Think outside the box.
Thats how you stopped being a foetus.
No smoke without fire.

So wet.
Clothes dripping, black and grimy.
So heavy. My face is covered in something thick...
Have to stop and breathe for a second.
I really want some smoke.
"Man you got a light?"
Ooh nice match box.
Shame I took a dip in that oil tank.
FIRE.
My anus is bleeding.



My Anus Is Bleeding



"His anus is bleeding"said the toilet paper.
Nothing clears my mind like a distraction. Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
Thats what my eyes sound like.
Buzz. They're moving too. Its very rhythmic. Buzz Buzz.
Everything changed after that day. Buzz. They're called Buzz. My eyes. Well my right eye is called Buzz. My left eye is called Buzz. That day that I walked into that elevator. I didn't know I would only nudge him into my ear. Buzz. Who would have thought that a fly could live so long. Buzz.
GET OUT OF MY HEAD YOU SIX LEGGED FUCK!
en·tro·py ( P ) Pronunciation Key (ntr-p)
n. pl. en·tro·pies
Symbol S For a closed thermodynamic system, a quantitative measure of the amount of thermal energy not available to do work.
A measure of the disorder or randomness in a closed system.
A measure of the loss of information in a transmitted message.
The tendency for all matter and energy in the universe to evolve toward a state of inert uniformity.




Inevitable and steady deterioration of a system or society.
Apathy and entropy, are together, in perfect harmony.
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FREE ASSOCIATION TIME CHILDREN.


Peyote Joe likes smoking children,
So he went to the neighbours house, and smoked their child, Ben Tenson.
He also smoked their hedges.
Ten's sister Marlboro turned very red at the prospect.



Wella momma wella don't be sad.
Wella momma wella that's too bad.



I dunno whats going on. In to round two of three exams in three days.
In the next 24 hrs I have two.
Life sux.
Till saturday.
Saturday, that's tomorrow. Come tomorrow I will be ok.



Dawn air smacks hell into my stomach.
Panic after panic crests the waves of pain.
I can see no end point, no turning back.
Where do men go once they are slain.

I see the failing lights die out,
One for every Dreamer's end.
Light a candle for this one,
A prayer begging god to send
A second of pure clarity,
A breath of social atrophy
No thoughts conjured stay with me,
And all emotions fall from me.
Sleep starling, the moonshine felled you,
Place your bitter wing at ease,
Turned tail and falling out of view,
He's sliding gently on the breeze.
A leaf that whimpers, Loathe to follow,
But, slowly it begins its quest,
His rumpling brothers, all in a row,
Follow on with hopes to nest.
Love has taken wing in me,
My flight to fail, but more to grow,
And let her wings be clipped and free,
Or know more than I can ever know.

Tortured rocks sit jagged like fools.
Trying to mock the spray that kills them.
Unmoving skies are making all rules,
Conjuring seas to collapse and attack them.

Howling explosions tell us of deaths,
Rubble and shards with weapons are met.

Alone a faltering cairn disbands,
Holding its brothers ransom on high,
And falls in on itself to make it's own grave,
A handmade grave marks itself to die.

Its memory forgotten by time and decline,
It's entombed bones are safer than mine.

On high the cliff sits eroded and bleeding,
His minions have fallen, He's left to his wounds.
A retreating sea mocks its beating,
And waits until night to send it to doom.

Inhaling waters that drag back the shore,
Sucking me down, I won't breathe anymore.
One for a hot girl in the project management exam

And follow the angel's eyes


I watched her enter, and knew from that,
Her eyes on me, a lust bolt forth,
A face so new, yet so alone,
And angered for being alone.
Watched her choose, her perch and nest,
And laughed at how I had a chance,
And sat herself down next to me,
Leading me in this soft dance.
But eyesight failed and beauty pailed,
Her name unknown, my fortunes failed,
She sat and scribed and never spoke,
And left before our troth awoke.

True love fell to me,
The love of unknown eyes.
In a second of clarity,
The failing embers die.
inciden tally rizzle a jizzle, that smoo rocket related. u never know whose watching whose not at all interested in muscle relaxants.
wow. i am drunk. I mean drunk. u have little idea of this level of drunkenness, but i'm pretty sure I shouldnt have a fukin internet connection right now. Anyway, Anyone whose reading this, im pretty sure it's gonna be cormac, sarah, kevin, diane, cian, sarah, , michelle, liselle or sinead, but I really miss u guys!!!!!!! Im catching a flight to san diego tomorrow, which is where i have to try and get a job for the summer or else come home. I dunno whats gonna happen but im sure im gonna see ye soon anyway. I went to Alcatraz today, and that fuckin rocked ass. . . . man, cant type anymore, just too pidgledy midgledgzy.Wanna rizzle a jizzle but i ran out on sat, bollix.
Man. just got back from a baseball game, the San Fran Giants vs. the Detroit tigers. And got to see Barry bonds hit one right out of the park. He is gonna break Babe ruths record, so he's like a god here. We were sitting right over the camera, like the perfect seats, row a seat 1 and 2. And it aint boring at all! It jus tfucking is cool.

