You huff and you puff
Till you’re stuck on the ruff
Then tripped on a tuff
You blag and you bluff
Selling blow to a blow worm’s..
Got to be tough
Blow away your money
Blow to get money
Sucking on corporate honey
Give it ago try to be funny
Put blow up your nose
Till you think you‘re Al Murray
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Blow - Beau
I guess you had problems, but everyone does
Petty issues are no reason to withhold one's love
Looking back at the past, thinking of what once was
Gets me a little teary eyed because
Just like me, your hair was white as snow
The same colour as the shit that did you in: blow
Today is Fathers Day, and I want you to know
That I'll always love you, Dad. Sincerely, Beau
Petty issues are no reason to withhold one's love
Looking back at the past, thinking of what once was
Gets me a little teary eyed because
Just like me, your hair was white as snow
The same colour as the shit that did you in: blow
Today is Fathers Day, and I want you to know
That I'll always love you, Dad. Sincerely, Beau
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Music - Jow Bates
Want for new sound,
Press play,
Broken tapes screamed abstract noise into the ether.
It's not listening.
isthissupposedtobewhatitwasiwaslookingfor?
somethingaboutthisdoesn'tfeelright,
it'snotreallymusicisit?
takeawayfromthelifeofbeingabrokenfragmentofwhatcouldhavebeenstuckinsideyourmovement
Unto audible light we stretch out mind and being
Stand between our dulcet tones
Another soul on spectral hearth
Together we are sound.
Music - Rowan James
I was sitting on my boat, it was grey but not cold, in the time of the year when spring, winter and the start of summer collide. The river was gently rocking. Rain was hi -hatting on the fibre glass roof and an occasional surge of tide caused a bass drum thud as the hull singularly beat on the river.
The gentle jingle jangling orchestra of boats rigging created a back ground whirl to natures beat.
I decided to brave the weather which was cold and drizzle icey but had a calming ferocious soundtrack as its effects moved various objects. A milk carton floated up the river and the drops contrasting on it plastic skin could be detected back dropped by those that plopped onto the river surface.
The wind was howling solo until a husky sweet melody rose from the depths of the murky Orwell.
Coloured bubbles popped the surface, as each one emerged and disappeared, sounds of a majestic variation were creating dark nautical break beats.
Now standing on the roof of the boat I looked down to see a chestnut nut glow of flesh, a glimmer of gold chain around a slim neck, and goggles on a head of braided black sea weed wrapped braids . She was swimming in a body popping sway. Loosing myself in the music I started free styling over directing my rhythmical message out past the edge of the boat. With each syllable I expelled into the night sky i could feel the words forming in the atmosphere darting down towards the dull glimmer of streetlights reflected on the surface.
As my words hit the water they formed into two tone black white spheres colliding with the colourful bubbles coming from the mouth of the mysterious creature.
The gentle jingle jangling orchestra of boats rigging created a back ground whirl to natures beat.
I decided to brave the weather which was cold and drizzle icey but had a calming ferocious soundtrack as its effects moved various objects. A milk carton floated up the river and the drops contrasting on it plastic skin could be detected back dropped by those that plopped onto the river surface.
The wind was howling solo until a husky sweet melody rose from the depths of the murky Orwell.
Coloured bubbles popped the surface, as each one emerged and disappeared, sounds of a majestic variation were creating dark nautical break beats.
Now standing on the roof of the boat I looked down to see a chestnut nut glow of flesh, a glimmer of gold chain around a slim neck, and goggles on a head of braided black sea weed wrapped braids . She was swimming in a body popping sway. Loosing myself in the music I started free styling over directing my rhythmical message out past the edge of the boat. With each syllable I expelled into the night sky i could feel the words forming in the atmosphere darting down towards the dull glimmer of streetlights reflected on the surface.
As my words hit the water they formed into two tone black white spheres colliding with the colourful bubbles coming from the mouth of the mysterious creature.
Music - Borealis
We spill out to the forest nights
and fall against your dusted bars
pack our glasses with star-shaped cubes
and empty out the candled jars
and fall against your dusted bars
pack our glasses with star-shaped cubes
and empty out the candled jars
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Orange - Butters
The reveal of the flesh peels in time
As the white tangs a bitter prevalence.
