Heathy

Nothing is real.
Tiny infractions, small dogs.

The Polish waitress wafted over and actually towelled the crotch of my black jeans as I removed a slice of beef tomato from my thigh.

it was gonna cost £25k
i wanted posters at business-like stops
with boobs and bums
and qr codes everywhere
and he said it's too adventurous
i said you've asked me to deliver
do you want people talking about us

It is two thousand and twelve in my head
And every year after.
On a separate note, I have no idea how old I am
My old skills lie somewhere at the tide or scum mark

Gannon

Gannon’s shoulders began his motion, leading his legs and hands, and appeared (his shoulders appeared) splinted with stiff pads across their length. His frame wasn’t large, he stood at 5ft 9”, but the children couldn’t assign Mr Gannon his tastiness, as he was seen only standing, or walking, and never performing another action - some examples: sitting (the splay of his legs may have revealed aggression?), running (a good ‘barometer’ for tastiness; to see how the upper body is pumped, in what coordination) or, obviously, fighting. But Gannon only walked and stood. The children had, to sum-up, no clue with what accuracy and power Gannon could strike a football. This was bound to alienate, and protect him.

Stiff you, Christianity/Humanism

Mr Nobody
Mr Hume
Mr Rees

Not really any point in writing further, is there?
I agree with them all
Following Mr Rees:

My tooth was broken when I was 10
Marks, Sherrin and O’Brien, wouldn’t return my football
I skied in French Canada
I won awards as the cleverest kid, amongst a bunch of no-hopers
My wit was not valued at college
I could not get a nice girl on her own
I appreciated the roll call of British learning, failing to join it
The gardens of West London became my own
Sobering up, I doubted my stage career
And spent long days working in shops with beautiful women.
I worked in business, meeting my wife-to-be
On April 17 2010

There you go, that’s it
And none of it adds up to anything simple
Or identifiable.

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You’re in the mud and you’re fucking playing around in it
You see an old college friend and her chest is bigger
She used to live in a rotunda

Look at these annoying people
Tall whites with Japanese hair
Most people have seven studs in their body

And wear glasses and never ever have a sense of humour

When you see daffodils, in triangles or rows

The daffodils don’t care if you get shot by a gun.
There is no aesthetic
And they arrange themselves, themselves

They are not corollas or rotundas or cupolas, just plain
Trumpet heads, on their chins
Letting their eyes die

The reason daffodils will let you die
Is cos when you were a kid, like a paranoid
You only enjoyed toys in your own home