Huh u can post in colour go me. What’s next for me, putting annoying adverts in my blog and get paid? I could call it a job but who wants a job? You know what the Scot’s say, “if you liked school, you’ll love work” and that’s fair. Education seems….. I mean feels like a prison sentence, at least 10 years from age 5 ish, I don’t know. But success in education seems to be about ability to recall information, there’s….yeah, that’s it really. No point in originality, and as I found out in college, hash can uh subdue the memory. And motivation. I miss man, smoking lungs and moshing to metal. Serious, can someone sort me a little soap bar? A bit of Newport rocky? Id have to eat it as I can’t smoke it here, an institution which I don’t want to be in and feels like punishment, sounds familiar yeah. Apparently its for my own benefit. If I wasn’t so heavily sedated it would make me go mad so to speak, man, they say don’t let ‘em grind u down because they grind you down.

This colour is Yellow. Not really! But to aliens…as mandatory suicide by slayer comes on… aliens wouldn’t know. They might playfully resent for a second then turn into ladybirds and have a party in the communal lounge, or is it just in my head? Man. I think zLinekar is wearing a syrup. Son? Don’t trust a man in a syrup oh it’s Cockney rhyming slang, syrup of fig…yeah. Grow old Gracefully as my dear Ma would say. She keeps topping the golf ball, anyone give any advice? Watching MOTD and Chelsea draw at home to unfancied Burnley! I’m a Liverpool fan if u didn’t know, and Saints too. Saint Francis. Of? Dunno, the institution.

Oh my new book by Ostravious is coming out soon. If you want more or me for free like it should be, u could give Horsebox a listen, but of a sing, but of guitar. Nice! Leave a comment please!

Yours, R

What are you waiting for?

The funny police? The incorrectly applied irony police? The bad karma police? A plague of locusts? When people get away with things they just probably giggle, shrug, and do it again. Waiting for a complaint? This time the Ombudsman? Oh there have been complaints about your behaviour before and one more…..oh that’s too bad… you’ve got family you say. Oh that’ makes such a difference, nobody and nothing else on Earth has procreated. They must be damn proud of you, son. A pathological liar you say?

In other news, featuring Rogers thoughts, stuff that might be true but what is true? Truth? The word truth makes you scared and you are the type of animal who illegally filmed me and then girlfriend having sex totally normally, and now it’s been photoshopped up, at first sped up and the word ‘no’ dubbed in and other unknown stuff, and now I am known as a rapist, she doesn’t care, she’s making money off it, like may as well sell tickets. It was cool, I really liked her, that’s why I got in contact.

It’s like the enemy of love is my enemy,, because every time I love someone, something catastrophic occurs. Me loving ppl is rare and as with all love is unwise but then it’s not a choice unless you are that type of girl lol

How do I know this, about the tape? I don’t, but I’m not lying, anyway you can’t disagree with the principles I envelop. You can? Ok. Anyway, without names….. dreams are annoying, they become about people rather than……anything else, concepts, beauty, love etc, always associated with people and as I rule I don’t like anyone. I have trust issues, and so would you, appreciated reader, if u lived my life.

In other news, I got murderer in my sleep by fake workmen here in Parklands, BAasingstoke, an inside job whatever that means, fam, but surprised I’m still going? Yeah well it’s no victory for a deity, immortal or not. Murder maybe is not the word, though it was the intention, maybe attempted murder could be the charge, like failure or inferiority’s lustfui bounty, or incest etc. or maybe the Feds tried to kill me and they are not sure if they did or not. Anyway Fuck You! I’m innocent, you fucking fools, do you ever think about what you do? Maybe you motherfuckers need to act like you’re being watched. All the time. Yours, Rog