Too many people have died
Who didn’t need to die
Three now, if we’re counting
Three beautiful fractured souls
It doesn’t matter if we’ve met once
or many thousands of times
If you are reading this
I want you to know that…
I love you and care about you
and I do NOT want you to die
my band did a live session on BBC 6 Music last night, You can hear it here… http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b09sr611
skip to 30mins in to hear our session!
I am super nervous about doing this and it feels very self-indulgent but fuck it. I wanna publish a zine of my poetry and I can’t afford to do it cos I’m a student on disability benefits and have been declared unfit to work.
For the price of a pint you could help me achieve something I’ve wanted to do for years.
For 2 quid you get the zine incl. postage, for a fiver you get the zine, a letter/poetry written on my vintage typewriter and free entry to the launch party in Brighton. For 30 quid you get all of the above plus I’ll perform a set at yr party/event (UK only obvs unless yr gonna volunteer to pay my travel costs!) I read fast and loud, its punk.
Absolutely nothing expected but all donations hugely appreciated.
it was meaningless, performative, insincere and symbolic
like a protesters boot kicking a prostrate policeman in the head
repeatedly, over and over
blood gushing red and gungy
self-reflexivity and constant questioning, constant revolution
these concrete actions are the only way to make a change
why is hate the only route to redemption? I reject this!
I understand all of that anger needs somewhere to go
but why turn on yr fellow man? Why the divisions
if we squabble we’re easily manipulated by the elite
I swear the gentle breeze in the trees
is more regular, recognisable, reliable
than our various attempts to relate
to one another or associate in groups
no I don’t give a shit about yr blog
yr entire life is a carefully curated sham
you take good soft people and you use them
shame on you fucking SHAME on you
talking head is a generic sitcom indian
you measure yr air all of the time
rare porcini mushrooms found in salad
I still don’t understand how snakes travel
fat big brand
next time I come
I hope yr in the ‘no’ album
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