In A Hopeless Place
Archive for September, 2015
God Put A Smile On Your Face
Haha. I’ve got one solitary visitor to this blog in the entire world (UK based). But he’s clocked up 44 views which is quite a lot. You’ve gotta laugh ain’tcha folks? Is he prepared to out himself though? C’mon man, comment!
Am I…
a) blind (visually challenged?)
b) deaf
c) just a bit retarded?
It is my devout wish and hope that most of the readers of this blog (a small select band to be sure) would tick c).
I’m as ill as you are. I will remain ‘ill’ until my life begins. Please let me go. I don’t need you to like me or approve of me, I could give a shit about that. I just can’t live someone else’s life, only mine. I am unemployable, by your own admission. And the devil makes work for idle hands so they say.
Probably cue Gloria Gaynor ‘I Am What I Am’, but can’t be bothered just now.
I Guess I’m Untouchable
People can touch me but I feel nothing. I’m floating in space. My appetite is non-existent. My phone never dings. Non-stop chattin’ about me for sure. But it doesn’t translate to any recognition of who I am. To be perfectly honest it’s not a feeling any flesh and blood human being could possibly enjoy.
Little Brother
Women everywhere in the interests of world peace, please think of the males in your life whoever they be, reach out and show appreciation for the contribution they made. This ain’t a ‘stand by your man’ ting, more of a ‘let your man know exactly what he does that is so important to you’. The more specific you can be the better.
Women are the stronger sex….no question. But it ain’t no competition ting. Dis a love ting.
Staying Home Tonight
Could have gone out and met up with old friends for some sort of celebration, but needless to say they’re not really friends, but users, literally.
Fuck that. Fuck yelling and screaming on the bus. I’m going back to my old life. Cooking good food for myself, waiting for the world outside to just go up in a puff of smoke.
I like sleeping best of all, and just lately I’ve been sleeping pretty well.
I’ve got just under £20 in the whole world. Am I bovvered?
The Next Step
Put your family first, however bloody annoying they are. Blood is thicker than water. I’m putting my money where my mouth is and off to see my son at my mum’s today face to face for the first time in about one and a half years. He and she are clashing badly at the moment and he feels suffocated. How well I know that feeling. Would rather Hitler had taken me out with the Jews in the Holocaust than endure this living Hell of a so-called life any longer…
‘Call out the KKK, they’re wild after me’….Natalie Merchant, 10 000 Maniacs.
I ain’t praying to no gods no more. Born again atheist.
Listen Up
All hip hop and grime artists can just shut the fuck up right now. We don’t wanna hear no more. Learn to talk instead of spitting. No one’s impressed, and none of you have what it takes.
The Art Of Conversation Is Not Forgotten
I have one suggestion for anyone whose idea of a convo starter is ‘So what you sayin’?’ Take a freaking vow of silence. No one wants to know what you think…about anything. We cool?
Oh, and while we’re at it, pick on someone your own size asshole.
Am I Still Ill? 