The Worst Person In This World

A liar decides the truth. It is waiting for to See You In Court, already well passed the “leave and I won’t press charges” it smiles at the phrase. Phrases like Leave Me Alone, Go Away, Fuck Off, and similar are recognised as Call To Arms and are treated as Engage phrases, like we would? I say we because of the paranoid schizophrenia link and voices I know it’s not just schizophrenics that get voices but Those Phrases are things people who are being Raped would say out loud in their head, verbally or screaming, I’ve heard personally…but I digress. Ask any Rape Victim…a rapist would want the victims to repeat the same experience forever or getting worse and if allowed to do it, probably will. Evidence? Exactly, there is none except the victims word, and likesay the victim doesn’t want to go to court, wants to be left alone, suicidal, you hear of these things, Go To Court and relive the experience this time in front of our family, get me, it’s the nightmare one where the Offender personally asks the questions and it’s like What Type Of Rape was it? That’s like…It’s So Cold, the case is leaning towards null, the fact you have to…in my head it went ‘’’ I Can’t Rape Him Legally ‘’’ I mean ffs should Trigger Alarms and it’s like… yes he gives off signs of being….what…a rapist who gets away with it

you got someone in your head too? I’m coming from a Mental Illness angle, where words are not believed, everyone is Wrong all of a sudden, beyond recognised means…remember that… ok well it’s a definitive definition of the psychiatrist favourite, telepathy, it’s like well telepathy the ability to communicate beyond recognition means, cool, all my buddies are thinking, like voices that don’t go cold anymore, buuutt when I/we get violated often when there’s nobody there, it’s a contradiction? Getting a Smug Grin from a Reptile, there’s no proof. Uses recognised means to access, then do whatever it can and there’s no proof, beyond recognition in that way, using vital channels of everyone to well Rape, suppressing evidence, tele is great sometimes, a 6th sense , its like magic, like on Star Trek where they go to a cool planet and get voices from the green potential allies, not from the green Troi doesn’t smoke then lol voices are like We Don’t Communicate Verbally unless we have to, unless it’s necessary, not like smug well-to- reptile, disgrace to man. Like the…on and on the sound of your own voice must sooth you, hi JH,

considering legal Acton? Against who? Like got legal..

Whyever would You be worried? Guilt being legal and emotional? Whoever reads this? It’s the principal, you’ll notice no names, this is exactly proof kind of…

if this…what … things are freedom, life itself, an aberration, to quote Chuck D, With Some Of Then Looking Just Like You

Freedom to Rape??? Must invent laws???

This , yeah well likesay from a I’ll perspective where Illness is not a compliment.. yes I am compliant, yes you can ask about it, the accidental deletion of 15 years of medical records so they…ask away, I’m not hiding, this is not anonymous as such, Yh compliant with meds so my Schizo Army including Autists, a rare diagnosis I know, what’s Wrong With Rog? We have lots of labels

Yh I feel threatened etc I dunno….is something threatening me? Victim Gotta Prove it

yeah u can read this in court, like Heat by 50 cent. Treat as Evidence for the Victim or not whatever. Considering legal Acton? Maybe it’s about You

or not.

Why have we got cable very suddenly?

A Horse Story For You

He asserted his dominance over his fellow beast with a sheepskin jacket. The sheep lobby was furious, he understood. But Maurice didn’t care. Leather trousers were next on the agenda.

Bloody vegetarians!  What about plant rights?  Vegetables feel pain too, you know.  Fish don’t really mind if you eat them.  While Jesus the Christ said to fish on the other side of the boat,  Maurice thought that, in modernity, it was better not to fish at all, given dwindling cod stocks.

That night Maurice used an equine condom.  He didn’t want horse children with Emma.

She worried about her husband smelling oats on her.

He wanted to talk to her but couldn’t – he was a horse.

He needed cash, and fast.  He advertised his arse space, spreading the word throughout the reptile community.  Sure enough, a pregnant snake responded, looking for somewhere affordable to give birth.  A horse’s arse looked ideal – warm, dark, plenty of nutrition, easily accessible.

SOL – Smiles Out Loud

Thank God for Atheism!

Nude horse on all fours

Nelly lifted his tail up and inhaled deeply at the hole.  She was pleased.

His grandfather claimed to have killed Shergar and Red Rum.

At the end of the ordeal, she stuffed a blood soaked tampon up his arse, forcing it home with a 13” rubber dildo.

Daddy, teach me how to poo again

Was this the human thing they called… love?

He was fed up with this grass shit – he wanted steak and chips.

Aliens + Hitler under the surface of Mars.

Aliens under Mount Everest and at the centre of the Earth

He greased his hoof and entered her.

All horses get married in heaven, unless they don’t want to.

As he drifted off to sleep under the influence of ketamine, he wondered how big God’s penis was.  It would be large, for sure.  One million miles long, and one hundred thousand miles wide? No, too small.  A billion miles long and one metre wide? No, too thin.  A nanometre long and seven light years wide?  Short and stumpy, but surely the Godesses couldn’t complain about God’s girth.

The ‘ Glen Hoddle’ dirt – Forced out

The Kenwyn  Jones – Dark, Fast, and Strong

He put his headphones on, and listened to AC/DC. He mimed along to ‘What do you do for money, honey?’, not missing a word.  This was his favourite song on the whole album.  ‘Have a drink on me’ was God’s favourite, he believed.

‘How High?’ II – White kid smokes dope, becomes a telepath

“Honey?”   “What, honey?”

“OH, I’m upset – please leave.”

Tweet tweet, flap flap, preen preen

“What’s up, hon?”

“It’s mating season” said the bird.

Rustle of feathers, rustle of feathers. 

Plumage!  Plumage!

“…or I’ll pop a cap into your anus.”

“Ass”

“Where?  Oh, I see.”

Jonathan Foreigner

“Oh, Mr and Mrs Foreigner, why did you call your only son ‘Jonathan’?”

He shat messily into her bird bath and left.  Later he wondered if he should have shat into her fish pond, too.  A missed opportunity.

A horse had been mugged by another horse – a damning indictment of Blair’s Britain.

Her visits to the stables became less frequent, but/ and she yearned for the feel of a horse between her thighs. For the smell of a horse.

He was fed up with sugar cubes – tonight he wanted a hamburger, one with bacon and cheese.

He was fed up with hay – he wanted pizza tonight.

He stuffed an acorn up his arse.

That night, he and Emma looked at the stars together.  “Wouldn’t it be wonderful to see the birth of a new star, to see a new planet? To explore other worlds?” etc….she asked.  He said he wasn’t sure, as he couldn’t even be bothered to visit Scotland, or Ireland.  It took all his effort just to jump the odd fence and maintaining a relationship between himself and his master’s wife.

She stuffed doner kebab meat up his arse, and fed.  The onion stang a little, but he was grateful she chose to forego the chilli sauce.  He enjoyed her tonguing his anus.  When she kissed him, he could smell the animal on her breath.

Maurice didn’t want to be responsible for the break-up of their marriage.  But he’d had human now, and had grown somewhat accustomed to it.  Emma was a fine horse, but she could never please him the way Nelly did.  He took a sip of lager as he lay uncomfortably in her bath. ‘I wouldn’t put my penis into a horse’s mouth’, he thought.  It could be bitten clean off.  At the very least it could be chewed up.  Better to stick to human females.  Oh, Nelly.  Her husband worked in the city, leaving her with a lot of free time and the keys to their stables.  If they did break up, maybe the husband could have a relationship with Emma the horse. This, he felt, would assuage his guilt.  But this was ridiculous, a man and a horse.  She wasn’t his type at all.

Her husband was away on business, and that night they lay together as woman and horse.

He didn’t dance unless he was on Jack and Jills. When he did dance, he made it count.  ‘Crazy Hooves’ some called him, ‘Aggressive stirrups’.

His nostrils flared violently as his horsecock wept milk.

