Monday, 22 April 2013


camp yeah i do that in fact i find I'm 
mincing like a gay man 


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so fallling in love was like literally falling 
down into a pit where you coulnt get 
up and yeah it did feel like a
terrible trap to begin with 




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i just happen to be going that way 

the word dot just appears 

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all this romance 
we didn't really have romance 

it was about getting kicks
thrills adventure 

the notion of romance has only 
reallly occurred to me recently in the 
sense of a bad one 

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and daring each other to do things 

i did have female friends in those days 
actually those school friends were not jealous bitches 
not at school they weren't .. we'd stretch 

each other to go and talk to strangers and yeah smuggle 
drugs and bunk train barriers and stuff

it was funny they let me go cus a voice would boom 
out you have been seen jumping the barriers
and nobody ran after me 

in a way the world was my oyster 
you know wed gob on the pavement and 
wear non existent skirts and stuff 
and regard boys as sex objects i don't 
really remember being much interested in personality 
till later on 

one time they wanted me to nick a sausage in France 
and i stood there holding the sausage laughing 

like the mental case i was yet to become 

you know i just wasn't very cool at it 

it was definitely cool to nick things is why you did it 







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