i would have thought losing a leg is pretty painful ...
much better than a hospital ...giving birth
without anaesthetic
9.37am
is better than other kinds of torture
n it was like a claw ...
people have pup down in the bush
for millennia
un you din need a midwife ...
1.07.13.
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there were no barbs or alcohol
just punk rock n raw pain
June 2012
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butterflies for the unknown
soldier
she smokes her hand
n whats with these oriental images coming up
theres one that has melted lips
from radiation
the breath coming in jabs
an at the beginning she looks like
a dead person
a hara kiri moment perhaps
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an to the right theres like
a male silhouette with man boobs ...
the dribbling delirium of battle shock
n stages of shock n grief
interspersed with more denial
n she's gotta keep running
n she stiffens n
clenches her teeth
in some shots i look like a soldier not
sure if he's amerian or vietnamese
n this light makes me look a bit oriental
complete with torture hood
n flags hanging up behind
n she starts thrusting on the chair
i look like I'm having a
silver bullet dug out of me
5.25am
or a boil being lanced
by someone else
or a really bad splinter
n theres a face there from like the Scream film ....
n birds were ringing n pecking me
an i was horrid to him
n the echoes of that pain singing round my head
n bouncing off the walls ...
n real notes appear
i gulped hard
an they circled into a flock of crystal birs
n scattered into the sun
glinting as their silhouettes broke up
in the fractured light
n the jabs of crystal teeth swirled into a
circle wreath an cut my head
n i deserved it
someone threw the lovely quartz ball
at my skull n it broke
through the bone
n buried deep
7.46am
n there was just birds there
singing to me ... an
sharp jabs of Scarey pain
a necklace of chirps n chips
n twittering round my head like a shattered crystal
30.06.13. © Lizarikk, All Rights Reserved
blog extracts 25.06.13.
come off it peeps I'm not the only one
who has difficulty staying out of
my partners business ...
crossing the border is a rough road ...
see what sort of musics in there then shall i
n they slit my throat at the tollbooth
she cut off my thumb
n i might have had an orgasm about it myself …
n I'm looking for battering rams n Gandhi appears on the page
Nutkin is doing his bouncing football act to give me rhubarb
I'm sitting on the pavement
drawing with crayons and this gangster girl comes up n knifes me …
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n that moose moans an glugs in great gulps
its face n lips all blistered in need
of plastic surgery ...
the magpie is laughing and the walls
have started to melt
leaves like made of iced
ginger bread
21.03
n yeah the sky has gone
all pink n blue
n aliens with radiation burns
30.06.13
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