Passing a moment with nail stabbed indulgence,
The sweet relish of the beginning.
As the white tangs a bitter prevalence.
Passing a moment with nail stabbed indulgence,
The sweet relish of the beginning.
Orange - Fargo
SUSIE OPENS HER FRONT DOOR, SHE LOOKS DOWN TO SEE AN ORANGE FRUIT PLACED DIRECTLY IN THE CENTRE OF HER DOOR MAT. SLIGHTLY PUZZLED SHE PICKS UP THE ORANGE WALK BACK INDOORS AND CLOSES THE DOOR BEHIND HER. SHE WALKS INTO THE KITCHEN AND SITS DOWN AT THE DINING TABLE AND PLACES THE ORANGE IN FRONT OF HER, SHE WEARS A PERPLEXED EXPRESSION.
SUSIE IS ABOUT TO PEEL THE SKIN OF THIS ORANGE AND JUST AS SHE BEGINS TO DO SO THE PHONE RINGS, INSTANTLY SHE ANSWERS.
Susie: Hello?
Voice: I wouldn’t do that if I were you.
Susie: (Frightened voice) Do what?
Voice: Peel the orange.
Susie: What, why?
Voice: It would kill you. And we wouldn’t want that.
Susie: What? Why would it kill me?
Voice: That there in front of you is no normal orange. In fact I can safely say it hardly performs any of the functions you would expect from an orange that you would buy down the local supermarket. It wouldn’t provide you with taste or juice, it would kill you, and that is all you need to know. For now.
Susie: (Concern growing) Who are you and what is this all about? Who put it there?
Voice: My name is The Sunshine, and it was I who put it there. I’m going to need to come in and sit down, is this going to be a problem, if so I will come in anyway but won’t be as pleasant company, so I should oblige if I were you.
Susie: (Tears growing in her eyes) What do you want with me, are you going to kill me?
Sunshine: If I wanted to kill you I would of done it already as I’m at your front door, and it wouldn’t take me a second. So out of politeness will you let me in, I can assure you your in safe hands.
HE HANGS UP THE PHONE. SUISE THEN FRIGHTENED OUT OF SKIN, AND SHAKING SLOWLY WALKS OVER TO THE FRONT DOOR, SHE SLOWLY OPENS IT WHERE SHE FINDS A MAN IN A LONG COAT AND A HAT, SMOKING A PIPE. HE SLOWLY WALKS IN AND CLOSES THE DOOR, SHE WALKS BACK TO THE KITCHEN TABLE AND SITS DOWN IN FRONT OF THE ORANGE, HE SITS OPPOSITE.
Sunshine: Now that wasn’t too hard was it?
Susie: What is this orange? And why are you here?
Sunshine: I’m here because you were chosen Susie, by The People Of The Sun, and we are here to show you the path you must go down. We have been looking over you for a while, these oranges grown from a farm on the planet at the other end of the universe, and we use them to watch over the Chosen ones, which there are only few. We make sure you go down the path set for you, until its time for your new beginning, but unfortunately due to an administration error you missed a certain path that was going to set you on your way to our planet, in a bid to rid the universe of the great evil that is plaguing it even as we speak, so I have had to intervene. You are special Susie, and I know this may be a lot to take in but it wasn’t supposed to happen like this. For that I can only apologise, and if you wish to make a complaint, I have some forms to fill in and we can sort out some compensation. But that may have to wait.
Susie: Is this for real Sunshine?
Sunshine: Yes I’m afraid so, you have always been important, did you think it was really circumstance that led you to be a women in your 20’s living on your own with no job. No that was us.
Susie: Oh thanks!
Sunshine: We needed you to do these things, be in this position so the transition wouldn’t be as difficult for you to cope with. You have no life here, but with what you capable of on our planet, the rulers of the universe, is so much more, you can live a longer life achieve things you could never achieve, travel through space and time.
Susie: This is all too much.
