Thoughts of an Anarchist

Man, I’ve not updated in YEARS.

Duck fuck.

Yank wank.

Trollop’s bollocks.

and my new favourite

Arse farce.

Sorry, that was weird. Anyway, holiday! Hoorah! Should be updating with some stuff soon. : )

Missing you already, Greece people. Especially you.

exterminate,

Abs x

This isn’t a family; it’s a fucking war.

We’re all on different sides

and we’ve none of us got a general.

We’ve never had a cause but if we did

it’d be the same one. The

casualties are

sky

fucking

HIGH.

                                                   Bliar. Blair. Mum.

                                      Slave to the bottle; your personal

BUSH.

                                                   you did care. once.

but you’re so busy caring about

CO2

Methane

and all those other gases

you spew out/ gassing about

students and pubs you can’t hear your kid cry out

YOUR PEOPLE ARE DYING.

How selfish, in your cruel delusion, to care for others.

No, there’s no war.

Honest.

traitor.

-

Wanker. Bush. Dad.

Perversion.

Just another angry young man….

                           grumpy old man.

who are you to lead a revolution?!

               Hypocrite.

You start a war with your words;

     your cutting verbs of mass destruction,

your atom nouns.

your people? Just a necessary

                 sacrifice.

  YOUR GLORIOUS CAUSE.

And now you need us.

election’s coming up.

Just you see who I vote for.

BRIAN W.

-                                          

Insane. Hussein. Self.

                                     anger; fear; loathing

                                 a certain lack of tolerance

                                                            an arrogance        

                        and all the time you smile and wave a clock is ticking

                                    your people are dying – lesser men, lesser men.    

                                                “how the mighty have fallen,”

                                            Every time you smarm it over,

NO MORE EXCUSES.

Now you’re scared.

                                   a rope of retribution

                                                       CRACK.

                                                            -

and on the outside, the world watches,

as our world tears in three.

                                    ever the casualties mounting

                                                rising and rising and rising and rising and

This isn’t a family, it’s a war, and, parents,

we are losing.

PERIODS = NOT FUN. 

• Marvelled at the sheer audacity of my computer as it asks me, in a condescending way, “Did you forget your password?” Uh, yes, because I don’t type it in several times a day. I’m completely thick. I’ve miraculously managed to forget it in a few hours. It couldn’t possibly just be a typo. Silly me.
• Panicked because my bath last night (Oh! What stupidity it was to take a bath! I’ll never stray from the good path of showers again!) has got oil stuck in my hair and my hair is now greasy and will be unless I stick Volene on it whilst dry and then rinse and then it might get better in a few days. And it is DISGUSTING. Slightly better now.
• Went to Ben’s. Got muddy and covered in shit. As always.
• Watched Ben and Jim have a very Freudian fight with long sticks. And laughed. A lot.
• Said ‘Wank. Further wank.’ into a microphone. Ha.
• Ate pancakes.
• Got frustrated. Not our day today, was it, Mr Jim?
• Read some more Bill Bryson. Many yays.