer box and circuit bent miscellany community keepers protectors of picnic hampers & christmas companies bust. the seasonal shops that open one month a year in the shell of someone else's failed dream sequence another moneymaking scheme from hapless horseheaded charlatan my commiserations are reserved for the record alone and left ocean city leaflets on beerpuddled tables sketching the most intricate details in the yeast for tourist / insurance salesman in pseudo-hawaiian shirt to wipe his sleeve unthinkingly across and erase my most finest creation the peak of my half-hearted lager self portrait career the best i could make in said medium it's all downhill from here....

are you lullabied by midnight winter road traffic? do you taste neon / taste pastel? friendly faces are like buses you wait ages then two come along at once all the meatheads are out today looking like unwitting gay icons a fully grown man in a backwards baseball cap stands next to a two walking sticked pensioner both flagging down bus. man who writes self-help books cannot help himself. found hanging from noose by the pregnant priest she said: "merely background nausea, nothing to concern consumers just incidental disturbance due to the oncoming trains." i was melted, she was blottoed when we opened the cupboard and discovered the body scattering mothballs, wrapped in xmas lights spiders can't catch flies largactill kicks in and suddenly everyone is wearing white is that an elderly sex tryst... or a pigeon dying? "shakespeare's deathbed?" "my filthy embarassment?" open heart surgery for mapmaker... open heart surgery for mapmaker under open air conditions open heart surgery for mapmaker who didn't make it to the open door and died in his own home open heart surgery for mapmaker who also died but only for five minutes "his internal defribulator had failed on him briefly" "more people than ever before would like to be buried with their mobile phones" drought of medicine ends same time as drought of cheapthickslicedwhitebread a coincidence? yes. 9 out of 10 statistics are completely meaningless the other one is totally unrepresentative due to its biased selection. supposed cross-section of society embalmed with funeral march ringtone? the mad old woman hunched over an empty pushchair beautiful behind the wheel of an ice cream van, my topshop girl a nurse on a mechanised bicycle rides past somewhat smugly like a german in a wooden boat shaped like a car. 21-11-50-11-70 one hundred and five. david lynch was interested in making a film out of red dwarf... spooky synchronicity.... a coincidence? no. "at that point i knew that half of my friends & acquaintances were figments of my own imagination. but i didn't know which ones."