Yesterday we went to haight ashbury and I bought an ibanez. now it's mybanez. Its called christine. They have single use digital cameras here so i'll try and email ppl stuff as soon as I get time to get into a proper internet cafe. I cant mail from where i am now.
Last night I went with dara's housemate steve and a load of his friends to a bar. It was pretty good, but after a few merry drinks, and one very dodgy ID questioning series later, we moved to a sushi restaurant. We got the cook guy to come out (What do cook's cook in sushi restaurants?) and after a lot of sushi and a crash course in drunken chopstix, we started doing a lot of sake bombs. Sake bombs are basically when you put a shot of hot sake into your glass of beer and try to shot it down faster than everyone else. They were a serious bunch of drinkers, but I managed to win a few rounds. They were a little scared of the skinny irish guy who could "drink like a seive" so we stayed and drank lots n fucking lots in this sushi restaurant and ran up some sort of amazing bill and then left and I went home to play mybanez and playstation 2 surfing games, but actually passed out on the bed as soon as I got in and then had some sort of serious hangover all morning.
Some guy asked me for some money for alcohol, and I walked on ignoring him cos you get that a lot here, and he shouted after me "I need a beer man!" so i went home and had a beer. ahahahahaha poor ppl suck.
Hey everyone! Im in san fan fucking cisco!
Wanna just mention how much USIT can lick my balls completely.
If we dont get a job we should go home inside 20 days.
This new rule is applied by the immigration office, which is a strange rule as based on my experiences filling fucking names I never heard of on numerous fucking forms for an hour after I got off a 16 hour travel nightmare involving two flights and a train and going through heathrow. Also I got to watch How to lose a guy in 10 days and Maid in Manhattan. (I also got to see the Pianist but that was good and I am in a complainin mood.)
So anyway, those US immigration guys are assholes. just fucking assholes. And they are all fucking immigrants too. Thats like a dirty word in this country.
Hour one off the plane, and Naomi's brother collected us at the airport, and I was pissed off and tired and like wondering why I had come here. Then I noticed it was 30 degrees with a lovely breeze. Then I noticed the golden gate bridge, then the load of really cool cars, then I got in to where I am staying now, which is Naomi's brothers apartment downtown, and the whole time kinda worried, one of those non specific attacks you get in your stomach when you think you might panic at any second. Then I got a beer, and went out to the balcony and had a beer and a cigarette and took in the view of the city and just started to look around. It is just the coolest place I have ever seen. Just the perfect weather, the cleanliness and the fuck lot of sky scrapers that I have no idea what they do, other than get blown up, and it is just such a complete change over from anything I have ever seen ever ever ever. I mean its just amazing. You kinda get into a place where you think you have life experience, but i got nothing, cos there's 50 states in the US. Im in one, and it just fucking rules more ass than any part of europe.
So since I got here I have DRANK BEER, SMOKED, ATE THE BEST TAPAS EVER THE BEST CHINESE EVER AND THE BEST FUCKING ITALIAN EVER. and it costs like the price of a big mac. and the Shops, sorry, stores, are the coolest places in the fucking world man. Have yet to go guitar shopping, thats tomorrow's thing. Just spent most of the day in the city or in bed. It seems to be the non specific asian gay guy capital of the world, and you know some ppl here are assholes, just like everywhere, but I am gonna get so lost in this place some day. I dunno. That first look at the city once I'd settled in, Im still reeling from it. It's just not a place you can begin to take in or understand at all. What happened to make this place was, when the price of living went up, they did this crazy thing, they started paying people more. So everyone is living expensively, but eating cheaply, shopping cheaply and drinking a lot. Its like when you get out of college and you want the same culture, fun, and to be treated like a graduate, you come here, work all day and then just party. It is such a different way of life. Just everything is different. I dunno.
I am not going home inside 20 days.
Balding fat men ARE attractive.
3 exams down 2 to go. And just two short days to drunken-student-finishes-exams-apolooza. And america! AMERICA! Its like a week from now. We have accommodation or some thing, and maybe Ill get a job.
Although maybe I'll dip my sac in honey then hold it over a beehive whilst simultaneously crunching my balls with a nutcracker and twisting my own nipples really really hard.
as you do.



Dumbass
I have never to my knowledge in my adult life stood on dogshit. Yet as a child I found myself with dogshit permanently stuck to the sole of my shoe. Is dog shit child magnetic? Maybe if they take out this magnetic active ingredient in dog shit they can study it, and take this child magnetism link in the dna make up of the dog turd, and eventually use it to check DNA strands of child molesters for the same afore-mentioned ingredient, thus preventing child molestation. A similar theory would work for cow fuckers Im sure. Cows are attracted way too much to those electric fences. They just lean on them and shit away. Maybe we should run an electric current through the cow fuckers body to cure him. Now see! We can all think like crazy Republican Americans. Lets shoot some guns in the air and put on white hoods. And fuck some cows abviously. On a stump. Cos if u dont have a cow fucking stump you better have one on lay away.
U know what sux about playing guitar? That you never have enough guitar accessories and guitar accessories are expensive. Solution: Rob old ladies of the drugs they are smuggling into the country and sell them yourself, thus providing you with enough money for a mesa boogie triple rectifier with multiple foot switching and a fender fucking strat! Now all you need to play guitar is :

