F.U.B.A.R. - 12 February/28 April 2004 / part 4
Here's some bits from an old notebook (undated):-
squeeze me baby, feed me baby
trying to reduce damage during transition period
I'm a professional incontinent, everyone bled but me
life is a bucket of blood and semen sometimes
poverty struck/stricken
have to take up drinking on a part-time basis
whipped cream and shite
mud, what's all this mud?
whipped cream and blood
selling everything but it's not enough
the last beer and Billie Holiday for breakfast
another awful day
scouring the city for money
a million and seven things
that need doing, put off and left undone
memories come flooding back
trying to bugger the sky with a black bin-liner
few posessions left, anything left to sell?
looking around feverishly
dragging me back into the here and now
forget about eating, I can't afford it
festering with a spinning mind
but when you know everything
what do you do then?
Twit 'n Twat. luminous burger. Plastic fudge cake. Badger, badger, badger, badger, badger, badger, badger.
FUCKED-UP BEYOND ALL RECOGNITION.
Over and out - Roger the Badger.
