...IT'S DIFFICULT, IT'S VERY TOUGH....

The noise, for it was a noise. The noise, five it was a noise. The noise, there wasn't one. Silence. Oblique and sacrosanct. Amazed and alone. Troubled and deserted. Chocolate Lovely, or was it lovelly?

I suppose it has come to pass, I have moved on, in a circle. But how long has this circle taken to form? 12 weeks? A year? Twenty years? I would feel a déja-vu, but I would remember if I had been here before. I am in a place, a situation, a fear, that I never thought possible. Uh, as the Ig said, "I never thought it would come to this". Wanna spell it out, but THAT one person might read this. Yeah, as fucking if. He might of given her a withered plant, I shagged her up the ass. My hypocrisy has reached an unbelievably amazingly hypocritical level that even I never knew I could stoop to. But still I'm torn. Still I dream at night and awake, shrouded by darkness, with a cold sweat that I try to deny. I try to believe in my decisions. I try to believe in my resolution. But I check my phone and, with that one pointless exercise, realise I have failed.

Love, forever, apart, suicidal and pure.

Sweet dreams...

wHAT iS tHE iDEAL cRASH?

Everytime I cry a little, you laugh a little. Or summat like that rings the bells of fortitude that escape the never ending shit that this life heaps upon its poor, mere, mortals. Mere, as in, near Zeals. The beauty of the White Lion, across the borders and in through the door (lowered brows). TABOO AND FUCKING LEMONADE? Oh the ignamy. And if I am making up words, then that is my right, and I shall...

Who would of thought it ey. (phonetic). Is phonetic phonetic? I would go more for funetik. Digression. If you ever chance across this page of bollocks (big clue there), WOW. This is silent ramblings from someone who cannot let the people around him (or her) know of there existance because, and it is all ramberlingss, but someone might read things into it that are, and lets be honest here, possibly correct. her and HER. Past present or future? I WISH I FUCKING KNEW.

Anyone at home

www.b3ta.com

Yeah, that will do. Thanks Tom Barman

Lay Me Low

Uh, um

Someone, and I unquote, once said (nay sang) "The Truth Is So Boring". Fucking cunt wankers, swear words back there, what the fuck. I wish my truth was boring. I want a boring life, I HAD a boring life until recently. And it was the most wonderful, powerful, fulfilling experience I have ever had. And...

And...

And...

And I would do anything to have it back, my life, her life, their life. For all the fuck ups it gave me, I want it back so totally and so unequivocally that it hurts.

So, Mr and Mr Soulwax, I forgive you because your music is wonderful. Knees, pray, salvage a point.

I suppose, what I'm saying is, fancy a drink sometime? My round. Amplify your soul...

To Blame Her All.... Would Be A Lie?

I remember, all of a sudden, of these...

...and I thought of you.

...and in the begining,gOD created a tiny animation studio...

It is, obviously, pretty damn obvious. But only if you know. If you DO know, I don't need to explain. If you DON'T know, then I really can't be arsed to explain. Work it out for yourself.

Did this sort of thing before but then things happened and so I stopped. This is, possibly, the bastard son (or daughter) of the aforementioned (obliquely) rambling. Occasionally that ONE made sense, I doubt if this one ever will, if it does, I apologise with overblown exuberance.

The title, ah, the title. Don't worry about it, it is very important, but only if you don't already know. All will become clear...

In Time...

Here We Go Again.... FUCK ME SARAH

So, obviously, this is how it starts...

The model volcano by the giant gas tankThe street corner gun-market next to the robbed bankThe poorhouse next to the Uniroyal palaceA tower of riches, beside it the abyssSit in the gridlock under the stopped clockLong for a new taste? Suck on a breeze-blockYour brain is a doughnut, your spirit's a dry cupThis place has the poison to fill them all right upLockdown London--Headbutt the pebble-dashThe girl with the bit nails and fondness for blackmailYou made her a secret, now she knows she can't failYour weakness was known well, she earned her a bombshellHer life's worth of grievance now hangs from your coat-tailsThe little drummer-boy sadly (though eloquent) bitchesToo old for the bluff game or overnight richesHe meets with your pen friend, they speak of your badnessand compose a duet--sounds like Tarzan and CallasI've been a victimiser and I've been victimisedI've been a sly betrayer who has been demonisedI've been an instrument of all I hateSo here's to all you absent leeches--safeI'm not around to hear your pious speeches while you're...CHORUS:Waiting for a date from the LoyaliserWaiting for a date from the LoyaliserCrying for a sign from the LoyaliserTime always on the side of the LoyaliserInto thinner air with the LoyaliserYou get older, you get scared but you get no wiserNow you must adjust your ears to the sound of troublegetting louder and louder and louder and louderForget the "like-with-like," now there is only otheras the walls begin to buckle and turn into powderCowed figures under railway archeswait for the coming stormThey've already seen your great providerin his true bloodthirsty human formTime to get criminal-mindedTake any way out when you find itand those who stay around do so because they're blindedNo light at all when you're...CHORUSLockdown London...Just a prison...