Earlier times

I’m trying hard not to think of taking a drink at this time in the morning but the day’s like a chasm that I cannot bridge and there’s two pints of electric sat in the fridge, voltage for my tonsils, how to justify this trying defeats me and the drink’s sat there leering, saying come…

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Under a Spanish Sun #9

It’s easy if I don’t think don’t blink and just drink myself into a stupor absolutely super. Too many daybreaks headaches heartaches and it all takes its toll. If I stay sober long enough I can get through this feeling of feeling rough and do proper stuff, if I tough it out, say no to…

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Fools and fancies

I anesthetized myself with fifteen pints of Olde English, fuck good health I’m going down. But coming round when the pounding in my head reminds me that I can’t be dead is a drawback. Yet Olde English sounds so quaint, believe me folks and yokels it ain’t, the locals where I live give free stretchers…

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Species

    The compass or another form of navigation guides me to the origin or as some prefer to call it the creation.   I’m in two minds, one tells me stop, the other says go.   Do I really need to know?     I have come a great distance for some reassurance but…

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Push down and twist

Drugs that will keep you awake or make you sleep tight, drugs that will give you a hard on all night, drugs that will open the doors to illusion, drugs for confusion. Happy? take drugs Sad? take drugs. Let’s give a big cheer for the chemical freer. Drugs that will bind you, drugs that will…

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