Sunshine: Come with me and I can show you.
Susie: How do you get here? How are we getting there?
Sunshine: (Picks up the orange) With this Susie, it’s a tracking device that teleports us to our main ship. Which is parked in Cornwall.
Susie: Cornwall?
Sunshine: Yes we needed room, it’s a rather larger orange spaceship!
Susie: I can’t just leave.
Sunshine: We control the universe, you can, we just like to ask permission before we make things happen, we are people persons!
Susie: Your going to need to prove it first.
SUNSHINE GRABS HER HAND AND HE THEN TOUCHES THE ORANGE AND THEN WITHIN SECONDS OF WHAT FELT LIKE DRAMATIC MOTION SICKNESS, THEY APPEAR IN CORNWALL, NEXT TO A VERY BIG ORANGE.
Sunshine: How’s that for proof?
Susie: (Amazed) Ok, I’m having a rather strange Wednesday. (Pause) Ha orange Wednesdays.
Sunshine: Come Susie, join me in my orange.
SUSIE IS ABOUT TO PEEL THE SKIN OF THIS ORANGE AND JUST AS SHE BEGINS TO DO SO THE PHONE RINGS, INSTANTLY SHE ANSWERS.
Susie: Hello?
Voice: I wouldn’t do that if I were you.
Susie: (Frightened voice) Do what?
Voice: Peel the orange.
Susie: What, why?
Voice: It would kill you. And we wouldn’t want that.
Susie: What? Why would it kill me?
Voice: That there in front of you is no normal orange. In fact I can safely say it hardly performs any of the functions you would expect from an orange that you would buy down the local supermarket. It wouldn’t provide you with taste or juice, it would kill you, and that is all you need to know. For now.
Susie: (Concern growing) Who are you and what is this all about? Who put it there?
Voice: My name is The Sunshine, and it was I who put it there. I’m going to need to come in and sit down, is this going to be a problem, if so I will come in anyway but won’t be as pleasant company, so I should oblige if I were you.
Susie: (Tears growing in her eyes) What do you want with me, are you going to kill me?
Sunshine: If I wanted to kill you I would of done it already as I’m at your front door, and it wouldn’t take me a second. So out of politeness will you let me in, I can assure you your in safe hands.
HE HANGS UP THE PHONE. SUISE THEN FRIGHTENED OUT OF SKIN, AND SHAKING SLOWLY WALKS OVER TO THE FRONT DOOR, SHE SLOWLY OPENS IT WHERE SHE FINDS A MAN IN A LONG COAT AND A HAT, SMOKING A PIPE. HE SLOWLY WALKS IN AND CLOSES THE DOOR, SHE WALKS BACK TO THE KITCHEN TABLE AND SITS DOWN IN FRONT OF THE ORANGE, HE SITS OPPOSITE.
Sunshine: Now that wasn’t too hard was it?
Susie: What is this orange? And why are you here?
Sunshine: I’m here because you were chosen Susie, by The People Of The Sun, and we are here to show you the path you must go down. We have been looking over you for a while, these oranges grown from a farm on the planet at the other end of the universe, and we use them to watch over the Chosen ones, which there are only few. We make sure you go down the path set for you, until its time for your new beginning, but unfortunately due to an administration error you missed a certain path that was going to set you on your way to our planet, in a bid to rid the universe of the great evil that is plaguing it even as we speak, so I have had to intervene. You are special Susie, and I know this may be a lot to take in but it wasn’t supposed to happen like this. For that I can only apologise, and if you wish to make a complaint, I have some forms to fill in and we can sort out some compensation. But that may have to wait.
Susie: Is this for real Sunshine?
Sunshine: Yes I’m afraid so, you have always been important, did you think it was really circumstance that led you to be a women in your 20’s living on your own with no job. No that was us.
Susie: Oh thanks!
Sunshine: We needed you to do these things, be in this position so the transition wouldn’t be as difficult for you to cope with. You have no life here, but with what you capable of on our planet, the rulers of the universe, is so much more, you can live a longer life achieve things you could never achieve, travel through space and time.
Susie: This is all too much.