He felt a gas coming and pushed at it, but at the last moment decided against it and backed off.  He didn’t want a repeat of the time he tried to do the loudest dirty air he could, to impress Emma.  After a meat korai!  He had ended up with chocolate sauce all down his leg.  Emma was substantially less than impressed, he reckoned.  She, on  the other hand, didn’t seem to go to the toilet at all, like all the best, classiest mares.

“Let’s make a sausage.”

Betty’s rules – 2.3secs for double, 5secs for treble

-Sir! Sir! A drunken horse has turned up at the door! He’s demanding cheese and wine! What should I do?

-Don’t let him in.

-He got in! He drank all our wine, then ate all of out fine cheeses! Then he was sick, very sick.

I heard that an elderly Jamaican man wandered the plains and fields of Jamaica, smoking skunk and occasionally muttering the word ‘fled’ and laughing. Is this true?

How does a horse go on holiday? Ryanair, usually.

‘Lucky’ the three legged mouse raped a horse.  The horse had cried rape before, and the mouse walked free.  The mouse’s mother told the horse that the mouse would, in the afterlife, be repeatedly penetrated by a succession of woodwind instruments, by an ant.  That ant would, in turn, be outraged by an elephant. Rough justice, perhaps, but justice nonetheless, she told him.  

He looked at the horsebox and frowned.  Having a bad horsebox brought shame to a horse.

Horse on horse violence…

“Are you of God’s shoe, or are you of Satan’s shoe?”

“You’re a dark horse” he said to the dark horse.

“I know that”

He didn’t like dark horses, but wasn’t racist.  Ok, he was a bit racist.  Coming into our stables, taking our oats, stealing our women with their dark horsecocks…

‘You look gay’ he thought, and indeed the dark horse did. He was dressed up in ribbons and a saucy hat.

God had, finally, proven that he didn’t exist.  He laughed softly.  He was the only entity capable of fully disproving God’s existence.

She attacked him with the black vibrator that night.  At this rate, he thought, he would need equine anal rejuvenation, from a specialist, such was the ferocity of her motions.

He thought about leaving, reconsidered, and urinated loudly into her kettle.  Later he would offer her a cup of coffee.  Strong coffee, to mask the taste of the horse water.  Perhaps he should have urinated into the decanter of whisky instead.  He sniffed at it, and decided that it was Jack Daniels.  He imagined that Jack Daniels may be tired of the informality of his name, and now preferred to be called James.  James Daniels.

He put on the eponymous Deicide CD, their debut album.  “Give praise to Satan” roared Glen Benton, “You will give praise…” He blinked, once. “…to Satan!”  Was this a prediction?  An order?  And maybe he would, but not tonight.  He supposed that in an alternate reality Deicide were a Christian soft rock act, spreading God’s message.  He must have fallen asleep then, for he awoke with Deicide still playing.  As he came to, he realised he must be in hell, and being shouted at by the dark one himself. That night he had a dream about being chased by Satan.

Maurice was worried – he was spending fully two thirds of his money on ketamine.

Third and final heart attack.

“Please give head to my arse.”

I’m a horse, intelligent for a horse, with horses supposed to be intelligent in the first place.  He rated himself above his horse peer. But who decided that horses were intelligent?  It was the humans, who were stupid.  So it didn’t count.

The next morning he could see and smell her dirt on his sword.

His frequent erections were troubling him.

He paused to consider the language he had just invented, while waiting for the second motion of his dirt to commence.  He had, in his mind, already created one of the letters in its alphabet.  It looked like this:  

*insert picture*

He realised it would take all of five minutes for a man to fashion it, longer for a horse, perhaps far longer.  One sentence, at that rate, could take several hours.  Even a long word would require substantial effort.  He mentally shelved plans to create new languages whose characters began merely as mental doodles, for  the next phase of his dirt was imminent.

This erection he welcomed.  He spoke to it softly.  Nelly guided it into her face, then her arse, which spat yogurt.  As he began to climax, images flooded his mind – Sheila the horse, Pantomime Villain the horse, Shadowfax – Gandalf’s horse.  And, for some reason, Bronwyn from Neighbours.  He felt his erection subsiding.  Shadowfax – the fastest horse ever created. And what curves!

Like when he got drunk and tried to have sexual intercourse with a police horse.  He wondered now what the police horse represented.  Was his attempt to penetrate  him or her (he was drunk, he didn’t mind) his attempt to thwart authority?  Was it, in that case, something to do with his father?  He finished his dirt and wiped his arse with a nearby towel.  She would barely notice, he thought – the dirt was clean, dry,  and had come out quickly.  ‘Fast and Dry, Slow and Wet’ , the old adage came to mind.  Was that blood on the towel?  He flushed and opened the door.  He noticed belatedly that he had become aroused while thinking about the police horse.  He now covered his erection with the towel, in case he was seen.  Was it already too late?

Hey! That’s…. 

-Alliteration! /

– Racist! /

– Onomatopoeia!

-That rhymes!

A horse has done something unspeakable…..

-On your ironing board

-in your bird bath

-inside your apron

-in the kitchen sink

-on the mantelpiece

-all over the remote control

-in your hairdryer

-in your breakfast cereal

Foreskin etiquette…..

-Wash in sink b4 penetrative sex (uncouth men don’t)

-Use highly scented oils and rub in hemp hand cream

David Camera – All about image.

Against all the odds, he had an erection.  At a time like this!

BETTY…..

-It’s dirt / gas

-Lets’s make a sausage

-Oh god… sag aloo / onion bhaji / quishe

-Fast / slow

-Wet / Dry

-Sweaty

-Soft / Hard

-Smelly

-Stubborn

-Phantom

-Dirty / Clean

etc…..

Chi…and that night he went to bed with an erection that would not subside.  He longed for opposable thumbs and a wrist.

“Please make love to my face with your arse.”

A wife and two beautiful girlfriends

CHILD STUFF-

(to school) “make me go,go,go,GO” (had been listening 2 Loose)

Child won a spelling bee!

Child has fake ID, aged 7

Child wants a pony

Child takes a hip flask full of red wine to school, gets thrown out

Death = memories released

“Ah…. So familiar” (ketamine scene)

The horse noisily stuffed a hoof into her arse.  She climaxed again.

“Make me”

“I’ll make you, in bed”

Bloody tampon in pint in pub.  HIV infected.

The horse drew deeply on his cigarette.  He was spent.

“Of course I bloody love you”

Emma the horse uses your face as a masturbation aid

It was the ultimate shame, being held down by four white girls and raped by a fifth, who gave him AIDS. It was all because they felt he was being gay to them.

What was his worst fear?  Being raped by a horse, a horse with AIDS

Bobby Wets Hits (Bobby wet shits)

She stuffed some oats up her arse, and sprinkled sugar on the outside of her anus, to please him.  

She thinks the horse is gay – that’s why she penetrates him

Horse: Maurice.  You don’t find out he’s a horse until later?

Impersonating, or being impersonated by, a horse / Dressed as a horse

Nelly plunged her favourite dildo deep inside the horse’s arse.  The horse came immediately, rivers of milk.  The creamy water sprayed against Nelly’s wall.  She reintroduced the phallus to the horse, feeding it slowly into him.  The horse instantly had another anal orgasm, and stomped as he came, his arse wet with milk.  Nelly, satisfied, returned to writing a song about Jesus’s foreskin.

Equine herpes

She took the horse’s length in her mouth.  He was quite small for a horse, but large for a man.

Where would the horse take her this time?  Mouth n’ ass, she supposed.

Rough Justice

She kissed the horse hard in the mouth

The horse noticed a flowing of blood away from his head.  Evaluating his crotch, his worst fears were confirmed  – he had an erection.

Is there a prouder beast?  Can a horse ever truly be tamed?

The horse withdrew from her mouth

“Why do you love me?”

“Because you’re beautiful and special, like the moon”

PET NAMES

Snooks

Darling-kins

Dolphin-kins

Pump-kins

Sausage of desire

Dandruff-kins

In the midst of their conversation, the horse noticed what he believed to be the beginnings of an erection.  He knew he was aroused – he could feel it

Her arse was soaking wet in anticipation of the horse’s member.