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walking lab complex: a skin pouch of glands the compulsion to converge upon meeting point like wi-fi hotspot the convulsion to emerge as tasteless maybe over-opinionated views change and flicker like the flames and what white noise looks like both of which light my breathing space when vitamin D is so receding in the small patch of sky my misted window lets through condensation dripping down eroding chipping flaking paint and staining ceiling black a lesson in error did you really expect a thank you as the bearer of such bad news? sitting in our stomachs uneasilly a distressed call cut scenes limp across the finish line the dribble of spittle on my pillow collects into a sticky pool that carries with it the screaming sound of seagulls tearing clams from their shells i wish i could be there to see you combust unspontanously as regular as clockwork and as certain as death and taxes i expect the expected like every today is much the same as the next taking shelter from my obligations in a beached boat no sand just stones make up our uncomfortably lumpy coastline go and have a lie down and swallow this tablet consorting with the average joe gets you nowhere slow the scenic route this is your brain off drugs hatched you're driving with your mind on autopilot how were the pyramid schemes built? entirely out of subservience and mousetrap wired with spiderweb the permenant marker on my least hotrocked t-shirt the inexpertly refastened i'm waxlit again i would rather waste your monopoly currency on thin slices of more interesting peoples' lives than mine it just flashed before my eyes like a bad film reel flickering on a stained projecter screen in assembly on non uniform day and its highlights were few to say the least: eat, smoke, drink, lie, fantasise, and sleep. (or go back to the pillow like) clock puncher silver bullet eating example of disqualification the erroneous rites of passage lisp and limp onwards lemmings best learn to swim in the spit of the unimpressed and most mangled maybe impressionable the altar tapped discovered to be hollow wrong snivelling and weeping willows and paper nailed to oak space filler transfixed and single cell outwardly i claim my masquerade facade is nothing more than a neverending set of russian hollow dolls and paper lanterns gaslit wash your hands and soldier onwards you appear to be amounting to little more than a placid lack evaporated bird influenza.... i'll take verbal constipation over verbal diaharrea 'you are here' sings the flashing neon arrow fit inducing above your head marked on the map with a red cross, yes... here be dragons like readapted foxes or moths with the wings camouflaged into pollution marks stained on industrial estate walls the fogs and thick smogs the brick walls where curiousity shops stood not yesterday, but the day before forever and ever. infinitely small speck of merciless ecosystem - "he's a hypocrite but don't worry, because we all are!" fingers and thumbs we are all fingers and thumbs and they make the buttons more miniscule with every new version but my extremities are still growing! notify the network at once it's a bit of a shock for the chittering of insects that are too small to see on this iridescent stairway following the left hand wall it's a robot cleaning sewer kicking the bucket upriver the swamp, the streets both gloopy and glom the sudden feeling of hard pavement beneath stumbling feet beneath mangled and elsewhere awareness "what sort of person would do that?" set a honeytrap for yourself or hide behind your fringe as your heart sinks slowly into the stomach region you don't know the way people talk round here and send death threats through your door for overdoing the lighting a little too much of the festivities earns you an RIP in an envelope with no return address "but i'm not dead! surely i would have noticed?" the phone rings with it's usual sense of impending etc.... losing your virginity to who turned out to be a long lost sibling only ever happens on the television, right? in a few years everyone will have chlamydia and maybe overpopulation will be compensated for naturally rather than by surely inevitable intervention by inbred authority figures & bishops robed my houseboat has sunk... hazard haggard sopping wet pressing foreign objects into your flesh which form warts like frogspawn and make new and even more malformed flaws in your old beauty. looking to the hoodied merman at the not much help desk or the door to door mormon will not be much help, yes complicity is the big brother of invention which must make me disaster's second cousin a butcher among bakers who count superstitiously outdated candlemakers replaced with a sparky crafting outlandish implements from copper wire you'll rue this day - i wouldn't piss on myself if i was on fire or stung by a jellyfish i'd just grin and bare it like filed down teeth. saint augustine swept leaves and stole letters from shop signs. the fringe over dog eyes obscuring its view. we breed them for weaknesses that would render them helpless if ever released into the wild. they struggle to breathe as they run on stumpy legs too short and you can't even outrun an arrow like it was deduced a tortoise could....

the mind's numb stew is the sickening crunch of shrew skull in a smiling cat's jaw. you should always remember to eat toothpaste before answering the door. in a cloud of brickdust it defeats the point of painting on eyebrows.

enthusiasm is embarassing. my nicotinic blisters are only to be burst in case of personal emergency. i have lived in this house now for a fifth of my life. and during that time have never washed up once but gone under the knife twice. like an insecure quarter of spoilt victor's vile offspring or a brood of cohabiting a.c. adaptors with wires entangled more inbred than both the english & egyptians original families or a middle aged woman with a trance ringtone he actually wants to wallow in a pool of his past collected regrets. it's a...a kind of... emotional masochism... "...a chip off the old block, and onto its shoulder." the ex drill instructor p.e. teacher raises kitten squid on paraffin confectionary and charcoal biscuits and each day the spot behind my left ear grows to become a threat to the world and both life as we know it, and don't. staring flak m.c. - " i wake up with a nosebleed in a puddle of sweat the only thing that i've learnt is that i can't tell when i am annoying people i think i might have outstayed my welcome again."

a horse's hoofbeat ends on the last waveform pattern of grass and it snorts, biting off the head of a life-size china doll, it's painted geisha face crunching under great stumps of teeth, like the remnants of Jack Black's face on Sunday's shattered phonebox fragments. seperating tiresome ruck between some chavvy and Triss it gets quite nasty for a few minutes but then moments later it all ends in tears and declarations of the new best of friends (an old catchphrase for stupid photo oppourtunity) back at Paikes's we sip homemade drambuie and i get distracted by the cowardly rats running round the living room for the first time. they are teething and some seem to somehow snap off their excess stumps of front teeth neatly with apparent ease whilst others run round wildly... one of the latter tries to wear down her oversized fangs by biting me but my wrist is too quick for her advances! luckilly for me as i'm hardly thick-skinned. "a first time visiting alien would be hard pressed to decide which race dominates the earth - humans or cars." - Family Roberts Member #3 sitting for self portrait he sculpted a scabrous gash from out of his left lobe and crushed cartilage and last minute gardening for mutant tomato plants. the walking glitch, in chicken suit & pinstripe trousers. expression chaperone shuts your mouth so you can think about what you say before you say it. Unfortunately he won't leave me alone when i'm drawing.