6 strings

numerous plectrums of large and small thicknesses

A fuck lot of pedals

Two working minimum ten foot long leads

A slide

A string winder

A capo

An acoustic just in case you feel an acoustic urge

A sheet of paper to write down whatever shit youre playing that you think is good

A computer with connection to the internet to get guitar tabs

About 400 guitar magazines

A chord dictionary

A recording/sampling pedal type thingy

A strap

See?????? Guitar shop owners are screwing guitarists all over the world!
And U wanna know why? Cos Women are also screwing guitarists all over the world.

So dont forget to stick it to the man by sticking it to your woman.
I once lost bladder control in the middle of pissing myself.
Im offta america soon. Maybe Ill continue to blog, just so ppl can spot if I stop being able to talk shite at some stage.
Speaking of which,
shiteshiteshiteshite
White Stripes win Medal in Special Olympics!

Yeah! And when pressed for an interview Jack white left us at sixes and sevens with his beautiful vocal prose stylings.
"Well Jack, are you pleased at winning a medal in the special olympics for maintaining bladder control through out the whole opening ceremony?"
"Well, buh buh dah reeeeccctttttuuuuummmmmmm...... like public media perceptron dumdeedlehate. I am as talented as a dead pube deedle dee smeggle."
Yes, he certainly is a shit.
If u could really really exact a horrible revenge on someone how would you do it? Would you even really do it? Who would you do it too? I would like to hang that little drool ridden chipmunk jack white from his bellybutton with a big rusty hook till his intestines fell out. I was tricked, duped and lied to about the whole thing. So I actually bought the album, Elephant, which I have listened to now a good 5 times, thinking, "Oh it might get better". you know, telling youself you haven't just wasted money on a turd in the box of an album? Well. I have. Aside from yer man's voice, which I can see a lotta people would be into, he plays guitar like a moron who can barely string 2 power chords in succession, I mean there's six strings on a guitar man. Thats two more notes than you need. And what is with those drums. repetitive dull thumping never sounded so repetitive and dull. And she cant sing either. And its painfully obvious they are desperate to be recognised in a similar vein as the pixies. But they're not. Cos the white stripes haven't produced anything of note since Jack White shat out a piece of lego when he was three. Where as the pixies have influenced in some way just about every major respectible band around. And then they sell good from their first weird and shit album and suddenly everybody has to be in love with them. So they get even weirder than they already were, I mean fair enough, they don't know if they're siblings who fuck or whatever, but I dont care, and I dont think the world fucking should care if the two little tossers fuck each other or not. I mean if they came from the same womb it would be surely easier to eliminate the source of this virus. And that bunch of complete tools that actually think that an album as blaringly obviously shit and then write about in popular magazines tricking people to actually buy the wanked off pile of pigeon bile, and still no-one has copped on. And dont tell me that fucking lego video was innovative, cos I made better men out of lego than that when I was 4. Yeah.
That album gets 4 stars.
And Jim Carrey in Batman forever? I mean is this the fine performance we saw in the Truman show? I think not. How many movies could be improved if actors removed the class A drugs from their nose and the designer handbags from their conversation and just tried a bit harder? Not that I watch Batman religiously. (Im not weird or anything).
George Clooney played batman badly. A tense conversation starter, but one well worth it, if you have the bones of twenty three dates to get through cos your personal sex therapist had scheduled them sequentially according to your period of greatest fertility, and obviously virility. That's not to say I'm virulent, I'm virile. Obviously. But anyway, so start a conversation with the Clooney ceist(That's an oirish word, it means giant testicles) and be assured that you could separate the wheat from the chaff and find a fine red blood of a bird, one you can turn over and start again with. I mean he was a poor performer in a role he less than relished. What would you do/say to anyone who implied otherwise? "Good day sir" I should wager, or else you could fuck up his face with a big rusty nail. But that's not what I did with my dates, Im not weird or anything, I just threatened to bite their nipples off and serve them in the restaurants fresh seafood section in oyster shells. Just for a laugh, cos the old fellas at the bar would dig it. But anyway, after enough mind games to spend a lifetime in therapy(I'm not weird or anything) I walked home with a fine filly, and in fact couldn't turn over and start her again because I had burnt my arse so badly on the lightbulb. Not that I regularly have sex with horses.(I'm not weird or anything).
That crazy Mundy fellow stage jumped at the Trinners annual Ball gala, where I was toast of the town as I was paraded through the Pale centre, naked and dancing in a large martini, whilst thousands of potato farmers lavished me in praise, particularly noticing my slightly larger than usual genitalia. Particularly interesting, considering the chill in the morning air and the icy cold dry vermouth swimming below where my shorts should be. Maybe I shouldn't have taken those pills that odd-eye looking guy at the Arch offered me for 3 euro a pop.