Sunday, June 30th, 2013
It was the holidays and he had to choose between being dull-annoying or dull-harmless or just totally zombiefied dull. It was a difficult choice.
Archive for June, 2013
Saturday, June 29th, 2013
I know a bloke who knows somebody who knows somebody who is famous.
I am planning a poem entitled
YOU’RE THE POEM THAT I LOVE.
It will be very good.
That bloke I mentioned earlier lent me some words for it.
Friday, June 28th, 2013
then it’s haywire
and the bloos comes
well, circumstances permitting, we’re gonna sculpt the future
don’t care what those bastards think
Thursday, June 27th, 2013
You know what happens when you tumble head-first into the rhubarb patch? Yes. And it’s no good claiming other people’s footsteps dog your own. The fish is only sleepy because it partakes of its owners personality. I forget what I just did. What I said. The thing.
Tuesday, June 25th, 2013
someone knocked on my day
and ran away
I heard their footsteps on the stairs
probably it was an old woman with some kind of complaint
but can old women run?
Monday, June 24th, 2013
a mate who said he had some shoes exactly like mine
except his were brown not black
and they had a buckle across the instep
instead of laces
Sunday, June 23rd, 2013
I’ve been having a time. Walking backwards
clapping my hands doesn’t seem to have made
much difference.