Handle of a wooden spoon (+ an enormous one)

Maurice released some dirty air before he expelled chocolate sauce.  He aimed for a rival horse’s water trough.  His aim was true.

No sex after marriage, rather than no sex before marriage

She sighed, and masturbated the horse into a trophy/shield/cup-a-soup/ oyster

It was like the thousand year reich, but with love instead of Nazis.

…burst into tears of joy

…has fallen in love with you

She wept tears of joy, of relief.

She laughed angrily and returned to composing a song about a butterfly

The horse resigned himself to another erection, and stifled his grimace with a hoof

A horse – in a dressing gown – drinking orange juice from the carton.  This was his worst habit, besides bestiality

He had suffered and erection

He pulsed into her

HORSE NAMES

Onion

Tobacco

Whisky

Pantomime Villain

He only started to worry when she suggested they introduced a sheepskin noseband into the bedroom, alongside the stirrups

SONG

In the morning

I awaken

You will be given

One last chance

To cook

The horse disrobed in front of her.  His erection was obvious.

The horse is aroused, and angered, by watching C4 racing, and, more worryingly, by Crufts

While he felt that his erection was unnecessary, he enjoyed the juxtaposition of it, set against the cold reality of that morning

In the thrall of a drug addiction

“It’s not an ass, it’s an ass-et”

He came velvet into her mouth

He messily wiped the dirt off his foreskin into her sink

That night her tits wept milk for him

The horse, once proud and noble, now discovered that he had an erection, in a barbershop

Oh. The shame!  It was barely lunchtime and he already had an erection.  In the newsagents of all places.

He felt a superior lyricist somewhere in the jungle, a larger cat

Nelly’s newspaper – doesn’t wanna be read

It was now certain – he had an erection.  “Not now” he thought, but it was too late – he was proudly erect

The horse submitted to the inevitable erection and backed into a bush to cover his shame.  This was absolutely the worst time he could achieve an erection.

Metaphor, for death

“Gimme the lute” – Biggie robbing a medieval ochestra

Rough justice – the condom was covered in acid and broken glass.  The condom is, of course, acid resistant and glass proof

He let fly.  God!  It sounded like an explosion in a trumpet factory/convention/museum/exhibition/reunion

END OF BOOK-

Meanwhile, somewhere in heaven, a horse was silently weeping with laughter.

“Oi!  Horseface!”

Daniel Druff

Invented or discovered time

Where is God’s love? God’s love is all around

Rivers of blood

“We’ve been defrauding you mercilessly for quite some time now”

“You smell of oats, and dandruff”

His Grandfather has worked on the Apollo program, albeit fraudulently

He approached her anus like a hungry horse approached a bucket of oats.

Of course!  A horses head… on a humans body!

SHEILA THE HORSE

-I don’t feel like prancing

-She’s only happy when she’s prancing

Dirt in and around the anus

WINSTON CHURCHILL JOKE (drink b4 breakfaxt)

Coke- not to be sniffed at

“Your face, my arse… now”

“You were’nt saying that with your tongue in my arse”

The horse noticed a tightening at his crotch.  It was true – he had sustained an erection.  Christ!  He had an erection!

Maurice eased into his smoking jacket and lit a small cigar.  Was bestiality so wrong if you were a horse – a beast?

LYRICS

I sprayed my mace anyway/

Quite unnecessarily/

He rolled around in agony/

But he deserved it/#

He had defrauded a swan

She could reward his diligence in bed by sniffing him

What was his worst habit?  Bestiality

She was dirty, wrong, and troublesome.

Can a horse ever be truly tame?

Ants – Fierce, proud, loyal, aggressive, 

“Milk me”

Powerful erection

Metallica’s Chinese tour  – ‘Trapped under rice’

LYRICS

Hey! Hey”

You! You!

I don’t like your foreskin

-This predated Lavigne

-Maybe she was Engival – the evil Lavigne, stealing her lyrics

Hers was more effective

God was an atheist as a child… his Dad put it down to lack of self belief

Canibus had extendable knees, and now represents six feet.  He, like Hendrix, had a penis extension, the first thing they got done when they were famous.  Naturally they were both tiny, like a child

“Our horses require lager, strong European lager. Preferably Stella.  One has ordered a takeaway, while two want to go to a club. One horse has been sick already”

“It’s longer than the file the FBI have on Canibus”

“You see, horse, I’ve become somewhat accustomed to you.  It’s like Annie Oakley, with more penetration”

MOTD

From the looks of Hansen’s tan, he had been away for a couple of weeks.  He would need a couple of MOTDs to get back his match sharpness. Perhaps we would see a rusty pun or two to start with.   With the squad rotation of Hansen, Lawrenson and Shearer, could  all pundits be kept happy?

God wore moccasins usually, but flip-flops on Sundays, for church.

All you’re base were belong to we

That night he approached her with his penis as an artist approached his canvas, with long, generous strokes.  Her bed was his easel, her body his canvas, his cock his brush.

HIS GROIN…

Leaked porridge

Spat cream

Ejected cough syrup

Voided itself

Came moss/vanilla/gravy/wet cement

Wizard joke – couldn’t get the staff

Nice guns – aim 2 please

Nelly’s tits

Nas – Pearl handled guns / pearl necklaces

50 Cent – get out the club (golf joke)

From the moment she saw him she knew she would have him.

His stirrups glistened in the sun

He was uncertain about the introduction of condiments into their foreplay

He cleaned his part with her toothbrush, wondering if the toothpaste would sting.

“There’s two types of people, I think. People that are cool, and people that think they’re cool.  I think I’m the first kind.”

It seemed silly to be ruled by a powder, stupid crystalline granules

Her arse smelled of apricot today.

He came into her nostrils while she was asleep.   The next morning she would blow her nose and look surprised.  She gazed enquiringly into the handkerchief, while he blushed.

SPINAL TAP SCRIPT?

APPLICATION FORM

Religion? All – he considered himself to be open minded.  Well, all major ones anyway, some minor.

Gender?   Yes, I see… he had a growth between his legs, this was called a…penis?  This would suggest that he was male.  Oh yes, and tits suggested femininity.  He ticked ‘male’ where there was supposed to be a cross.

Age?   His first thought was that he was several thousand years old.  This couldn’t be right.  He believed that he had existed in previous lives, so should he just add on their ages to the total?

Worst fear?  Being raped by a horse, a horse with AIDS

Weaknesses?

He was a social outlaw now.

She still carried a torch for him.  Hell, she still carried a gun for him.

“I’m sorry, I am unable to read your body language, being an autist.  We will find it difficult to engage in small talk.  Have you noticed that I am avoiding your eyes?   I feel I could have trouble relating to you.  What kind of animal are you in bed?  I’m a bustard, I think.  A large, flightless bird.”

In a dream, or something

In a vision, or something

Not freelance journalism as much as freestyle journalism – any topic, any time.

He’d see if he couldn’t force some dirt out.  Perhaps not force, he didn’t want to make it come out if it didn’t want too.  He would allow his sphincter to suggest it came out.

Still got love 4 it

At the sound of her voice the horse began to purr.

He had found God in an open sandwich.  Sort of a baguette.   Loose meat was inside, also onion.

Seeing Mr. Men on Television irritated him.  He had written to the producers a few years back,  suggesting new characters- new, more exciting Mr. Men.  Mr Complete Bastard was his favourite.  Mr Tourette’s was another.  And Mr….

He had heard that the second most recent Grand National winner had celebrated with a trough full of champagne and a sizeable line of ketamine.

NEW CRUFTS

Most Flatulent

Stupidest Bark

Least Well Groomed (dirty)

Strongest Bladder (messy and time consuming)

NEW HORSERACING

Wall of Flame

Points awarded for best fall

He knew that heroin would suit him, and that he would be addicted forever.

At his death he would burn in the fire of one hundred thousand and two trillion suns.

