The moon she a schwing round the chandelier one more time. Ooooh - chintzy party up in the mindless blue. Your hue is the shiny colour of the silver orb, true to waterfalls and lakes? Eyeless in a unicorn's flank as free as freedom no bounds or limits or ties. With your guileless pull to which I rage, the gentle song of Oscar's robin redeems this anger and abortive currents. Hate the sun and pale to thee is his brute garb - i do not fly to the end of atlantis in searching the faded gems for you alone to enflame in silver color. This shabby moon, dour princess, has humble gibes to the sun, reckless philanderer. Pour your lacey ointment on the scars you have inflicted in this noble carnage and cut me once again so doing to heal again. Dear goddess you plough my back with acres of damsons to bring to fruit the prey of the godless sun - fire me deep inside to wrap the destiny you hold so closely to the joker's heart. I am your kinsman, nave and son.

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"GLOBAL WARMING" to the tune of onward christian soldiers.

Da nun can't hack it
Dem warriors attack it
Dem yogis no bend it
Dem rastas can't amend it

Police dem corrupt
Me naw live in a hut
Da planet she a die
Dem people scoff a pie

Soldiers dem can't solve it
Builders naw can stop it
Leaders dem corrupt
Directors fill der gut

Nurses dem stop caring
Anarchists stop 'a ragin'
Liberals can't decide
Criminals dem abide
In prisons two feet wide
For messing wid de law
Cos frankly dem is poor.

De Youth dem a ragin
Wid tags dem a cagin
For in de park a ravin
De law is misbehavin

Spare de tramp a copper
To buy his daily supper
Can buy a can 'o brew
Of which I share wid you

De Africans a slavin'
To provide yaw patio pavin
Dem die one at a time
So your corsettes dem is fine

De Russians and de Chinese
De Asians an' Latins too
Want fi go to Chelsea
Like the rich boys do.

Dem pakis get a bashin
Dem skinheads save the queen
Dem spotted dicks
An' soldiers' pricks
Mek fairness seem obscene

Bono and Bob Geldof
Dem trickin' wid de man
Da people dem no volunteer
To join der one man band

None 'av choose to get 'ere
No one want no strife
Booted out the other end
Fuck! Let's blow this life.

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The Tao that can be named is not the true Tao

Normally I don't mind, try not to care, won't take a stand - but whad'youknow I got pissed off at work. I wish i hadn't, some foolishness about fitting re-enforced doors and grills for the windows. Thin end of 't wedge says I, Colditzville!! I like my colleagues but like me some look for trouble and recoil when they find it - surprise! surprise! Work with people long enough and you find one with their head up their Khyber Pass. I calm now senor senora.

Yo! We are one we're all the same
And life is just a simple game.

It's not particularly naive to trust human nature if you've practised one or two essential manoeuvres or "on line" assessment techniques - trust me (MI6 does)(essentially bollocks).

Ok you can go now only leave a tip I'm saving up for my holidays.

Pay Pal to follow.

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Seed of a stupid idea

Labor omnia vincit was some teacher dudes little joke a few moons ago - s'wat's good 'bout strikes - get laid off and live off your subs. Hey you nazi mothers - could piss on your bonfire if me mates and me abandoned yer satanic mills (metaphor, OK?). I withdraw my labour and so does my mate Roderick ( with a lisp ) and his mate and his. Stop the city? Fuck! Stop the motherfucking world. But why? Why?? Why the fuck not? A leetle beet a mootooalitee, awright mate? Just cos I rely on you guys not to be c***s, there's a lot more out there to lend a mutual hand. Forget it, forget it bad idea unworkable, back to slavery ( don't mean to offend).

Ave

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Hell - my freedom hails 60 70 not ashamed cool dude coolos hombres - got janis on the skids lavely gal folks! Love kids got 3 2 teenagers love their shit love my own shit better, who gave a shit then? Anti war was a metaphor or something could've steamrollered those dudes - too stoned to care. Hey chill - i get stoned and i don't smoke no shit. Teach me the ABC - Jimmy, Jim, Janis, John, Joan, Bob, Jerry, Alan, Tim, Ken, Bill, Joni - blown away man - brothers/sisters - volunteered by me in service of the youth of 2007. ROCK ON!