Sunshine: Come with me and I can show you.
Susie: How do you get here? How are we getting there?
Sunshine: (Picks up the orange) With this Susie, it’s a tracking device that teleports us to our main ship. Which is parked in Cornwall.
Susie: Cornwall?
Sunshine: Yes we needed room, it’s a rather larger orange spaceship!
Susie: I can’t just leave.
Sunshine: We control the universe, you can, we just like to ask permission before we make things happen, we are people persons!
Susie: Your going to need to prove it first.
SUNSHINE GRABS HER HAND AND HE THEN TOUCHES THE ORANGE AND THEN WITHIN SECONDS OF WHAT FELT LIKE DRAMATIC MOTION SICKNESS, THEY APPEAR IN CORNWALL, NEXT TO A VERY BIG ORANGE.
Sunshine: How’s that for proof?
Susie: (Amazed) Ok, I’m having a rather strange Wednesday. (Pause) Ha orange Wednesdays.
Sunshine: Come Susie, join me in my orange.
Orange - CammyWhite
Orange! Why where his hands painted orange?! He had to admit this wasn't what he'd been expecting to wake up to. He stumbled into the kitchen and flicked the kettle on, closed his eyes and leaned his forehead on the fridge until he heard the water boil. Without even opening his eyes he reached for a cup, some instant coffee and the sugar. After the first sip he felt it was about time he should probably see what state the rest of the place was in. With coffee in one hand he stumbled back down the narrow corridor to the livingroom. Slowly he started recalling the previous evenings antics. There'd been a lot of beer, and far too much whiskey, then there was the club and a few too many trips to the bathroom to partake in various other party supplies. And then him and a few friends had come back to continue the party. But thats where it all got a bit fuzzy, it had been a pretty crazy week, catching up with old friends whilst flat sitting for his brother after being out of town for far too long. Slowly he pushed the living room door open and afound himself being looked at by loads of eyes, not the eyes of the people in the room, they were all passed out on the 2 sofas but huges orange eyes drawn all over the walls. Slowly he lifted his hands as if there was some doubt that the paint no there would match the paint on the walls and it was at just that moment when he heard a key turning in the front door and the giggle of his brothers new wife as they arrived home from their honeymoon..
Orange - Jow Bates
White light seeped in through the tryptic frame of their window.
Wheeling his suitcase through the dust covered floorboards of the unused Spanish villa.
Upon arriving...
She swayed drunkenly in front of the of the large, rich canvas beaming out from the centre of the gallery. It was her first exhibition and she had been nervous, her boyfriend offered to console her, but she had opted for two bottles of the fifty she had paid for in preparation for her private view. The wine in her glass sloshed wildly with her erratic gesticulation as she explained her piece to the bemused crowd she was gathering.
"Art isn't hard." she slurred.
"It's flamboyantly trying to make something look nice, then explaining why it doesn't. When the paint doesn't sit right you just smear it, declaring it an act of expression, you'll end up with a distinct style whatever you do, whoever you copy. People tend to see what they want to see, such is the disingenuous narcissism of your target audience. Capturing the light just right. Proving your talent with a series of hastily thrown together sketches that display an eye for movement. Leaving unfinished work open to interpretation, declarative of the expected connotation, involving the audience, bringing them closer to misunderstanding the substantial nothing you've sold them. Less is more, ideas are substance, art is everything and people are fucking idiots. Another orange smear on the canvas, another work of art." Her vision blurred and she stumbled.
"You're only wasting your own time."
The Moscow Metro is the second busiest subway system in the world, averaging 6.6 million passengers every day.
Kaluzhsko-Rizhskaya Line
Roman stood uncomfortably.
Rain swept the copper coloured rust from the shed's ailing roof and down onto his collar.
Enough is writing, explorative.
Simplicity is hard.
Coming up with something. Anything?
Astonishing.
Orange - Philip Farmer Banham
orange?? really?? i have a zipper jacket thats orange. more orange that orange skittles. ive not tried eating it, but it probably tastes better han orange skittles. back to the cup of tea by the window, then more secret of mana. win.
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