“Some people, they don’t wanna cheer, and they don’t wanna boo”

She invented the 27 fret guitar, which was closely followed by the 29 fret guitar.   She rushed online to patent her inventions.  Shit!  Someone had already invented the 30 fret guitar.  One higher… one longer.  No matter, she would simply invent the 31 fret guitar, no, the 32.  With eight strings.  Shit!  He’d invented that already, too!

He paused, thinking about leaving, then went back inside and masturbated into the bathroom sink.

Worse strikers than Thatcher

He wasn’t addicted, he just needed it all the time.  More each day.

-You may ask God one question

-God, what is gay?

-Gay means straight

-So what is straight?

-One question only, I’m afraid

-Perhaps straight means gay, then

She lightly soaped his horse balls and gently cleaned the inderneath of his foreskin.   She seasoned the foreskin.

What did the toilet say?  “I’m flushed”

What did the bottle of wine say?  “I’m drunk”

…Explodes in love

…Explodes in love again

…Once again explodes in love

…Once more explodes in love

“THAT’S THE LAGER TALKING” JOKE

He passed gas, and doubled back to inhale it.

“That’s my goal” (football / song)

He didn’t care much for the introduction of wooden spoons into their sex games, or mustard for that matter.

Anal herpes

He wanted to see him sodomised by disgruntled fire ants

He was upset – someone had put bacon in his coffee

EINSTEIN / HAWKING LETTERS?

He went to the Tate Modern, and saw an ass he liked. ‘Now that is art” he thought

Nelly in tate “I see art everywhere”

“THAT IT ALL” – common greeting in heaven

A picture painted a thousand words, but a good riff painted at least a couple of hundred.

“Yes, I am similar to the traditional Spaniard, quick with the wit, and quicker with the blade.”

Freedom of Thought

He stuffed his tobacco into her tobacco pouch

Over the next week she explored the boundary that existed between friendship and love, albeit with a horse.

She accused him that night of lacking passion

“If it would please you”

“Goddamn it lady, that’s my foreskin”

ALIEN STUFF – LONELY STAR?

We destroy your universe very easily

We destroy your sun with some ease

We destroy your silly world, we don’t know why

We use quantum weapons against you

We cut your planet in half with a powerful laser beam

We create 1000 ft tidal wave, with little difficulty

We steal your moon – this presents us with no real problems

WE PUT A BLACK HOLE IN…

Your sun

Your breakfast cereal

The middle of a café you favour

Your daily newspaper, in the sports section

Pall Mall

‘NICE’ WAR THREATS

-We accidently break some of your old, chipped china and immediatrely replace it with newer, better china from an established manufacturer of porcelain, after apologising profusely.  You may take this as an act of war.

-We stumble into your low quality TV, breaking some of the tubes.  For this we apologise, before offering to buy you a large laser TV.  This is, again, an act of war.

-We scratch your least favourite album, not on purpose, before asking you for your ten most wanted albums on general release.   We buy these for you on a format of your choice, after apologising.  We agree that this could be seen as threatening behaviour.

The horse began to purr at the sound of her voice.

This time to punish him she would pour whisky into his bottom.

“You are forgiveable”

Clear / Clear

Clear / Clean

Not Clean / Not clear

“I know – I checked”

“I know – I worked it out”

Please sniff me as a reward

He didn’t want to be naked.  He wanted equine clothing, horse underwear.

He disappeared up her arse for the second time that evening

Horse is a classically trained pianist

“Please kiss me as you once did”

“that horse has flown”

Jack of all tradesman’s entrances

She all but raped his mouth, with the handle of a wooden spoon

LOVE TUNNEL EUPHAMISMS

Gun cabinet

Trophy room

Love warren (for his love rabbit)

Garden Shed

Horse box

Bird’s nest – for his hungry crow

“Nigga you couldn’t describe a circle”

-Justin Timberlake changes his underwear up to five times a day…

-I know that.  I empathise, having bladder control issues myself

-Are you lonely, star?

-I am the loneliest star in the galaxy, one of the loneliest in the universe

-I shall be your friend, star.

A star explodes in love

ANTS

Aggressive

Proud

Territorial

Brave

Honest

Determined

Stubborn

Foreskin dandruff

Dirty mind, dirty foreskin

After childbirth her breasts were a sore point, literally

Heavy, full crotch

His sweaty horse balls heaved

He had a significantly larger than average penis, and felt he didn’t have to do anything special to her

She snacked upon his arse, before feasting on his horsecock.

He was a horse of limited circumstance

“I smell p****”

Why advertise the fact that you smell pissy?

To celebrate the arrival of a new wrap, he sniffed an abnormally large line.  Later he would sniff a similarly sized line to commemorate the gram

She was an ex-alcoholic which fortunately meant that she could still drink.  She wasn’t going to be a born again alcoholic

He doubled back to smell his gas, but it didn’t give up its secret easily

He greased his lamppost with bacon fat and entered her rather roughly, without a whisper of foreplay

She hoped the cubes of apple would attract him to her anus, as birds are attracted to a birdtable containing breadcrumbs. “You stereotype a horse” he thought as he grazed on it

SONG

“Jesus don’t want to clean his foreskin”

This wasn’t blasphemous – nothing in the bible suggested that Jesus’s foreskin was clean.  OY yeah, he didn’t have a foreskin.  Was he Jewish or something?  She thought he had been born in Saudi Arabia

This turned in to ‘Dirty foreskin blues’

-Well I woke up this morning

-I had dirt under my foreskin baby

-I think I’ll have to clean it

-With my wife’s toothbrush and soap

JOKE

What did Tim Wheeler say to his car insurer after an accident?

“Oh yeah, she was overtaking me…”

Betrayed for gold

Her vagina, to him, smelled as fragrant as fresh cut grass

‘Can you see me?” – Jimi’s poker song

Muffled whimper, then a yelp of pure joy

“At least it got a reaction”

“It did- now everyone thinks you’re a c***”

He hadn’e slept with anyone in ages, and was lacking match fitness

Her tits went south after childbirth – they flew to Argentina for the winter.  They were now screaming for worms.   Later they actually became firmer, standing up for themselves, and demanding worms promptly

He was what he called ‘exceptionally’ gay – he was pretty much str8 but would make an exception for a famous gay man.  He would do Michael Stipe for instance, or Freddie Mercury (before his death), partly to punish them for being gay.  Or Jake Shears.  Maybe even Stephen Fry…

If her paintings were her children, this one was a result of a quickie.  She felt dirty after completing a picture, as if she had been furtively masturbating

She wanted people of high class to stare at her work, nodding appreciatively.  A man would stroke his beard, his wife commenting kindly on the works’ rhythm

A friend had told her that her pictures were great when you were high.  She enjoyed this, and welcomed being the MF Doom of the art world.  That metal fingered bastard.

His erection chafed against his new horse underwear which had  been bought for him as a gift from his master’s wife.

HE CAME…

Waste

Polyester

Shampoo

Sawdust

Diarrhea

She disliked the foreskin as a symbol of male domionance over women through the ages.

Are there any black men in positions of authority here?

He noticed a string of cheese coming out of her arse.

God had struggled at mathematics at school, but excelled at English.  This disappointed God’s dad, who was a fine statistician.

She fed his hoof into her arse and then took it out, as clean as a whistle.

Emma was moulting, unusual for a horse.

He was upset and excited.  He had a lump in his trousers and jis throat simultaneously.

It was a bright Spring day in Autumn

“We use horses for food and for fuel”

JAmaisan raped by a broom handlr e at first?

MR MEN – Mr Europhile, the most politically aware mr man

What did the candle say? Get off my wick

What did the dog say? Get off my stick

Dog – woof. Woof.  Woof! WOOF!

Man – whats that, boy?

Dog – Master! My tail has become stuck up my own arse! What should I do, master, what should I do?

Man – Don’t worry, boy, I’ll yank it out

(muffled yelp of joy)

Dog – I love you, master

That was an expensive gas, as he had followed through

That night she broke the promise she had made to her father of his death bed never to take a horses cock in her arse.  She wrote the first chapter in her anal memoirs.