WHEN ZOOKEEPING GOES WRONG: "there's nowt much more fooked-up than a butterfly's tongue" said a northern anthropologist to my imaginary friend once. ever since i was five, i been frightened of lions i blame a certain car advert on television at the time about a certain oversized feline going from strength to strength but the only escaped zoo animals that ever made it to Box Grove were wallabies and that might have actually been a dream. my ex was terrified of sharks when near water her phobia went overboard even by the canal and i think that this is far more ridiculous than my fear of being mauled by big cats in a recurring nocturnal scenario we break into Bishop's Gardens only to find it overrun with wild animals, wolf packs, snow leopards and suchlike i have this one almost as often as the one about moving house....

last night I... taking latest elongated jump down North Street i barely miss kicking someone walking next to Giles in the head and, hovering for a second, end up perched on the rock-like grey bun of hair atop a chinese pensioner. shelf consciously she walks into some new clothing shop replacing the newsagent i bought the ancestral trail from i thought my infamous next door neighbour had a glass eye but they're both real. which is more logical, as if you had a prosthetic, they could both be the same shade. i scrabbled for a similar appendage in a muddy tunnel underground upriver indistinct hairy or oily shapes ooze through the water towards me... no shadows. an old rope hangs from the hole i fell into this mess in the first place through and a dull glint reflects from a pair of glasses as eyes more accustomed to dim light peer short-sightedly into the gloom they fall from his face to be caught by a piece of string and dangle down the pit flashing sunlight round the burrow like a shaky handed housebreaker with a torch invading the cool darkness this habitat of woodlice scurrying under log's shade lift up a rock and you may find me also. jumping at the sight of an empty suit suspended in air then spotting the clothesline. i shake my ragdoll head. you pull your black beanie down in case of photographs and laugh one hand over mouth.

in this barroom you can see your breath whats better than walking off almost any known psychosis? the idios kosmos of an embittered 1940s genre detective which yes again sounds almost as difficult as choose your own adventure novels respawn, turn page, respawn, turn page and die... swap leads round when in need of sleep and make toast at three in the morning; eat. "that wouldn't be a very good use for this, uh..." and your gold discs on the walls are all cheap CD-Rs... in this nictotine induced ketamin latency ASIO flashback you can hardly see the ceiling your feet are adhered to stepping round broken lightbulb glass floor bite masking tape in half to keep my hoodie's hood affixed. "i don't want to mess up my blade" but it feels like the top of my head is coming off when i smile too hard i yawn till i dislocate my jaw. "that's not what balloons are for" and the co-op has raised the price of it's loaves three times in as many days it's said: "i'll just take some more bread to honour the dead" i write my name in condensation or on an isle of wight rock only to watch it erode away i can't seem to achieve permenance.

your disregard for personal space is only amplified by your slap chest attitude i have at least two person space between me and you there is a link that consumes my unoccupied time that can be spent photographing my hands or repairing the lightswitch like an everyday standard homeowner taking advantage of a spare thirty minutes between washing the car and mowing the lawn. i aspire to own an unsculptured character that i can encourage to sit at piano five hours a day and study schematics of a planetary system the stem of an obstacle firmly rooted crooked from my seed a bone china whale with her offspring sitting next to a glass E.T. upon my housemate's TV set i assume without caution that the outcome of my annual leave request & loan application will be unsuccessful and do i have what it takes to cut out the now definitely dead monologues of an expired archbishop spoon / . . . / click / drive / soiled / hair / waste / proof / face / sold / hang / dry / top / prey / hand / bleed / . . . unlockables are consumables for the virtual community all my useless trinkets are restricted to digital containment. pacifism is curling into foetal position whilst being kicked. this lumpy green stuff is your lifepartner now. pictures of starving children adorn our washing powders sponsoring the live clam eating contests on TV still wriggling round palate in most sickening fashion that you try to get veal back in the pale shadow of your supposed former selves the good becomes the commonplace the history books forget or maybe leave out the overriding sense of wonder now lost forever till the next big thing - a gimmick. there comes a point where everyone has to draw a line and smoking my as yet unborn children is where i draw mine. i may have ignited and inhaled the odd bible in the past... that doesn't make me a bad person, this does: .

