F.U.B.A.R. - 12 February/28 April 2004 / part 2
I know you don't want me, I'm far too old for you, but you are so beautiful to look at with yer shoulders bared like that, you know you are, thanks so much for being able to laugh like that about it with me! Shame that you will never break in my room, does that give you a clue what her name is? I'm out of my skull on amphetamine (better, even, than the last fucking lot!) and vodka and it's not quite midday (12) on Sunday (15.2.04) and I'm going down. (I wish). No, Up. (I wish 2). Na, na, na, na, na. I'm bored with crazy pavements in Beasley Street. Need it, need it, need it. Kneed it? Frayed knot. Sorry, but i'm a 4 no-caterer. You food. Will you please go away. Monkey see, monkey do. It's just a bad dream. It will all go away. I've got nothing but you can have everything I've got. Havent dreamed about you yet. Think. You spat in that twat's sandwich that day. Remember. Crazy times. Remember me Dad coming in and watering down the tomato-sauce and mayonaise. I could have killed him 'cos he did my brains in so fucking much but it's ok 'cos he's better now. Bless my fart. You think I'm rather strange, don't you. That's not a question is it 'cos i don't know the answer. Yes it fucking isn't 'cos i don't know the question. Tonight Matthew, I'm Black Sabbath. Tonight Matthew, I'm gonna be pissed. Fuck You All. I'm lost in the wheels of confusion, Ozzy. A blip off the old choc. Chock-a-block. Wit wot. Tit tot, I should be so fucking lucky, Lucan. Clack. Cor Blimey, Wot Ha! Matey-UBoy! Since I last put pen to paper, can hardly write, one eye closed, the fucking good eye mate! What? Starboard Bow. Ouch. That Hurts. It All Hurts. FUCKING HURTS. US. Nice weather we've been having. Isn't it. Quat. Come. Eh? Interference. cobwebs. fight one's way thru them. Only just. Choco-mint. break. Got Skunk. by the tail. Had mad weekend with (*), skunked to the max and coke and doves and we flew, we fucking flew away without leaving the building. or his room with the glowing yellow walls. And i got caught on CCTV (but had no memory of it) kicking a window in, Moira's display window, replaced window for them. Stomach churning, bowels churning. Waiting to cry.