To chastise himself he would put the handle of a wooden spoon inside his urethra

So she couldn’t draw actual things.   Did anyone want to make something out of it?  She couldn’t do that either.

He did a difficult, stubborn brown

She bowed to her dolphin master

Jesus turned water into wine, but did he also do non-alcoholic drinks?   A fruit based drink for the lady?   Did his gifts go so far as to provide spitits?  Perhaps he could bestow spirits upon others as he was blessed in spirit himself.   “Oh. Sorry, Jesus, lager please, and a baileys for the wife.  No ice.  Three pounds thirty for the lager? Christ!  Any chance of a bowl of water for the dog?  Bar snacks?”

Nihilism meant nothing to him / her

Iain MC Banks

MC Iain Banks

MC Ken Loud

LEnneth MC loud

-I haven’t had relations in two years

-that’s nothing, I didn’t for 14

-when?

-ages 1-14

-That ciggy will take 5 minutes off your life

-7, actually, including the time it takes to smoke it

Ingual the horse is hungry – he’s had no hay again

HE was Liverpool thru and thru –if he was cut, he’d bleed red

He unfurled his trouser truncheon

Ohm – ni –bus

He had diced with death, literally.  They both rolled a four and, in the event of a tie, death had to let him go.

Faiths? All, including atheist

She was in a bad mood, and wrote and unduly harsh riff

She was trying to give up smoking using a system of rewards.  Her reward for not smoking would usually be a cigarette

He’d kill that horse in cold blood – he’d drown him in it

“Honey?  You’re coagulating again!”

She did it… for a reason

Well – established alcoholic

She would feed her child by allowing it to suck milk from her arse, thus saving her tits.

Spoons – business end as usual

Beethoven starts with a ‘C’

What does dr dre keep his records in ? Chronological order

What do schizophrenics and drunks have in common? 

An excess of spirits

He had been robbed of honour, of chastity, and of innocence and virtue.

He thought it was generous that they still found the time to cheer a poor opposition pass sarcastically despite being two goals down

His foreskin erupted in silk

SONG

I sprayed my mace anyway

Quite unnecessarily

He rolled around in pain

But that was OK

He had defrauded a swan

-Any advice?

-Never say ‘yes please ‘ to an alien horse or an alien fox.  Don’t drink poison.  Fear danger

“And what if I said I was falling in love with you, horse… all over again?”

-An outrageous embellishment

He had the horse flogged senseless

Custodian of hell

Yes, perhaps she had committed a slight breach of social etiquette by having a physical relationship with a horse

It wasn’t rape at first

So nelly hatched nevis the egg, which shot out of nelly’s arse when the time was right.   Nelly sat on the egg for 3 months, then Nevis pecked her way out.  Nevis the chicken was born! She was given a worm soon after

He had been usurped… by a horse

Time?  It’s all relative

-When I broke off in out frame of love snooker, I didn’t find baulk

-Our relationship is like an entertaining exchange of safety play which the knowledgeable crowd of the Crucible appreciate

-I didn’t find touch with my kick in our rugby game of love

-I’ve run out of position during a sizeable break of our love.  For the next shot of our love I don’t have my hand on the green baize

-I’ve taken the opportunity to go into your pack of love  but I haven’t been left on a red.

-Would you go down on a zebra for Jesus?

– I don’t know.  I guess Bono would.

-You may ask God one question

-God, what is art?

-Your face, my arse

She cut her hand accidently.  No problem – she would imbue the canvas with blood.  It was like the time she sank a double vodka and had the presence of mind to open her sketch pad before being sick

-I love you not

-I love you not, not

She had experimented with drugs while writing, and found that she would write with an identical style to writing sober.  But she would feel much better while she did it.

Even if she wasn’t concerned with him not resprecting her afterwards, he was certainly worried about it – she wouldn’t respect him in the morning due to his legendary lack of stamina.

-Why did John Lennon become a priest?

  -why?

-He didn’t like possessions

He suspected he was engorged, and that it was ast least a semi.

God! It was wet-  dirt was smeared in and around his anus

His stomach had more in common with 8 packs of the Nelson than with a 6 pack

God was an atheist as a child.   This was due to lack of self confidence, his father, God’s dad, thought.   Jesus, his son, feared crosses, and wouldn’t go near a hot crossed bun.

Why do Chelsea fans turn up at the last minute for matches?   Because their dads need to take them to the toilet

Why wasn’t the Chelsea match shown in the pub?  Chelsea fans aren’t allowed to drink yet

My guns are so nice they aim to please

She encouraged his foreskin to play with her tits.  They were small and mean.

SONG

Jesu, Jesu

Please wash your foreskin

With my cloth

In my sink

I’ll wash your feet

With a different one

A full quarter of an hour’s applause will be due to Englands World cup winning team, including subs.  What if a footballer wasn’t good enough to merit a full minute’s applause?  Would a few seconds do?   What about a really bad player?  Should he be roundly booed at his ddeath?

Jesus was sporting a mean, thin, bad-boy moustache on his upper lip

Me predict a shoebox, sha la la la, me predict a shoebox

Sha-la-la I love you Daddy!

He was pregnant with food, and would soon give birth.   The contractions had started, and he could feel the head poking out already.  He decided it was a female dirt.  ‘Congratulations’’, the doctors would say, ‘it’s a dirt’

‘Fuck off! I love you

-I love you! Fuck off

Dating rule – no skin contact on a first date

Rakim = natural aphrodisiac, Canibus = natural laxative

Dyslexic fishmonger – sold his sole 2 satan

She would compare herself to Hendrix: she wasn’t as good as him

What did nelly say to her broken tv?  “if you only had a guarantee…’ 

Her ass had gone downhill after childbirth – now it was grazing at the bottom of the field

The Kaka dirt – Quick and smooth

BAND NAMES

Anal Horsebox

That troublesome cove

Please sniff my arse

Maurice the excellently friendly alien

I killed Shergar

Trapped under rice (metallica covers band)

Gigadeth

Gimme the lute (mideavel ochestra)

Anal cheeseflap

It’s Gas

Vinegar horse

Tambourine

I love triangles

IT wouldn’t solidify

Eat my portion

She was drinking a bottle a day, but it was only a miniature bottle from a gift set from Boots.

She imagined Jimi Hendrix would be unconcerned at the relative potency of modern weed – he would simply get much, much higher

She pulled a tampon out of herself and harshly shoved it home with her fist – the final insult

He could count the number of gay experiences he’d had on the fingers of no hands

You cant see the ‘C’ like you’re landlocked

Hallucinogenic mushroom suppository

Forget the tits, she would put them straight on the ass.

He could put her a name to her face, but could he put her face to his arse?

What did the stick say to her then boyfriend?

-I’m a stick wit’ you

What did Hetfield say to his son who was practicind the guitar on a bad amp?  -Don’t take that tone with me

He remembered his first dirt as an adult well.   It was a greasy little affair.

Gas? Merely an anal exhalation, my friend 

Me and My World, thanks for asking

you wouldn’t believe this

Sooooooo…….something gets paid for me to be raped, someone or something actually pays England for me, R, to be violated, almost all ways beyond recoginsed means, which probably gives them a buzz seperate from what they get from violating me, my mind, soul, so they ben…who does this? you may ask, im used to that, i dont now whether to be brave and possibly foolish for my guess it’s some Cunty MP who is secretly Minister Of Information and get by on pity or people who know im right. Maybe i could survive by proving it. i mean…its difficult to prove you are being tortured through the medium of my TV…why do i have to prove it?

