balls

i hurt myself this year, yup my fucking leg/balls/sciatic nerve fucking fuckface cunt, excuse me, what the fuck am i excusing myself for no fucker reads this shit and if they do they’re a fucking nimrod. I want to move to a log cabin and get a gun shoot any fucker that comes near me and then fight it out with the cops till the end… on the plus side i’ve returned to my nihilistic self, i was bit in love with the world for a while there but that got trampled out of me by the unending parade of dickheads that seem intent on shitting on my crappy parade down the inevitable march to dead me, over halfway there and still clearing the crap out of my head from other people. I found out one thing though, one is supposed to get more conservative as one gets older, yeah doubt it! Come on the younger generation burn it down all of it me included.    

bomp!

so i’ve been quite of late not that i haven’t had things to irk or delight me mostly irk though, so i’m the last remaining Greene child a lone wolf, a sperm carrier of my parents seed and i can now ease into middle age feeling rare, like a smuggled albino cobra just unvieled in some miami warehouse, i can now continue my quest for a navel in the shape of the number five. So yeah the internet is bugging my apparently i have a computer to buy more books, which makes sense to me try reading of a screen, go on try it! it gives you a sore neck. And another thing thon joseph k what a balloon!!! bompo little friends till i ca\n be arsed

let’s talk about the weather

so it was snowing this week and every fucker was like ooh its the end of everything, it was unfortunate that some poor lass croaked in scotland due indirectly to the weather but really it was at most a series of minor irritations, but it’s nice being reminded that we’re fuck all really in the bigger picture. So it’s easter time and i often think of hard drug binges around this time due to jeebus going awol for a day (which means you are relieved of morals/ethics for a day) and i was thinking of the tail end of a bender that involved my friend and i going for a pee while on a particularly vicious combo of stuff early one morning in seapatrick, my vision was not at its best but to hear a voice coming from the ditch we were using as a latrine was quite the shock, to then find out the owner of said voice had a few mates with him and were on a recon patrol was an even greater shock, so what does one do? my friend complimented them on the camoflage they were using “it really works”, being representatives of the crown they told us to fuck off and off we did go. So get high its great fun.

i mostly hate fat headed fuckers who for some reason think i give a fuck about their bullshit opinions, and toto can fuck themselves as well, fuckin whiney ballbags

tv music

just remembering a great tv series from the mid-nineties called ‘dancing in the street a history of rock and roll’ if you’re intrested in a pretty good overview of the evolution of rock and roll featuring some great interviews with jonathan richman, bootsy collins and one of the funniest anecdotes bout sly stone told beautifully by bobby womack, go search it out but be warned kids this old time tv the show lasts for an hour. Episode 7 called ’no fun’ some great early stooge etc, and episode 8 ‘make it funky’ funkedelic, sly and mc5 are good starting points. and thank you shey for the delightful heads up on the evie sands footage 

the internet eh?

so this internet deelio bit lonely i thought it was goona be cyber this and dotcom that, but fuck it so i’m not going to rant today because i love life with such unbridled joy and no this is soo wrong i hate stuff, i’m hungover and trying to pandiculate before kick ball with some losers, umberella ella ella thank you jackie for your i pod stupid lady