23.10 22.02.13.
spasmic pulse
fluttering blinks that pluck and pull
shiver the rhythmic rise and fall snatching a
jitter stuttering ticks sycopated raps that throb
and thump against the clutch in a twitchy sort of way
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why are the police kicking the
door in when theres
a window open
after a while
all but the closest are in ruins
i gulp down the lump in my stomach
looking back at a sea of fire
fighting the waves
my still beating heart being offered
to the tin man
giving it the hard smell
snailsmanship
there were dead bodies
running about everywhere
dodging friendly fire and malicious discharge
the drones had just missed the head
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keys clunk
into the ignition
slamming on the engine
kicking the pedal
I screech round the swerve
bouncing off the speed bumps
leaning back into the bend
00.27am misc brainstorm
into the ignition
slamming on the engine
kicking the pedal
I screech round the swerve
bouncing off the speed bumps
leaning back into the bend
00.27am misc brainstorm
00.37 23.02.13.
getting off lightly
a creaking floorboard
shivers my echos ...
hitting the bones like a glockenspiel
ratchetting up the nerves
someone is smashing plates downstairs
somebody very very insane
and Im onto something ...
1.01am 23.02.13.
deafening batter of assault rifle
a relentless barrage of little bombs
thudding fiery rhythm
cracks amplified
off the membrane sky
fair trail to you
you haunt my thumping veins
2.45am 25.02.13.
shit Ill have to try to make it look like I was there
or like I wasn't
like I was at least trying to walk in a straight line ...
don't know whats with the bright light on that other thing
I can't even remember where that was
or it being that bright even
gangland murders
smooth criminals disguised as gangsters
gamblers
a bowl of fruit and variables ...
nervy jumpy beats
frothing at the mouth
a horrible stomach churning pace
looking down he saw swollen flesh
mouth slow to speak like an orchid
shoulders on back to front
getting a grip on the wagon
a grassroots movement
heightened the senses
a sharp edge synapses twitching
with the radio frequency
throbbing with the smell of attack
and the covens under
the high street
organs taken from the living
displayed like glistening vittals
if you prise open their hand
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15.57 25.02.13.
thats totally
mental ... you'll have
people thinking they can
jump off buildings and stuff ...
you know we did a sundance with
that on the right meridian ... jumped all
over the sofas one of my best moments ...
a rocking train alright never could find the track
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22.27
I gotta
bad bad feelin
im sittin on like a
power keg ... an you
can gag me but ... I see
you screamin too ... what eats
you tha you can't say ... you there
wid a gunshot wound and I powerless ...
an what goes down is something real
i just have to feel it so alone ...
I hear you screaming in the
fog till no-one can hear
no more ... and the
wind pleads for
mercy
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It is like a flower floating towards you on the sea
from a long distance, yet smells real close
to you. It is evident it is coming nearer
to you, as both the scent and the
flower are with you
a strong shot
Id like to see that ...
like Basshunter you forget you're talking
to the differently abled ...
wrestling their arm ...
a thudding bolt
things that go thump in the night ...
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Monday, 25 February 2013
buckwheat fireweed honey
Dark in color, it has its own way of being sweet
and complex at the same time
great for glazing, BBQ grilling, meat & fish smoking
a strong taste and pungent spicy aroma
full bodied and rich in iron
goes well with strong black coffee
it is made by mad hornets the strongest
stinging insect that lives
inside a football with hexagonal cells
eating slivers of wood
Adult hornets feed off nectar and sugar-rich plant foods.
Often seen on the sap of oak trees, rotting sweet
fruits, honey Hornets frequently fly into
orchards to feast on over-ripe fruit. Hornets
tend to gnaw a hole into fruit to be totally
immersed in its meat
The adults prey on various large or dangerous insects
such as locusts without difficulty The victim
is fully masticated and then fed down
in the form of slurry to the larvae developing in the nest
they leave their buzz on the honey giving it a cola like caustic fizz
that is kind of a bit abrasive and sandpapery rather like nuzzling stubble
extremely high in protein
some of the varieties have hallucinogenic and healing
properties akin to blue corn syrup
that spring goes very deep
and all sorts of catacombs down there
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Saturday, 23 February 2013
ballistic missiles
fired into rebel held
districts ... flattening houses
killing civilians and burying others
under piles of rubble ... multiple car bombings
... scuds are not known for their accuracy ... a focal
point of the rebellion ... The ferocity and scope of those
bombings were unusual ... the carnage and destruction
wrought by the conflict ... an especially powerful
bomb ... a hospital was also damaged ... no
group has taken responsibility for the
bombings ... they were carried out
by terrorists ... and condemned
by the opposition
continued,
indiscriminate use of
heavy weaponry against civilians
the language was totally unacceptable ... other
insurgency violence was reported including random
sniping attacks ... however scores of hostages had been released
2.40am
civilians pour
over the border
trudging through
muddy fields an explosive
refugee crisis ... dumped on
overwhelmed communities ...
there is a growing sense of emergency
fugitives have clashed with soldiers running
out of patience ... there is a limit to what the country
can handle ... a country deeply scarred ... an egg lays a chicken
2.51am
13.30 25.02.13.
I stagger backwards
and crash into a large terracotta
flowerpot ... and then hide behind
an unarmed sculpture that looks just like me ...
you know and
now he's rolled me
back into a ball
and apparently is going
to make something else ...
yikes .. .
where is my silver spoon
I keep running running from my heart
hoping to catch it
Im a pool of twighlight
fashioned at dawn
a wax sculpture melting in the snow
in the morning my arms
will be all twisted
my face contorted
like a silver tree
that you have forced
into a mould
holding me down your hands
wringling my shoulders
your thumbs making dents
in my clay
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00.37
getting off lightly
a creaking floorboard
shivers my echos ...
hitting the bones like a glockenspiel
ratchetting up the nerves
someone is smashing plates downstairs
somebody very very insane
and Im onto something ...
now he's rolled me
back into a ball
and apparently is going
to make something else ...
yikes .. .
where is my silver spoon
I keep running running from my heart
hoping to catch it
Im a pool of twighlight
fashioned at dawn
a wax sculpture melting in the snow
in the morning my arms
will be all twisted
my face contorted
like a silver tree
that you have forced
into a mould
holding me down your hands
wringling my shoulders
your thumbs making dents
in my clay
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00.37
getting off lightly
a creaking floorboard
shivers my echos ...
hitting the bones like a glockenspiel
ratchetting up the nerves
someone is smashing plates downstairs
somebody very very insane
and Im onto something ...
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