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
Naming of things
My Gangsta Gait
Cable companies, man. They called me up saying they could save me some money on my i7. I wasn’t really interested but I asked if a new phone was available. They offered the iPhone X (which is an anagram of ‘Phoenix’, credit and love goes to my man Canibus for his legendary insight and wordsmithmanlike skills and therefore attitude.)
Yeah, everybody on this beleaguered, frustrated, angry, lonely, bereft of love, sad, perhaps self-harming Planet Earth (who called it ‘Earth’ ? Some guy? We should know. We can come up with better names…like…Snack…Dobbin…Herbert The Dolphin…Stuff like that. Earth needs a facelift equivalent. Oh hi, Kylie. What am I writing about? Oh…about how much I care about the environment. Also I’m…oh bye. Got a wink though. ) either has an iX or wants one. So when the Cable Company Called I was interested but wary of the price you pay. Wow that’s a lot I think…yeah fuck it I was a fucking iPhoneX. I know I can’t really afford this shit but by now I don’t really care. Due to the belligerence of the rep my only real choice is the data allowance.
I say yes. The consent is given. I get put through to a tough talking Scotsman. He says the deal is imminent but he has to do a credit check. Then he says I need to give them £200 up front and take out a loan for a further £809. ”’Fuck”’ … ”’Fuck Sake”’ I ain’t in the poor house, I ain’t broke but this is a lot. I can feel myself internally generating heat, I feel like I’m in the rays of our legendary but slightly spiteful sun…well you would be too…having to take care of Earth for so long. So I say Yes to the deal, cut the call off and feel guilty straight away. Guilt implies innocence as they say.
Next day the guy needs photo ID but, being a bum, I don’t have any. Oh, man. No iPhoneX for homeboy. I’m so pissed off by now I’m starting to get voices due to frustration and then my laptop refuses to do anything at all. At All. Cancelled the whole thing.
Why is there no Earth Flag? This world has no Flag and this demonstrates the lack of unity.
Typed on my new iPad 😏
My favourite shit on in the daytime is that shit on ITV 4. Minder, Kojak, The Professionals, Quincy ME, The Avengers, and my fave, The Sweeney.
The 1970’s shit is the best. I’ll get to the point – I really enjoy Regan, played in The Sweeney by John Thaw, I enjoy him drinking heavily in the daytime, particularly while he is technically working. Regan is so funny. Drinking Scotch from plastic cups, each sip followed by a grimace which makes one think it’s proper Whisky.
I can’t help but think that Regan often manipulates any and every situation, every scenario, so the result is him suggesting they go down the boozer and drink as much as they can. If, later in the session, he thinks he is wasted, he is the type to sniff a line of posh in the toilet. To sharpen up of course, he’s a professional. Then he sinks two treble brandies at the bar, the purchase of which is disguised by getting a bag of crisps. Regan floats back to his chair and makes a big deal about the crisps. Snaffles a few crisps but doesn’t look too sure, so sparks a fag before returning to his lager, in a massive glass you need fingers like sausages to manipulate. Someone is talking to him but we know Regan is thinking about the next boozer, then on to the club. ”’ hang on I’m driving ”’ best get some white then. Just as well I work for The Flying Squad or i’d get done!