My Cake Tea

Whip you silly
Endorsed by money
Endorsed by crack
Nicki give me the merc, smoke Hersch,
Money down shell gimme the tush
I’m death boy, death man
Just as well I’m not in a hospital
Death by disease, airbourne aids but cureable cancer
As I contemplate getting high off a chillum
Stun you with the stun gun, go stunting with my mum
Stab you or shoot you depends on how I feel
Shit is real, there’s gotta be someone I can kill
But I only respect you if I can’t kill you
But that’s not you
Motherfucker
I’m the most African
Can’t get u food but I can take the pain
Cos I can’t take the pain
Most of the bad shit is from mistakes made in the past
By me, maybe
Let me take the pain, baby
Then perhaps offer to smoke opium with me off a crude clay pipe
Opium for Africa, the healing type
Martyrdom for death boy, write the best riff ever written
Give satch hand strain,
When I had bad dreams of hell the only one who cared was Germain
If u love someone get them high
Yeah maybe a crystal bong, u ever smoke resin?
For starters it’s not for beginners, but that’s just………
Peace from death boy

Getting money from saying words
How absurd
I keep it surreal
And attempt to sell you pills
Caffeine leisure supplement thrills
Make you feel the need to kill
What do you expect, I’m addicted to death
I end things, I end things
Then puff low quality hashish through a semi decent pipe
Yeah that’s right
I must kill I must kill I must kill
That’s what it sounds like in my bean
Paying my cat to clean, that’s probably obscene
Warrants a fine from feline minds
Schizos maybe shouldn’t get a cat,
Like what’s a schizophrenic like?
Well what’s being human like?
What’s liking someone like?
Yeah like what’s liking like
I think that
Cos u just my type
Serial number similar, a futuristic robot 🤖 from a bygone era
Excelling in terror, the most notorious man in Winchester
Except for top tramp Ron
He’s not really gone
Gets free pasties for dropping wisdom
How could I look down on him
The way everyone did
Fuck this
That’s what we all are thinking
Deep down, do you even have any feeling?
I’m feeling I’m feeling shit, who invented the word feeling?
Me
Andy? I need a drummer.

Stupid, ugly flower

I must be a stupid, ugly flower
No one left to blame except a kitten and a moon
I cried twenty nine times before noon
Even woke up Springsteen, he cried in his dreams
Monday is a bad day, it always was
U get punished if u got high at the weekend
By some authority, hey, don’t punish me
Tuesday can be ok, used to stay up
Get paid, three outta four weeks
Bruce says I owe him twenty
Man…I ain’t got twenty
I bArely got one
Gotta get paid, says her fiancé
Pay me
Pay me
Wednesday is Odin day, I got the sword too
Septic schizo with a sword
That’s me
Where are you?
At home
Stupid fucking ugly flower
Couldn’t attract her
Crying circle ⭕️
I recently founded one
Bad people don’t cry themselves to sleep
Then cry at the thought of a new day
Masking my cowardice with blame and fate
Hey maybe he’s gay
A lady’s man
A ladyman
Play Electric Ladyland again, man
Got problems like Dirk Kuyt got work rate
Like Anderton got proneness to injury
Like everyone on tv got syrups
Do kittens have periods?
Kittentampon, a subsidiary of kittenstare
It’s not fair
This isn’t fair
If life’s not fair then it’s unfair
Oh, go, life.
Yeah that’s fucking great
No choice in life or death
No sense in either
◦ Born to die
Afterlife must be after death 💀
I bet the fuckin afterlife isn’t fair either
Woof

Awwwwwwwwwwwwww Fuck It!

Cig break

I wonder if I can say bomb.
Can anyone?
💣
Bomb.
Boooooommmmmbbbbb

Well u didn’t invent it, who did?
Duncan bomb I guess
Uhhhh mood swing
Uhhhh moon shit
Yeah I do blame the moon,too
I thought I did do
I want to bomb myself it’s true
Thats untrue what I wanna do
If you’re apricot I wanna be…April Mandelbrot
The last cries of a dying pigswan
A horsebee, ladybiscuit or serpent lion 🦁
I ain’t a ladyboy I’m a ladyman.
Fuck
Fuck

You said
My boyfriends shaft is thick and long
Do you want it in your ass
Gypsy

My response is this
Now hear this
And listen good, lady
Because here it comes…
I don’t know.

Just cuz u getting some and I’m not
There is no difference u right
So ur getting some, are right, and have the smallest nose ever
Oh….fucking…..go…..you!!!!

A summary of Tech+Game

Part One

The BBC B Microcomputer. 32k. 32. Yup. Man that’s not much….RAM. This isn’t much you say. Back in the day, pre internet, before the alignment of the Planets and harmony ruled once again, this was the latest tech. My Father, Dr Malcom Keith Francis, PHD, bagged one straight away at considerable to no expense.

The BBC, the British Broadcasting Corporation, unless I’m mistaken, unless it’s a weird acronym that meant something else. Electron was I believe the precursor, if you will, to the BBC, never saw the A.

Yet…….what did the BBC stand for?

anyway. Early adopting Daddy got it and it was the best thing ever. It had mad games. Snooker. PAC Man. Snake. Asteroids. Even a fledgling Football Manager, where it was the World Cup and you could be Czechoslovakia, if you wanted.

