We all gonna go there

it´s only a natural curiosity

I am not exploring death

cc found a spot for me to dwell on this matter

Crossbone Graveyard

for the outcasts to rest in peace

only found recently when building jubilee line round there

the big mountain of bones

smallest baby bones

bones from women whilst alive selling there bodies,
for manly treats
the bones from outcasts
the band
the bastards
the none believers
the top believers
you know, those ones

my silver skeletons & copper sculls.....

Anyway, sweeties for oldies, charged 10% less on tuesdays in Whitstable...something to look forward to......

halloweenytweenyparty

arrived with direction home

softly trash halloween mdma bruises cuts selfinflicted by roofclimbing

new hair new life for a night

left much later with wip resting round waist & tophat from a clown

Taj´s shoe in Whitestable seafront

I salute grey

grey is the best!

it harms the nature the least as a colour

& it´s not vain

sleep&the wakenings

slept with candid eyes of desire

sure slow fever feeble fire

burned dream after dream

like evil child with matchbox at hand

all lite light

very much too bright

i went boooom bAng

off like a gun

just like that

and killed all fun

claw strings harder the tensions insane

hopes and heart sinks like deatchchained men

hang

from rusty anchors of neglect

or simply reject

close those eyelids real thight for the love potion he drops every night

blink away

the blur

molded under his palm i lure

everyone knows of my ship left in shallow water

keep sleep keen

be as nice as you can be

of that i´m sure

i´m not sure..drop the anchor of reject (no regret) & heart set sail for new adventures of that i´m sure

...sure

lullaby bye

bye

the tissuies of wishes

i have lazy hopes that fingers of steel will continue to play and make forms, forever all i wanna do, yeah that´s all, i do not want to pay bills or speak to people about my phonebill or tell people what they should buy to make happiness
might get married to some kinda sponsor an old professor who believes in my head cause it´s so full of secrets and sometimes get so so empty it can take in more of the other worlds for a greater understanding or for the making of rubbish torouettes tickling words on my tongue
like south park episode when cartman discovers the wonders of speaking freely to let your tongue spit out the words the brain hovers over like some kinda hackney gettobird to watch over the mess and make sure it wont slip out....
but the brilliance of the body working and making, slipping fingers making tunes carving shapes is like an inital fingery tourettes, an outlet,but with time to ponder, it springs from outlet to project, which leaves an ohhhh-feeling, re-life re-live re-think
the body tissuie makes incrediable wishes for to do only so..