I like the Bakerloo line.
It's good coz there isn't arm rests between the seats for wankers to spill over and make your forehead prickle with rage.
Yes i guess i am sensitive
but i really wouldn't dream that anyone actually likes to have a strangers arms squashing into your sides.
Dunno about you but it feels pretty intrusive to me.
You know the drill.
Keep your arms inside those arm rests.
They are not there for you to play "Captain of the fuckin ship"
They are there to separate, you fuckin spatially unaware fuckwit!
Surely if we were meant to put our arms on the rests there would be 2 rests between each seat!
I hate your fuckin arms.
I don't want to have to sit with my elbows forced into my stomach.
Anyway,
And then i got out at Finsbury Park and ten policemen descended upon me coz they thought i was a knife wielding Finsbury Park stabber!
Like 5 police cars across the road and everything!
How everyone looked at me from the other bus stop as if i was the Finsbury Park knife wielding stabber!
Luckily i'm not.
So they let me go.
And said "sorry,you know how it is"
I said "I do"
Hope they caught him.
x
Saturday, 30 June 2012
Tuesday, 26 June 2012
Bad morning
The anxiety grumbles away at the bottom of my gut,
at the bass of my cock.
It needs no reason.
It reminds.
There is no respite.
Bells in the ear,
shreek of the steam whistle
pins and needles in face.
Breath god damn it breath.
Anxiety cuts deep
into your soul.
As deep as it wants to go.
Alcoholics anesthetize their horrors.
The stoner pushes his anxiety into the abyss towards schitzophrenia.
Anxiety rides a knife edge.
Anxiety share a home with denial.
Anxiety wears you down and hangs your friends.
Anxiety can be beaten.
Dispatched by the obvious that screams in everyone else's face but our own.
Quit the poison,
eat the food,
drink the water,
sleep the sleep,
move the muscles,
repeat this mantra.
you live in hell,
what's another week of pain to you anyway?
Worth a try i reckon.
at the bass of my cock.
It needs no reason.
It reminds.
There is no respite.
Bells in the ear,
shreek of the steam whistle
pins and needles in face.
Breath god damn it breath.
Anxiety cuts deep
into your soul.
As deep as it wants to go.
Alcoholics anesthetize their horrors.
The stoner pushes his anxiety into the abyss towards schitzophrenia.
Anxiety rides a knife edge.
Anxiety share a home with denial.
Anxiety wears you down and hangs your friends.
Anxiety can be beaten.
Dispatched by the obvious that screams in everyone else's face but our own.
Quit the poison,
eat the food,
drink the water,
sleep the sleep,
move the muscles,
repeat this mantra.
you live in hell,
what's another week of pain to you anyway?
Worth a try i reckon.
Thursday, 21 June 2012
Where are thou tastey Pot Noodle?
Why'd ya take the salt out of Pot Noodles?
Now i just feel guilty for adding that 30 whatever percent back in?
You stupid cunts.
We don't eat that shit for health reasons.
Fuck you.
And as for Skips?
Balsa wood fuckin crisps more like.
We loved Skips.
they were delicious fizzle on your tongue prawn cocktail yum
and you wankers destroyed that.
8 percent of people are sensitive to salt.
Most of us have kidneys that deal with all the unwanted salt in our diets.
92 Percent of us have had our Skips and Pot Noodles raped because of you bastards!
Let junk food be junk food!
Let junk food live again!
Stop fucking nicking the salt!
x
Now i just feel guilty for adding that 30 whatever percent back in?
You stupid cunts.
We don't eat that shit for health reasons.
Fuck you.
And as for Skips?
Balsa wood fuckin crisps more like.
We loved Skips.
they were delicious fizzle on your tongue prawn cocktail yum
and you wankers destroyed that.
8 percent of people are sensitive to salt.
Most of us have kidneys that deal with all the unwanted salt in our diets.
92 Percent of us have had our Skips and Pot Noodles raped because of you bastards!
Let junk food be junk food!
Let junk food live again!
Stop fucking nicking the salt!
x
Monday, 18 June 2012
Wednesday, 6 June 2012
FLYING THE JAPANESE FLAG
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