What's all this then?

The continuing story of a fat lad who's gone to the dogs.


Wednesday, March 11, 2015

Nadir

Magic Doors

I can’t deny what I’ve become.
I’m just emotionally undone.
I can’t deny.
I can’t be someone else.
When I have tried to find the words to describe this sense, absurd.
Try to resist my thoughts, but I can’t lie:

I’m losing myself. My desire I can’t hide; no reason am I for.

I can’t divide, or hide from me.
I don’t know who I’m supposed to be.
I guess it’s just the person that I am?
Often I’ve dreamt that I don’t wake;
Enjoy the gift of my mistake;
But yet again I’m wrong and I confess,

I’m losing myself. My desire I can’t hide; no reason am I for.

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Friday, January 30, 2015

..You're weak on Twitter .

z) Inflammation terminates; man runs to station, resumes role as lead generator for arms sales.  
Conflagration ensues.


  • Inflammation subsiding; side glance blows rep off top rung. Protests: "I've got a wife and family to feed."
5mg prognost with meals




3) Inflammation griping. Timely administration of arnica reveals extent of insult. Consider analgesia. Selective amnesia.





  • Inflamed indignation! Slap-cheeked reeling step back; set up for a fall. Blameless sclerotic impediment on A+E $tati$tic$.

A) Initial Inflammation

Imbibing, careless comments cause

town-like malice, 

drawing blow. Just desserts for precedent pride.