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Normal persons scare me - i scare them ha ha, someone so reasonable wouldn't think twice then it dawns: you're screwing this for everyone, everyone who is normal who sounds normal, is screwing this for everyone. Ure all going along with it, following that good old emperor!! I know i'm mad! I know I know - you won but you don't know what you won! If ure a liberal then ure parasitic if ure normal then you can't be beaten - in the name of the father and the son and the holy ghost. Oh be joyful oh be joyful, I am mad, I am mad, I am mad! Sorry if I snigger at you(r) jokes it's well you know so funny I can't believe you said that, I can't believe you believe that. Hey friend? Where do you figure on the normal scale? Can you hold a conversation? Can you hold down a job? It's cool down my street watching the trains go by, come with me sit a while and play with sticks in the dirt. Whhoooo- free as fuck, fuck me i'm free.

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Join the army

Don't see many Hitlers around nowadays - if I were Hitler there'd be a price on the head of every liberal, let's see who're the real men here. According to the song the libs are just like my friend Goebels - no balls y'see folks. The peace makers and environmental "warriors" got this mile wide yellow streak up their backs. Women should be liberals cos they can't beat men in a fight and they're frankly looking at a good goosing when war comes, and the men? protecting their asses. I wish i were joking - working class men and teenagers out of foster care make up the fighting force - cos they're stupid and the rest of us are so effing clever. Some poxy liberal, unless they're a christian twat who turns the other cheek, is quick enough to pay the piper in dire need. Don't give me that peace crap - either you're terrified of being raped or you can't stand the smell of your own shit. Liberals, instead of Shiatsu or Rolfing get thee to a boot camp, cut the nicey nicey parlance and get behind the british army - this poxy assemblage of do-gooders is too intimate with the god mammon - bitter pills to swallow, what! what!

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Betjeman never did this, he never did this.. Hallowed antique scrolls of papyrus burning like a lost hieroglyphic message - shit I'm drowning, besieged by a planet's weight of useless dross. Beware the person giving way to the idea that literature is somehow useful! Stylised, vain, narcissistic crap - even the best. Get your head screwed on - you whistle, I'll stamp my feet - writers for gigs i beg get those keys tuned up, rage against the machine and enjoy this shit that pours out and out and out. Write the tune, write only for the loony tune bow to the dark master and bright sister. The last thought of the dying machine thinks of the dying race that looks to the machine for salvation. You dudes bring the master to the machine and force the shit to growl at the tower he created and let it fall down low and hard. Brought to the knee of salem he sees no reason to give an apology and the fate of men expects nothing less than the obliteration of everything that has been written.

Bader Badenwahler drank Gewurtztraminer - like a fish he did gord luvim. Schuma Schliesthaler drank schnapps and she drank fucking crate loads of it. They met frequently at parties, the kind that intelligent people tend to frequent. Neither of them were very bright but nor for that matter were the others but they could hold their own in a force 5 while friends were losing the froth from their beers. They stayed put generally near the kitchen door and offered roubles for offerings that vaguely summarised an aspect of art history or they paid good wonga for approximate half truths and unfounded half-disguised opinions on symbolist poetry. They'd both been to parties of course where they'd heard some boar hold forth on the psychoanalytical portee of the 3 little pigs and James fucking Joyce. No-one knew who was getting shafted until the last page by which time the moral of the story had been lost from sheer alcoholic overdose. They found it helpful to be at parties where everyone felt they were intelligent, yet self-deprecating, yet fashionably off message. It helped because it helped them to understand how they should be behaving. Suddenly glass smashed all over the floor and Schuma cut her hand. Bader sucked the cut clean, saying softly, "I'm dying to fuck you, let's go somewhere quieter."

PROFANE

Ignition surged through the left hemisphere at 11.30 causing mutterings under the breath of Msr. Bathspool. That odd bovine tick lashed across his face like a viper it stung his eyes causing him to mince with the pain.

Vapours of frankincense myrrh stung his flaring nostrils as he groped for the knocker on the door. Archbishop Deacon picked the cuticles of his shit-stained ring finger and snorted wisps of frankincense myrrh as the knocker croaked on its hinges.

"Bathspool you utter fuck" guffawed Deacon. "Father" whined Bathspool, "'bin pickin' your fat arse?" "You, Bathspool, don't beat yourself for my sake."

Bathspool kissed his Father's ring, lashed him twice on the arse all the while repeating Ave Maria Ave Maria Ave Maria, 'ave the slut, 'ave her...

OUCH!

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