Some people came to bust my head in

They split my head right open, that's all they wanted to do, 

I pleaded, "take my wallet, have my voice box too,

Anything but that, anything to subdue!"

They split my head right open; that's all they wanted to do. 

They took what they could carry, spilled some on the floor,

I saw a holiday memory, running for the door, 

There goes youthful exuberance, shaken to the core,

They took what they could carry, spilled some on the floor. 

My Right Hand is Wrong

What does one do with an inflated hand? A question I had never asked myself before and to be perfectly honest, a question I had never expected to have to ask myself. This morning though, the landmark moment arrived, I had to take a long, hard look at myself in the mirror, face the truth and ask myself, 'what does one do with an inflated hand?' 

If you imagine a marigold multi-purpose rubber glove, in white man's flesh colour, slightly ruddy; then take the said glove and blow into the open end until it is full of breath, you are getting somewhere close to my reality, my mystery. 

Even now I sit at my computer screen frustrated by my zeppelin, annoyed and frustrated by the sluggish motions it makes. I spit on my right hand, extinguish cigarettes on it's hump to reassure myself that it does belong to me.    

Trout Mask Repeller

Dave says he loves the woman next door. I believe him too. 

I was just saying that I thought she seemed nice, and that I enjoyed hearing her sing to her baby, and he said it. "I love her." Clear as day, honest as a fisherman, he fucking loves 'er!

What's wrong with us? 

Today was a day

Today I fought the good fight,

I stood up and was counted. 

I landed a hammer blow for the undertow. 

I bellowed for the mellowed. 

Today was the day,

Tomorrow won't be.

Rejoice!

Sing out! 

Exclaim my name!

For today I fought the good fight.

The Cranium Crush

Lightning strikes twice! Contrary to popular belief lightning does strike twice. Furthermore, the forecast predicts that it will strike for a third time on Sunday the 5th October, only this time the Gods may not be so kind, it is expected that up to 100 people will be struck simultaneously on the head by one mega-bolt.

It was late last night

"I saw the same light"             Robbie Williams, Stoke-on-Trent

The Conversation

An old friend spoke to me today. I believe he spoke the truth. 

He spoke of a feeling so buried that I believe I am the only living person he has shared it with; for this I am grateful. He explained that his life was haunted, his daily thought was dominated by an overwhelming longing. His only desire was to be diagnosed with a terminal illness. 

I wasn't expected to respond, this was clearly a confession. I understood.

I understood the sentiment. This was, in a confused weekday mind; an easy escape, a quick release, an ejector seat. To me, this seemed logical, the unnamed itch we all long to scratch. I reassured my old friend, cheering him in the knowledge that everyone in fact, thought thus; we all wanted to die.