emphatic apologies to all who have received my business card.
I have just realized the accidental implication of joke on back of card.
I do not have desire or ability to put curse on anyone.
Its me, obviously, that is cursed…
with unbelievable stupidity…
this blog stops here.
See later on http://poemsandpolitics2.wordpress.com
A tricky question is,
whether the worst thing about
hearing voices in my head,…
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shopenhauer
Well, this is exiting
tomorrow will be the day!
Not that I have anything planned, neither….
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Tis morning I felt lonely
It then occurred to me that I could adopt another perspective on my loneliness.
Loneliness is, in a sense, my going through the day…
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About seven years ago in Parliament a quiet Tory decided to ‘turn up the volume’.
What he then heard, was an emphatic ‘fuck off!’
But somehow, one who seemed destined to be lost to obscurity,…
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How many times has Boris Johnson …. censured
How many Berlusconi’s does it take to clean a duvet wank stain?
None…he doesn’t clean ’em.
Second question: how long does it take Berlusconi to realize it’s in fact a pig in a blonde wig giving him a blow job?
The time it takes him to realize what he’s rimming.
“The other day my girlfriend was cooking meatball spaghetti and
accidentally dropped a metalball onto the floor.
A floor which, in a very un-Italian faschio, she had forgottent to clean…”
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Life is like a box of chocolates.
Don’t ask me why, I haven’t a clue.
[nov.2010]
Fuck the law.
Alternatively, fuck them all.
Alternatively, fuck yourself,
whilst not forgetting to one day
fuck them all
[nov.2010]
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