Diary
March 09th 2003
Is anybody fucking reading this? I stubbed my toe today.
Didn't get anything done, and my foot really hurts now. Anybody care?
Yeah?
February 17th 2003
Feel fucking shit today.
February 13th 2003
One more day to go
before the same old shitty precession of commericalism
that they've christened (that's right, CHRISTened - no love for
you if you're a Muslim or a Jew!) 'Saint' Valentine's Day. That's right
people, Love Hearts are Hate Hearts. All that chocolate's
going to make you fat, love.
I've been working on
this one for a bit... if
I can get it just right for
tomorrow I might go and do it standing outside "Clinton's Cards" near Shepherd's Bush Green.
I've got to meet Mike in that Australian pub there to talk about the Words So
Angry gig down in Hammersmith next Sunday, so I might get
a bit of work in beforehand. I'll probably do it, at least if I can think of
a decent title.
If you loved me
There'd be no cards
Just bards, and shards
Of your sex
There'd be no roses,
No poses
No false Moses of candy
You think I'll be randy once you've scammed
me?
I'd rather have brandy
If you loved me
You'd burn down a card shop
Cut soft skin on rose thorns
Scream "they've bought you" at courting couples
As you chainsaw sickly toy bunnies
And melt chocolate in your furious thighs
That's what you'd do
If you loved me
So don't send me a card this year
My dear
But give us a call, at least
For fuck's sake
I dunno, I'll work on it tonight. Not sure. Could be
good.
February 9th 2003
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