 

Man I have rarely if ever seen a linesman this inept. Who’d be a linesman? Except perhaps a trainee linesman. Offside! Ref? Linesman?! My God…my god. This season…What Paul Pogba just did in The 50s ish at Highbury deserved a red card. All season long. It was a foul. It was! Ok ok so I’ve got money on Arsenal to Win. But only a tenner. Refs a bit…a little thirsty. Fuck me if United Aren’t cheating scum. I fucking hate United.

So we’ve won it. And I’m still disenfranchised to a considerable extent. But to be fair …. am getting superstitious man. Was watching on BT Sport, then LFC TV for radio and a little partisan commentary for once……..then I smoked green in my bedroom, legally. I don’t care who knows. Legal. BT Sport is good, the subtitles are better all of a sudden. That’s for the deaf. Suddenly the deaf, like my mum, Jenny, are all…I can see, and shit like that. Referee….ref…….come on reds. Lallana magnificent, Maniche

Football. I’ve seen referees sacked over less. Disgrace. If doctors can get put in prison on a malpractice suite…as a ref…he has got every single major decision wrong today. At Liverpool. Vs Burnley. Keeper fouled. It was a foul. It just was. Maybe the ref didn’t see it. Yet again the red men of Anfield are the victims. Then he’s given us nothing. Maybe he’s been bribed. RefWatch. Maybe it’s unfair to blame this woefully poor official, and instead blame…well its a Sunday…so we can blame…this is too important to let some prick mess it up for us. Us. There I finally said it. Us. There is an us. A Sunday you say? I’m off to write a book about football, and after that I’ll probably get high. Seesaws! YNWA. Fool!

…but it wasn’t a problem because the AKAI can be powered thru USB and so my iPro. How long until I-mail? yeah. Who owns this? What is ownership? Man. Politics…Religion….sure I can talk about it. Kipper…kipper….kipper! Anyway AKAI is, on Amazon, a century. Speakers suck but its cheap. Volume…can u get…or I mean, really, me? Can I get paid? Im poorer than Harry Potter inventor JK Rowling ever was. Or, in fact, just as poor and I don’t knowingly have a child at least no to support. If I do it’s my right to know and I should be legally informed. Anyway.

No I don’t get anything for this.

Man…I picked up an AKAI Synth from Amazon for under a century…in a box…so….very…slender…and…there were no batteries. But that wasn’t a problem because I’m hardcore and have almost single handedly turned Winchester, UK, Europe, Earth, which is where I’m from. if u didn’t know. I mean I was born here. Earth? Yeah. Winch Side? Yeah. I been around but I always love it here. I complain about it a lot, yeah, but complainers can often spot improvement and a complainer, to me, and to Ludwig the Gotpig, is really a frustrated perfectionist. If u can actually improve what u r complaining about, maybe u should work for them. Money. Gotta Go, but I thank the invention of the Welfare State for keeping me alive.who invented it?

Life is like trying to sell money. The flyest, most wizened samurai of all is able to convince less skilled swordsmen to buy air. The PIMPs are able to sell the same thing to each other, without it existing, and then probably get high off a small clay pipe. whoever sells the most shit is truly the flyest PIMP of all. Especially if he/she’s selling money to others. Personally my moneys on 50 Cent. What up.

Pay Me. That’s today’s agenda. Yeah, I know, I didn’t invent money so why would I chase it? Man. Life is free, so shit should be free too. Like, as you perchance expected, Reefer. The Right To Get High. Oh and love, that’s free, mannerisms, crying is free. Is Earth free? Man I don’t know, why I was asking. Its ill. Planet Terra is ill. We inhabit the illest Planet for…ages. Its getting better. Last night I had a vision of myself leaving this interesting, so Cute….awww!!! Sphere (why are all planets spherical? why would they be? Bet u theres a cubical planet, and at least one in the shape of a horse.) Anyway, my last words were…I’m not saying. it wasn’t that. yeah.

U wanna know whats happening? U need 2 ax me. Like wheres it at, Rog? Sure call me Rog. We’re all friends here. No, by all means get high on my electromagnetically enhanced beanbag. Take your time. Always a pleasure.

IM THE ILLEST

Yeah, that’s a painting I did in 2003, think I was living in a Project of sorts.

My life is weird. The advice of former friends echoes…”do something” or “do anything” . I do stuff, man. It rarely manifests in the physical realm though…oh ok. I’m not lazy either. If shit was easier to do, I’d do it. I’m efficient you see. Not lazy, or extremely lazy, at all.

I make so many plans…a Rog Encyclopedia, concept albums, poetry collections, an autobiography… I get the feeling….yeah. I want to do a book. Sure I can write a book. But after writing what then? Man it seems you need to pay to self produce. I also must do a thrash album. I already got the riffs. 56s on the BC Rich has cut it. Literally, my fingers too. Sure I can cut it.

Why can’t I get it together? I get tested every day in similar ways. Some days I eat. Haven’t I done enough? For what? Huh? For what, fuckhead? Enough…for….people….to….like….me, I guess. Yeah, I think I am as unpopular as I ever have been, since ever. Audience. That was it. And my relationship with it. What audience? Shut up. You never played live. I sort of did. But yeah, I would like to play live, really at the railway inn. It’s a bit like K Pax, me being prog and field of dreams

Expectations.

Quality

Naming of things

Comparisons

Love

Live Sport

Raging Paranoia

Territory

My Gangsta Gait

Seeya, Rog