Sunday 17 February 2013

stuff to work on






Friday, 19 April 2013
4pm misc draft © Lizarikk

the eyes are tripped out ... almost 
supefied that sees music 
everywhere 

outside of its ego 
you get the eyes like Jagger  bulging 
looking at a place far away  
transparent with clouds up in 
in the blue 

it was enough to make the eyeballs all 
swollen and tripped out as if
they were watching woodstock ... 
the light of the music echoes unshackled 

crystal skulls 
freshwater pearls 
they look like time had stopped 
as they roll back the clock pouring pools of sky ... 










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Takin' Over the Asylum

Getting off your tits 
Sinking a few wells
plumbed the depths

a dictionary of fruit and veg
eyes flame with hatred
the worst anxiety dream you've ever had

spatial awareness
cask bitter
bends down to get the carton

the sole reward for my labour
the lower you are, the harder you work, and thanklessly
the aching tiredness

scampering about 
minor clashes in the office

suck down the full contempt 




















smashing dustbin lids against the wall

20.08 misc
notes/draft 

Notting Hill 
steel band 

spitting out a piece of gristle 

the ladies horse goes clip clop clip clop down in a ditch 

mince
liver and bacon 
gammon


Romania
peopleburgers
cannibalism 

the inside of an abattoir; strings of chewed flesh spewing from mincers while anonymous men in bloodstained overalls hack dementedly at scarlet carcasses.

sawing a lamb carcass in half
it was mainly hollowed out apart from the kidneys

which were somewhat removed from the scene 

grabbing a fistful of entrails 

the blazing fireball searing toward the ground didn't make your bowels shiver like a ghost,

Having spent most of the 1980s having regular nightmares about nuclear war 

that a far bigger asteroid was due to scrape past us later that same day, passing close enough that if you climbed on your roof and reached up, you could scratch bits of spacedust off it with your fingernails





a fistful of nails

didn't the blazing fireball searing toward the ground make your bowels shiver like a ghost






4.05am 

delegation is Loz Scare Frip Row Hotdog 




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