Info:
Journal on life in the hinterland. October 2014 to May 2015
Excerpts:
A toxic collage of flesh
A throng of fatties
Bobbing
Buoyant, holding hands
Black cosies and cackling laughs
Distorted dolphins peaking out
“Come my lady, come come my lady - your my butterly. suga baby”
Four lengths and
The panic subsides
Shhhhhhh
It’ll be over soon
Fat mums with skinny kids
Foodbanks on legs
Ariel View
And i start to laugh.
Picturing the final scenes from Titanic
When they’re all in the water.
The ship has sank and
I’m dissapearing like Jack.
Exit via the Kebab shop please
Me and Joe
Embraced in combat on the kitchen floor
The closest I’ve ever been to you bro
The closest we’ll ever get?
A pinnacle reduced to a stump
dous qor
job shop
Pele’s stiffy
“If I die before you, will u play circle of life at my funeral”
The tenth of always
Forever skin
That smells of suncream
“Jamlander you are a full on star mate”
Dropping a hula hoop and having to drop another one so it’s not on its own
Soiled throne
airbnb profile:“Chilled out, creative guy. Likes to explore/walk/drift.” Knob
Realising that not everyone is gonna like you
SLOWLY WORLD GETTING OUT OF SYNC WITH YOU - EARLY ONSET DEMENTIA
BACK OF MY HEAD ON JESUS FACE Massive complex
Bathed eyes in sand
Mystic fringe
Carmex on the tracks - rub it in so you slide right past...
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