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Tuesday, 20 June 2017

                                                                                                          (  prettye muche  )

    Ms ?Ynnit  ( Kolee )
    Kelostemy Inn

    We know ?do we not  that, in contrast to winter,  
    a writer starts, should start from what they know.
    But where? does a freak start really, and a fraudulent freek to boo(t)
    Well we know where He ends up. 
    In the shade-fearing, godsearing sun.  
    Without food & water.
    Abandoning under bushes luguminous laptop, 
    casting cranky mobile into disluscent canal.
    All'o'Which will allow his caulimanged ears to repair. to escape the sinking without grace
    that phase The Deseritus Monkey of Olden-Tymes.  O! I recognise, nay applaud your 
    reaction here - vacant rather than vacuous -    Not  HOW  butt  WHY   
    in the immortal words of   ( ! O they aint dead  yet      !buga  )
    U  c, K,  whether we are on the meensydneygreenstreets of Kelostemy Inn ,
    or some backdykewater  out in the K.I sublands, we are all, all !mark U, holy-cursed
    by the fact that to be born on a comet and to die on a comet is a stretch too far for us 
    ordinary peeps.  Never the twain, so to speak, or never the twin, in your case, Ms. ?Y,
    never the twin.
    We can and must surround ourselves with the important things in life.
    Here's the list:
    White work transits; ice-cream trucks; hand-job car washes; caravans;  driving schools;
    And these things positively emblem the four crucial conditions of life:
                                 That we fukked / more fukked / really fukked / holy fukked
    For we are all suckmongered by the two   ( ?or is it three  ) 
    Fundamental Points of  Existence:
   1.  If you must bet on the hearses, ensure that you fill out the slip with full creative     
   2.  Avoid! the faux  in all its many guises  -  reality,  personality,  capacity
   3.  Know your enemies butt don't !sleep with them ( necessarily )
   5.  Never  !  EVER acknowledge  those smiling, swanning - and worse, !waving - 
        canal bargers.  To do so is to give credibility to the sheerest of complacencies.
        (which you, K, I Know, will say is  very English .  
         Though it isn't  ( necessarily )    )
        hotchilled Professor in the blistering sun   .  .   me & Margarita  on the run

        ? ! dam/What was I thinkin'        leavin' a  pizza  out    in suche   heat     ?         !

    Find some shade   and !quick    For self-flogulation  take its toll.
    There's a rat scrummaging around some snozzling tramp - ! and in OUR park Kol, ffs  ! -       whilst a recumbent robin wonder what being  The Nation's No 1 Bird  ever really did for it.

    And, in the absence of majesty, fear and loathing take route.

    The 4 Degrees of Separation:  
    son  -  doing well / well enough ; 
    daughter  -  somewhere   (apparently ) ; 
    wife  - love(d)  -  separation ;  
    lover   -  love(d)  -  separation too,  bu(t)t  of a different  hugh.

    For I am, you well Know,  TheEnglishman  who went up  a-bit-of-a-dick
                                                                        and came down  a  completeanduttercunt.
    You see, sweetK,  when I assured you that there are just  4  psychobabblers worth their        salt, and that those FOUR would provide the solid bass for my progressive work with you
   -  Freud   Jung   Charcot      Ramsbottom-Goatworthy     -    well   I lied
   Truth is, I have grown tired of all this   just makin' shit up
   and your crisis of identity, evidenced in that welterwort of histerical info on you/us,
   stored (previously) on my now-stashed-in-some-canalside-stogbrush  laptop
   but now at rest here ( perhaps ) for all to see. For you to see, at least.

   It's New Year 2017, K ?Y
   I can't help you any more.
   !O  not because your lovely young daughter was the unfortunate victim of a party that
   got out of hand.
   Nothing whatever to do with that   actually.
   More that I don't recognise you any more, Ms. ?Ynnit  You've changed
   You dunt even talk2me like U used to when you first came to see me, 'erelong/ago .
   Still, it's no mendacity to believe that some of me has rubbed off on you,  is ? it
   That Eliza Lightsquall has learned how to be a less torrid party popper
   and just a tad more proper like    like her mentor  Prof Hurricane.
   Cuzz you're sounding more like The queen now, farting like her  surely.
   Why you'd even give some softsoap money away to barely-deserving c(l)auses 
   if you could afford it.