Back in the day, you know, like when it wasn’t embarrasing to be English which it is…it’s like blame the victim politics. Honestly yeah they act like that, ‘they’ yeah, and assume the characteristics of The Culture, ‘always bully the bullied’, ‘always blame the victim’ so when i point out that it’s unlikely to be me, and them…yeah…(‘Culture being an invention of Iain Banks, is SF)

but i digress….my point? Lies, man. They are lying, i’m not. Few Paranoid Schizophrenics do, yes i am, thanks. My point is that my fellow schizos are tortured to such an extent that suicide is the only (excuse?) option, and…excuse? Man whoever is representing that bullshit should have little to no power, especially over the vunerable …people…oh drugs are sometimes effective, yeah, Medicine for the Brain i call drugs, at least when im high, which i am, no drugs either, i mean recreational or performance enhancing drugs, you know, the type which is routinely banned from Sport…performance…enhancing….anything…can we take it? literally lol Can We Take It, reminds me of Nas / Sepultura with your hands out for my money, like how much can i take? / can u take it?

Let them take it, aww c’mon just a bit of Whizz, see us right, rumour says that the majority of the Front Row are Bombing a conservative amount of Billy, back when it wasn’t linked with having No Mates, it just makes the routine affordable, like…amphetemine…huh i recall, remniscing, when i bombed a reasonable amount of billy with a friend and talked shit all night but it was more a monologue from Homeboy. Got some decent dialougue, some in word form, crafted with some guile i must say, formed the basis of ‘You Be Talking Shit’ from ‘To Blag A Safe Forever’ by Ostravious who is not my Pen Name. At……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….At……………………………………….Fucking………………………………..All…………

life is a performane, man, oh i saw Homegirl In The Mental Hospital recently, i thought i did, in Mixed Ward, not saying where or her name, but she looked fucked up, all aggro and bad teeth, challenging the girls like “Bring it, Bitch” yeah she shouted with ‘The Matrix c’mon’ with her fingers. Fucking horrible very often in the Mental Hospital…who is in charge? Nobody knows who The MP For Mental Health is, well there isn’t one…fair play…maybe there should be, maybe someone like me? Nah noone like me…We desparately need union, solidarity, theres so much common ground, more and more ppl are nuts….lol…yes i am getting tired…you can tell…..but this writing exists…i know homie, maybe you think it shouldnt, maybe thats Freedom of Thought, like how R says, anyway its a decent outro with phall (?) from the Thought Police earlier to…who knows…maybe…you’re so vain i bet u think this is about you (song) actually u so mad (insane) you probably think that this is about you! Well it is, kind of, sometimes affinity is rare, u agree with my sentiment, i welcome the support. Maybe all Mentally Ill should Strike, too (strike two?), Sadly we would display our displeasure about our treatment by refusing meds? Hmmmmm

Motivate, motivate, y’all

Medicate, medicate, y’all

Oh…you know how Extra Terrestrials think the same thing and it pops up in your non-mechanicle head? Word Spreads…sometimes the only reason to write, play, rap, sing, etc is because you know that ET’s routinely monitor the…and there it goes!…the internet……….they are desperately ‘concerned’ about the Plight of ‘The World”

“What are you selling?” thats what they communicate to me. Huh my head got removed from my body. this happens a lot, results in less life for me, makes me ‘Think’ about ”God” cos it is Communication Beyond Recognised Means, a rather abrupt communication, u lucky lot get more R while Angels shiver in a frail panic…

What’s Happening, Man?

get it together, keep it together, try to share it where it becomes together with_______hmmm…..!!!!!!!

Oh i do have a book out soon (all that and he’s flogging a dodgy book! scandal!)

Gonna treat myself to a New Fender when it comes out

Peace to my Autist buddies and ET’s the Universe across. They quietly understand. (you got water? holy shit is it free?) its true we have water drinkable at room temperature… could sell it, just need to get rid of the salt…whats it like? earth? Salty. oh, salty. you got not enough, we got too much…but im not gonna pimp liquid to live

What

Ya

Smoking?

wont let you smoke with me?

Peace, RMF Feb2023

ead

Golden brown

Golden brown

Never alone

No harm done

My only one

Never alone

Always alone

Golden Crown

What have I done

Texture Andromedan

I found

And there it goes

Goes til it’s gone

Modest sensation of dreaming

Sounds Remotely sounds like screaming

My lover is a cacodaemon

Draining my soul

And remnants of past

All done

All olone

But one too many

Get the job done

Two is company, three is a crowd

One is one too many

Oh, for you, too

Must be difficult for you

I beg the Gods to Turn Me Off

I’d like to not exist,

It’s my right to want to check out

If not then whose

Nazis would prefer Jews to live, too

Existing only to feel pain

An experiment

Yeah in my heroic majesty

I feel weird when Angel Of Death is on

Golden rule transgression

All alone

Always alone

She’s sayin she’s around

Always around

At All

Never going to be alone again

Does this mean what it seems times ten

Pathogen on my pillow

Angel demon be at my side

Not even traditional evil

Or when it blatantly is evil

They’re Acting…. Believe that shit?

Say it’s a performance

Stop pretending, perforate you

Always a god, never

Never alone

Got Five minutes?

Almost a Deity

But reliant on Bone

Come jump on mine 8)

Never a God

Always alone

See his photos?

Performance doing well don’t we all

Ain’t Nobody around

With no Golden Brown

I can’t stop crying

Boy, when u dance to Boys Don’t Cry, boy

Suggest what I should clown to

We’re golden brown

Never coming down

Never alone with golden brown

By myself but not alone

Turn it down like tone

You know I can’t, son

Gained a reason to live I didn’t want

I wasn’t looking for one

For the horse you’ve got much fonder

Than for me, and I wonder

If that’s a fair contest li ponder

Not stoned but still owned

My physical co-owned

A marigold amber colour system

We’re never never alone

Never afraid

Wearing a dressing gown

You can’t bring me down

Now I’m in a cell

Never apart

Never part us

No need to ask that which is known

Cried 41 times, I didn’t know

Didn’t know it was my Dads best song

Until a retroghost told me

He was my dads best friend

That is

Until someone had to go down

For the Fenchurch tickle

Put on The Hammer by Motörhead then

You are your fathers son now

Golden brown he heard

Why can’t i…

Develop a frown

Dig the groove

I feel him cry with me

Timmy why don’t u do something about it

My man

Always solo

Shoot golden brown

On our own

Shut em down

Shut em shut em down

Shut em down

Cant touch my golden brown

Is Known around cos threshold blown

Someone’s messing with my trout

Fish hating motherfucker

U could never Atone

U could attempt though

Thought, though…

What we are reduced to

Four years into a milllisecond

Here’s a thought-

Why don’t you

Get

Off

My

Dick

Never alone

Never again

Always around

Silence is golden

Nelly

Then again

That plucky battery hen

Sometimes u need a Hey!

Notice me!m

I’m not invisible!

Do I smell ?

Aren’t I good enough or not good enough

Well at least one and probably the other

He likes silence?

There’s a lot of it in isolation

When you’re talking to yourself

And you’re all alone

And thieving guns lyrics by Axl Rose

They say I passed the test

They say I am the son of God

I’ll make sure to tell my Doctor

Cos he’s never heard that from ever

Vai comes like lava from a volcano

Lies come likes Roger

A stranger looking at my name

It’s wild outside, a white boy wilderness

Why would I strive to go outside

Outside is for the privelidged

It’s acid rain and oxygen deprivation

Lazer scars number 18 and Rog mutilation

Manipulation of brain systems

His memory shows he’s retarded too

Where did that come from,

Where did he come from

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Life in my Head

Golden brown

Golden brown

Never alone

No harm done

My only one

Never alone

Always alone

Golden Crown

What have I done

Texture Andromedan

I found

And there it goes

Goes til it’s gone

Modest sensation of dreaming

Sounds Remotely sounds like screaming

My lover is a cacodaemon

Draining my soul

And remnants of past

All done

All olone

But one too many

Get the job done

Two is company, three is a crowd

One is one too many

Oh, for you, too

Must be difficult for you

I beg the Gods to Turn Me Off

I’d like to not exist,

It’s my right to want to check out

If not then whose

Nazis would prefer Jews to live, too

Existing only to feel pain

An experiment

Yeah in my heroic majesty

I feel weird when Angel Of Death is on

Golden rule transgression

All alone

Always alone

She’s sayin she’s around

Always around

At All

Never going to be alone again

Does this mean what it seems times ten

Pathogen on my pillow

Angel demon be at my side

Not even traditional evil

Or when it blatantly is evil

They’re Acting…. Believe that shit?