questing tendrils frankenstitched dolls suction cupped tentacles of hungry ghosts an apparition of orifice both humid and hallucid this is my latest haemorrage left after the beep for a machine masqerading as a middle class woman speaking in a comfortably cosy british tone... fixed with a baleful eye an octopus resides below the calm surface area lurking birdsong above etc. this region is unstable. beware falling clouds that wrap round your face and suffocate you. maintain eye contact my back has been caved in. distended! most corpulant, YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE. " can't decide what genre you are? then why not try doctor motley's patented home vagrancy test! simply urinate on the matchstick provided then stand on one leg blindfolded till new year's day. don't like to look people in the face when engaging in conversation? i find the best way is to stare at blank television! " stare at the ceiling of a supermarket and you might reveal it's true self close my eyes... everything is white. chewing on the gritty veterbrae of a fly stuck in my hot dog as we sunbathe on council estate near where the reception for your late best friend took place and everyone takes their frustration out on the gate: "RESIDENTS ONLY" earthquake in milton... survivors huddle in the pub a scarecrow like figure arrives with man dressed as magpie backing away from the woodlouse, he speaks: " there is a conspiracy between the three major music channels to time their advert breaks so they run simultaenously. " the other agrees that rap is at it's worst when contorted into PARTY MUSIC it's painfully twisted limbs in coffin position for the simian plus the others throwing shapes in a club where no music plays but everyone's dancing the same this is the shepard's life rainbows reflecting off leather jackets with retro backpatches insignia of gangs that don't exist the gist of the matter is the motorcycle mechanic's outlook on life or as i call it brutally pointless survival we will freeze your tears to add to our brand new polar ice cap replacements we will build a hairpiece to cover the gap the ozone layer seeps out from " we're coal miners, ain't we? we'll dig a tunnel and hide from meteor! " " tentacles n' all " on a flattened rubik's cube landscape reminiscent of light cycle game from tron your mathematics is given physical form and left to run amok like a massive robot micheal jackson wandering nevada desert at night crying his innocence out to the still empty air this humidity is killing me and my ability to care hey! " what merit this manuscript contains is an irregular heartbeat skipped it's hardly a metronome... this little piggy needed stitches this little piggy went septic this little piggy got gangrene this little piggy got amputated and this little piggy got lost possibly swallowed by next door's dog? anyway that's how i ended up with five toes and two feet. "

i've begun hanging round building sites in the hope that i get small metal shards in my eyes it's like crying for the first time over batteries not included ahh they looked good in photos but they tottered on heels as unwieldy as is usual for svengal. me? i'm intelligent enough to know that i'm not clever and to know i'll never look good in make-up again and the greatest revelation that i've ever had on drugs is realising i'm a dickhead. it's me versus the silverfish with a spraycan of room odouriser the next hour will consist of listening to the last hour again... let me clear my throat till i cough blood like some parallel of puking and something about supermarkets that i forgot to write down. all my friends are going bald. i have selective amnesia - i choose what to forget i may forget i don't forgive myself for forgetting to forgive forgotten. i'm embarassing songs about women as an ice cream van avant jazz solos over gerudo desert most splendidly as i'm still trying not to sound insulted hours after phone call ended in fact the next day's flower shop and thank yous still somehow intact. retracting morning claws inward with the first dose it's always both the and for the best. hunting for needles in a sea of draw distance is still so much better than real life could ever be... refreshing but dubious. motherandchildrockswaterfallbasinred glorifying the horsehead sphere as was said of someone i can only assume played baseball. meanwhile the poodle people preen themselves for pubshowing i stay home which is also my head i stay home which is also my head unless it rains.