I often think as most of us do. What is my place in the world?
Listen.
This may apply to you.
In the billions of years and constant expansion of time and space where in existence do I find my place?
For now mine is here. (Pissing in the bath)
You gorgeous sack of skin
What Freshly served slice of fuckery is this?
I just want a night in with barney the dinosaur getting high on stale milk and watching Free-range, ethical porn
wandering into the kitchen pissed, they go to make toast, getting butter from the fridge saying,
“cheers man”
to the kettle.
In your teens, break limbs deliberately. Crutches at secondary school make you king for a day
Ordering a moderately happy meal in maccies
Every person has two sides to them selves, jekyll and hyde if you will. How they are with their family & then there friends. You have a third, how You are when your alone
Its not that you plan everyones death at work or on public transport. its subtle things, you allow yourself in order not to go completely insane.
By neptunes salty nips that It!
seeing a stranger on the street an just think fuck you and everything you stand for
They live next door to an old couple.
Is it unethical to shag them to get in their will? Suppose Its a grey area.
A cool pint of amber medicine to ease in the shaken not stirred hands.
A Sunday morning with Mona the vampire and her slowly rotting fangs from cigarettes and bourbon biscuits seems like a pipe dream now.
So where do I fit into existence?
Well I don’t.
non of us do. right down your thoughts so they become part of existence. And for myself? I’m having a giggle and a laugh, at things I wrote, whilst pissing in the bath.
