Thursday, 25 April 2013


and that was love 

i hospitalised him a couple of times after 
which event i of course was a most 
loving and attentive nurse 
complete with flowers and stuff ... 

an my brother would come home and 
looking shocked that we walked past you and 
you were just smashing his head against 
a lamp post and what are you doing 

you know and then his police friends would 
come round and smoke dope in our 
kitchen and i was anti drugs in those days 
i was trying to show them wrappers and stuff and 
of course they just howled with laughter 
and asked me what medication i was on ...

and there i was with evidence ... pieces of 
tin foil from the bin blackened with 
resin what more proof could they want 

When someone consumes enough THC, usually through the smoking of copious amounts of hash oil over a prolonged period of time, it is possible to achieve a state of "permanent stoned-ness" whereby the subject is stoned for the rest of their lives

 
an where is the violence anonymous 
fellowship 

1.57am 



an i must have fuckin loved it as i kept going 
back there for ten  years ... 


you know and being dragged along Upper Street 
by my hair ... screaming for help and all 
these turkish kebab owners looking out serenely 
knowing there was nothing they could do  

except sometimes a person would come and 
sort of meditate over the event 
which was helpful you know to have someone 
just stand there and watch in a sympathetic way standing 
over the stairwell he was while we were locked into 
what must have look like you know when 
two cats lock onto each other 
so that neither of them can move 
bloodthirsty growls and 
biting each others necks and stuff ... 




















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