I suppose

I should write something that explains this thing. But why would you care unless it's a three minute tune or a three act drama. It's neither, it falters half way through. The story gets so far then one of the protagonists fucks off and goes, leaving a wake in the meadow leaving, wheat bent either side.

And the sun shines, and the lens flare's there, as she goes.

Moon shot

There's something lonely in the white redundancy of the moon's glow. It looks down on everyone looking up. Small wonder its eye's not reflected.

Where we stood

Many years ago we stood against the vile evil, and overtopped them with garden ideal

Shot them full of their own blood

Didn't hate, but killed them in their faces anyway

To preserve a certain irony, a disbelief in hard politic

So we get to today, and fuck off youngsters in the maw of politic belligerence

Shits and charlatans making bullets for broken and fucked teenagers

Back home, back home.

Defending these cunts' ideals

itablet form factor leaked

in a daring departure from the accepted norms of tablet design, the iTablet has a cubic form factor, featuring 9 enormous fixed-colour pixels on each face, user interaction is achieved through a series of twisting motions to align the pixels so that same colour pixels align on each face. Once alignment is achieved the user is encouraged to randomise the pixels and give it to their 9 year old son to realign it in significantly less time.

What if I buggered off?

Would the welter of the day to day get any less fucked up and just another form to fill? Would the world spin any slower? Would holes in the road once marked out by me be equally recognised by that replacement?

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