   But  WTF  tbph  f y i      ffs     I am just a tad badgered  by your fairly fay&feigned agro
   toward me   when  I    get  kwotin'  peeps  ( innit  )
   Of course you exaggerate, as is your want. You always have done, and always will,
   I susspish.
   Yes, you see my frust over my impot often 2 put thoughts2wordz, to pen my inspires, 
   which, for you, come from me bein' overdep on the deeds of others.
   Yet it trans that persp sharpen the mind, if not the soul    .   . . and as I heatsweat in the 
   midday I stick a pencil on my nose and do the Einstein Doze.
   here's how it goze :
   hothothot  frantikskrawljot   hothothot
   pensilnoze kwiksnooze
   pensilfall  wakejolt   more/frantikskrawljot
   here's how it pan out       4me :
   pensil - led/wood  
   pensilfall - ledbrake - jusswood
   (we got)  LedwoodWoodwood
   as  sun  beat  down  like  a  scald-cat
   I'm  a burnin'    like    TheWickerMan .

   Ever Yours

   SikmentLoyne The Prof



Friday, 9 June 2017

- you bin ill sik

- not exactly     no

- so where u bin then

- in hidin   so to speak

- mmm   playin yer classikals again    


- so wots afresh    ( then  )

- i'm esconced  Kol   in     and  away  from it all

- so wot u doin in fukkin  skotland   bro


-  i meen theres an erection on
   if u aint heard

- aah   the erection of generals      u see
  a case of which prick is going to
  consolidate  the  state of   ProtoFascism
  who's going to take us onto  the

- well from all i know
  frodo's got every rite 2bfukkd off
  & so wud u be
  with a bilboBaggins cuzzcuss    


-  O   FrodoFashism    ffs  
   its on all the soshial meed  
  where u bin    sik                        ( f f  s  )


- so      i tell u wh'appen  in the general    i meen
  election  that is     not hossy  stuff  btw
   nuff said on that fukshit  w(h)en were 'alfway thro
  the year alred
  its still turnin2shit

- family and politics  alike then
  like twin sisters
  all might seem to converge on the outside
  butt inside  never the twain                  so to speak


- mark my words  Kol
  !stay rite away from radioTVfones
  good news is a dead duck in the water
  the bad times are killing  us 
                           (modest mouse )


-  (well) maybe we'll get lucky and we'll both live again
   well i dont know i dont know  i dont know  ! dont think so

-  wtf  ffs  & all this has sweetFA to-do wiv y im writin 2 u (ffs)

   innit    if u realy wana no   b t w    
                                         ( ?Ynnit Ms. )

                                                                                                                                   4MLB x





- y'know  we  was talkin' about UKIP  and i says i was thinkin bout votin(g)    forum

-  really

- well they gorrin  didnt they    
  o i know u didn-wana know  but now u do         so

- really

- and won by a landfill

- well no one deserves a landfill more than them

- anyhoo little england will be    BIG england       once  again
  once we learnin how stayin bein little 
 is the biggest thing we can do   in the sirks   actually

- what are we talking about here   really

- o juss fukoff wiv ur 'reallys'   sik   

  eastern euros o' cuss          
  thats why we need  border controls for 'em     
  actualy  UKIPs rite about peeps like  U  who have ur fancy houses
  out-in-the-muddel-of-nowhere and u dont have to live next door to 'em

- well controlling border collies  is of the essence     Kol      

  o-i-t-m-o-n    so to speak         and you'd know that anyhoo

- hmm                                  help dig england out of a hole

                                         all together
                                         build border controls
                                                                                     UKIP        sik

-  u dreamin' Kol              wake up  girl   and smell  the        shit


                                                                                                                             4MBLB xx