Say it’s a performance

Stop pretending, perforate you

Always a god, never

Never alone

Got Five minutes?

Almost a Deity

But reliant on Bone

Come jump on mine 8)

Never a God

Always alone

See his photos?

Performance doing well don’t we all

Ain’t Nobody around

With no Golden Brown

I can’t stop crying

Boy, when u dance to Boys Don’t Cry, boy

Suggest what I should clown to

We’re golden brown

Never coming down

Never alone with golden brown

By myself but not alone

Turn it down like tone

You know I can’t, son

Gained a reason to live I didn’t want

I wasn’t looking for one

For the horse you’ve got much fonder

Than for me, and I wonder

If that’s a fair contest li ponder

Not stoned but still owned

My physical co-owned

A marigold amber colour system

We’re never never alone

Never afraid

Wearing a dressing gown

You can’t bring me down

Now I’m in a cell

Never apart

Never part us

No need to ask that which is known

Cried 41 times, I didn’t know

Didn’t know it was my Dads best song

Until a retroghost told me

He was my dads best friend

That is

Until someone had to go down

For the Fenchurch tickle

Put on The Hammer by Motörhead then

You are your fathers son now

Golden brown he heard

Why can’t i…

Develop a frown

Dig the groove

I feel him cry with me

Timmy why don’t u do something about it

My man

Always solo

Shoot golden brown

On our own

Shut em down

Shut em shut em down

Shut em down

Cant touch my golden brown

Is Known around cos threshold blown

Someone’s messing with my trout

Fish hating motherfucker

U could never Atone

U could attempt though

Thought, though…

What we are reduced to

Four years into a milllisecond

Here’s a thought-

Why don’t you

Get

Off

My

Dick

Never alone

Never again

Always around

Silence is golden

Nelly

Then again

That plucky battery hen

Sometimes u need a Hey!

Notice me!m

I’m not invisible!

Do I smell ?

Aren’t I good enough or not good enough

Well at least one and probably the other

He likes silence?

There’s a lot of it in isolation

When you’re talking to yourself

And you’re all alone

And thieving guns lyrics by Axl Rose

They say I passed the test

They say I am the son of God

I’ll make sure to tell my Doctor

Cos he’s never heard that from ever

Vai comes like lava from a volcano

Lies come likes Roger

A stranger looking at my name

It’s wild outside, a white boy wilderness

Why would I strive to go outside

Outside is for the privelidged

It’s acid rain and oxygen deprivation

Lazer scars number 18 and Rog mutilation

Manipulation of brain systems

His memory shows he’s retarded too

Where did that come from,

Where did he come from

Nothing

Gold n’ n’Brown

Golden brown

Golden brown

Never alone

No harm done

My only one 

Never alone

Always alone

Golden Crown

What have I done

Texture Andromedan

I found

And there it goes

Goes til it’s gone

Modest sensation of dreaming

Sounds Remotely sounds like screaming

My lover is a cacodaemon

Draining my soul

And remnants of past 

All done

All olone

But one too many

Get the job done

Two is company, three is a crowd

One is one too many

Oh, for you, too

Must be difficult for you

I beg the Gods to Turn Me Off

I’d like to not exist,

It’s my right to want to check out

If not then whose

Nazis would prefer Jews to live, too

Existing only to feel pain

An experiment 

Yeah in my heroic majesty 

I feel weird when Angel Of Death is on

Golden rule transgression 

All alone

Always alone

She’s sayin she’s around

Always around

At All

Never going to be alone again

Does this mean what it seems times ten

Pathogen on my pillow

Angel demon be at my side 

Not even traditional evil

Or when it blatantly is evil

They’re Acting…. Believe that shit?

Say it’s a performance 

Stop pretending, perforate you

Always a god, never

Never alone

Got Five minutes?

Almost a Deity

But reliant on Bone

Come jump on mine 8)

Never a God

Always alone

See his photos?

Performance doing well don’t we all

Ain’t Nobody around

With no Golden Brown

I can’t stop crying

Boy, when u dance to Boys Don’t Cry, boy

Suggest what I should clown to

We’re golden brown

Never coming down

Never alone with golden brown

By myself but not alone

Turn it down like tone

You know I can’t, son

Gained a reason to live I didn’t want

I wasn’t looking for one

For the horse you’ve got much fonder

Than for me, and I wonder

If that’s a fair contest li ponder

Not stoned but still owned

My physical co-owned

A marigold amber colour system

We’re never never alone

Never afraid

Wearing a dressing gown

You can’t bring me down

Now I’m in a cell

Never apart 

Never part us

No need to ask that which is known

Cried 41 times, I didn’t know

Didn’t know it was my Dads best song

Until a retroghost told me

He was my dads best friend

That is

Until someone had to go down 

For the Fenchurch tickle 

Put on The Hammer by Motörhead then

You are your fathers son now

Golden brown he heard

Why can’t i…

Develop a frown

Dig the groove

I feel him cry with me

Timmy why don’t u do something about it 

My man

Always solo

Shoot golden brown

On our own

Shut em down

Shut em shut em down

Shut em down

Cant touch my golden brown

Is Known around cos threshold blown

Someone’s messing with my trout

Fish hating motherfucker

U could never Atone

U could attempt though

Thought, though…

What we are reduced to

Four years into a milllisecond 

Here’s a thought-

Why don’t you

Get

Off

My

Dick

Never alone

Never again

Always around

Silence is golden

Nelly

Then again

That plucky battery hen

Sometimes u need a Hey!

Notice me!

I’m not invisible!

Do I smell ?

Aren’t I good enough or not good enough

Well at least one and probably the other

He likes silence?

There’s a lot of it in isolation 

When you’re talking to yourself

And you’re all alone

And thieving guns lyrics by Axl Rose

They say I passed the test 

They say I am the son of God

I’ll make sure to tell my Doctor

Cos he’s never heard that from ever

Vai comes like lava from a volcano

Lies come likes Roger 

A stranger looking at my name 

It’s wild outside, a white boy wilderness

Why would I strive to go outside

Outside is for the privelidged

It’s acid rain and oxygen deprivation 

Lazer scars number 18 and Rog mutilation

Manipulation of brain systems

His memory shows he’s retarded too

Where did that come from, 

Where did he come from

Nothing 

Queens Jubilant Jubilee Discourse

Yeah. I think I I think I think…

i-think I think think they think i’m… man if I could get it together I could have got a couple of bags off the title. Oh absolutely sir. Wanna know the real truth? Keep writing, soldier. But this 4 now –((( you are the Earths best secret…keep it that way)))that’s bullshit, representing the UK in any way. My American buddies know about me, they were gonna gimme a little… thats right in a way, man, but, uh…

keep writing yeah…YEAH!?! 8) 8) 8) thats yours, your ….sorry….your invention, like the ”’think”’, thr DAH double artifivial harmonic, maybe? Oh, really the whole Apple prognosis, yeah, when u were driving to Sainsburys in Norwich…

hmmm…yh in my head…i remember a recall from the future? Uhh I thought like ”’all the songs in the world…in one place”’ well that happened, and, like Pantera, sure x

travelled as a thought from the 29th century, invented by myself in the…the…the…the…the future yeah

??Proof?? prove to who? Too much…

In England? You expect me to take what Anselmo, P. to court?

Whatever. Whatever yeah. We Want

GRAP Back. Back? My heart sinks like Buzzkill by Ash…i got a feeling…did some stupid greedy motherfucker steal the program? U want it back? I didnt know it had been aired in U.S.A. I knew it was on USSR Boxes because…what I cant tell the truth even only in my Mind Over, Even Only Here, on my Deeply Flawed Apple shit….oh………im getting hated, ppl didnt like it. So fucking what, dont look. Who? Were sorry we had to….

man vibes went with an enemy 4ever popping up

going 4 cig. Uhhhh….ask Taucetttttttyyyyy1.4767369472 because thats where it originated.

