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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