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sleepykev |
flotsam |
Mon 24th Jan 2005, 14:10 link |
| And then, drowning in the the tide of opportunities missed, a heaving mass of humanity surfaces for the last time, says "Sorry" then succumbs, collective lungs bursting with bitterness and regret. |
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sleepykev |
evil bastard |
Sun 28th Nov 2004, 11:37 link |
| David Blunkett should be fired, but not for this. He should be fired for all the families he's torn apart, he should be fired for seriously damaging the life of some for teenager he's arrested for having a couple of Es in his pocket. He should be fired for his lack of humanity and his lies. He should be fired for his lack of understanding. He should be fired for imprisoning sick people who need help, not punishment. Frankly, in comparison to that, where he puts his dick and who's visa he may have helped out with pales into insignificance. |
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sleepykev |
List #4 (bathroom list) |
Wed 24th Nov 2004, 09:48 link |
- Toothpaste (mostly empty, crusted around the cap, "Fresh Stripe")
- Condensation
- "Shavers only!"
- Towel (on floor)
- Specks of dried blood in the basin
- Small black curly hairs
- Cardboard tubes (these can be used in the construction of various Blue Peter projects. Also crack pipes)
- Soggy paper with wetted out biro messages
- Bottole of scotch (in the cistern)
- "Fresh and Invigorating"
- Body, on tiles, wrapped in towel. Breathing slowly.
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sleepykev |
[no subject] |
Wed 24th Nov 2004, 09:33 link |
| All the people, so many people! And they all walk heart in hand, heart in hand through their slow and strangely pathetic lives. |
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sleepykev |
Death |
Fri 8th Oct 2004, 11:22 link |
Shall we do epitaphs?
"He was a nice enough boy, but with a fantastic capacity for idiocy"
My favorite is from Blackadder 3: "Here lies Edmund Blackadder, and he's bloody annoyed". |
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sleepykev |
feets of logic |
Wed 15th Sep 2004, 19:49 link |
| Sticker in the window of the White Horse pub, Morley, reads "We serve drinks, not DRUNKS!" Go figure. |
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sleepykev |
kiljoy |
Sat 28th Aug 2004, 20:23 link |
There ain't no way, no how and no nuffin. This is finished, ended and in all other ways discontinued. We are on the horizon looking down at infinity. The place where the sky meets the sea. Hearts and lungs are full, clasping for grip in the wind, screaming threats and apologies with white hot light scorching flesh.
I'd expected more, to be honest. |
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sleepykev |
mar |
Thu 26th Aug 2004, 18:46 link |
| I think I may have ruined my taste buds irrecoverably with booze and smoke. I can't seem to taste anything very much anymore. To be honest it makes my frugal lifestyle easier. I still can't stomach rhubarb and custard though. |
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sleepykev |
Free (as in cornflakes) verse |
Wed 25th Aug 2004, 18:57 link |
Oh gas hob gas hob gas hob
I hate you gas hob because of what you did
I've not forgotten gas hob gas hob
I've not forgotten gas hob
"Goodness aren't the nights drawing in?"
"How long has it been since we last saw Tim"?
"I saw him last thursday with his false leg and rusty collection tin"
That was the last time anyone saw Tim
Hark! The day doth scream with all it's glorious vitality!
My breast it does swell with the warmth of humanity!
Of course you could put it down to my vanity
But I'm really rather proud of my cock
Would you like to see? |
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sleepykev |
shulp 0.6 |
Mon 23rd Aug 2004, 20:59 link |
| Nobody ever seems to be in a christmas club anymore. Was that only at the butchers? And what were they doing with your money in the meantime? I don't even remember what Scrooge's job was. In the original I mean, not the remake featuring Bill Murray pre-Lost in Translation idolatry. |