Need her? no…….oh……

**********stars are shining again*************because of our love***stars dont have 2 pretend now***stars are infinite, your bf is not.***settle down, starz******and learn a valuable lesson in Rog street politics…….what is that on your head, close to that green sphere, R?**********go stars****watch Im Like A Bird Vid*******************************relesased 1 june 2022 by Nelly Furtado, u dont like it? Uhhh ok ******but shes infinite and holds the key to our future, together with Rog OG etc, Fluffy***********************

*we saw the vid…doesnt she love herslf any more (can get that off Rog…love enough 4 both of us)

maybe…(its a setup I swear nothings this good and free

ILAB sw andra! Thats a lot of stars…when Nelly does it its ok 4 anda but not the Hubble…we dont like you looking as us, __________

awwww a good natured star region, a winning smile both beautiful and proper

thinking its What NF does, talk to suns (whos fucking toes are they?) I am still alive kind of u Can(()))bullshit In Me Only

killed maybe………and……..it……..starts……….allover again

Oh I Scored. Slept with her, literally

perhaps reward by her for a rousing version of Aint No Telling by Me but by Hendrix then

just then the magickal energy which was donated by myself was used against me, a glitch in the matrix, energy derived from ”’I cant live without you, you win”’ Her, I was lying down on my single bed…bed…

no the magix gone, but I got a date to marry Her…The first day of June 20lol and….

and she…a set up she warned…something pretended to be Ron Jeremy, after he exited stage magnificently, like Im Ron Jeremy and im done with this shit, dickhead stole the energy, then rapes your girl, sir, and mine, energy from Nelly, man, electric like how nf got started, dendrites

******goood shit more later 8)

8)

(or)

as my man TT would often exclaim..

ORRRR…..theres a man with genuine options within an unfriendly framework but still…..i dont feel I need to point out that I still love him.

not him or nelly At All ***

meanstar ppl! Choice! Like a choice goal….a choice sample of brie just when you thought cheese was an english invention, fictional….”’i ask you, snooks, where is my (weve got to visit rog again!) …(! ?) 8) were wasting our time, theres no dairy products of any circumstance here..

*a loose cheese is…what, forced? Makes me look weird but…thrust into Arthurs beautiful face…at first annoyed to be violated…then the anger subsides as he realise that it’s…Camambere! (Taxi for A?)

earth is fucked up, arthur, man, weve got to play GRAP against beatuiful Taurans being fucked up after being invited by the USA / UK

a- (got to go)

(not just about cheese u know… theres cricket too lol

and i’ll forego the kilo of merchandice in the name of honour, that is, unless its Rockforte, Rog 8)

were here to see you not him! Who?

Arthur exits and rog feels lonely and scared…rumours of ASAP GRAP…who’s holding it back?

A gift from arthur in the name of And’a’n vibes in the Corridor is all but spurned by R, who apologises…can And’a mechanisms truly be manifest on this crazy crazy rock we call Terra? Partly estrangad?

Not on your fucking life sob woof…cat eat…sob woofers…my dog must eat biscuits from a priceless heavily and discretely enammeled saucer…imagination machine( you use Me* as)…ive got no imagination due to shalalalala brain da…no, you’re not upsetting me…is it because I prefer Tau Ceti? 8( sometimes, yeah. I dont…i feel…i need a councillor. A’a, you know its weird how I cant talk to…oh by all means impose…Buzz…Fucking…Kill

cant talk to anyone about this, talk with the blablabla *so what? Were doing this for our benefit (who is this? Think some ppl jus wanna be part of my would be code, well it must be ‘cos u can’t read it…Boring? Me?

A reality test 4 sure is coming up…on a banana shaped lozenge weighing approx One Ounce…oh of course of

im tired, quite a compliment to u that my pseudobrain cant cope…describe my day? Yeah OK…ohhhh but would it be too fucking boring yes probably my day a typical sample of OK… i’m going 4 a cig Outside im im allowed ****security protocol 1443 – a nonce in an elevator***

…dont use the lift. If im allowed to go outside At All honestly ive been part of creating an interesting vibe

(and which Rog r u today?

That’s fair but how would I know?

Moods of a Paranoid Schizo with Psychosis, Autism, Depression and…Alien shit in the Junk DNA? Woof.)

We want to be with you too

me too

G shit is fucked up

rog is boring due to CH niknaks/tictacs joke which compressed two jokes into one or 3 in 2…FM? They argued…………………………………………………….they say…………………………………………………….that if u did this, the…………………………………………………………………………………………………………….for a loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooonnnnnnnnggggtime…….need to balance something to make a purchase, wont impress flush, son…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….wedge the shit homey…………u was gonna say why……………..not why not but why……………..……….orrrrrrrr…***************************************************************************i need help ASAP********************************…….in the name of dw……..hmmmmmmmmma stoic defence of mankind and then some? Nah del…or u r off on transylvania malarky? Whatever…u hear that from Pompey? Yes? I hope u do and sympathise this dude is truthful and mad, copy? Yo if u on …lol sides again RMF, lyrical? Hmmmmmmmmmmm these things take time (yo…some mad wigga manifest in corner chair…we not ba’al we african americans?…powder blue eyes, white then black skin..Oh u from Haiti? Man…my fuckin teef hurt, is that haiti or Timmy? Either way….

Oh, I was described as a talented rapper by one of my favourite rappers, praise is nice from someone you uhhh…respect 8) one of the nicest ever *more and windy bag back ok no?

Buuuut this shit…too much of a threat to my person…i understand why they always on about ”’never go outside again”’ yeah ok what u gonna send smokes from And’a? Hmm..oh actuallty yes its in your relationship with staff file?/ criticising my social skillz? Oh talk FM or PL

(that was sadio mane being chased by an elephant btw…Mane…my uh opinion? Good song by Nirvana but thats just opinion I guess…………..i feel completely fucked and yeah after the would-be performance I get…not…fuck, im fighting to survive At All, dude does it for heart, pride and honour. If he ever became an ant I think he’d get on well. But then I put him on the board of dgwf and he sadly failed to satisfy all consumers, sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo maybe he’d…dunno. Man I didnt grow up in a yh whatever We Did in a hood of Queens some of us Oh Rappers…an olde friend covers eyes and laughs ”’nnnnnoooo!!!!”’ just quit that rap shit and write about animals like ….yeah I must have overlooked many (in a hood u mean? (we just want to be involved in your life, writing etc, sorry* oooorrr….))hmmmmmm) man sounds mutually beneficial….share this: I beat Canibus in a Battle. Nobody…man, ask Chuck D…funny, u say the name and a hybrid zulu with a laptop chucks a spear at me from across the way……………………………………………………………….oh my man says that this hospital has the lowest recovery level in the entire County (state ish) and…man…uh…Ma (?) uhhh wheres my Paper? Oh What A Carve Up 8(

8( disattisfied with HB (was it hb or roger f”) dont matter you’re the best in the World right now…at this style of style manns

wanna be involved in my life, not necc. my attempts to do anything of course…Oh u mean Life? Man…oh I thought..seeing…man im soooooooooooooooooooooooo tired of fighting ppl…things, stars, galaxies (TALK TO GALAXIES TO BE…NOW outside with a Fag , with Whitehouse etc….OK? Uhhh that’s fair)

*****ffffffffffffuuuuuuucccccckkkkk******

a trap? I should know, I got caught in a FoxTrap Equivalent

went outside thru reception, like the travelling Testaverdis, outside with my customary cigarette, smoked adjacent to fierce No-Smoking signs with less than normal comfort. You see, it windy and cold, I went to renew relationship with P.Salt, he was messed up, everything was wrong, neither of us were high, …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………woof! Wait 4 c reaction 8) wd