Tuesday, 30 June 2009

We are all being strangled. 'Swine flu' was fucked up by 'MPs expenses' and 'the BNP'. Now, they in turn are being gang raped by 'the weather', 'Michael Jackson' and 'tennis'. I have stopped caring.

The first Bureau De Books book has been posted as a PDF on that blog so you can download it and read it if you like. I wrote one and a half things in it. There is also a picture of me drinking tea.

I wrote this poem for you, I hope you like it
CLOVER
Up above the world so high
I can see two clouds fucking
One cloud ejaculates into the other cloud
And we all run for cover

7 comments:

Catherine said...

what the hell is wrong with you?!

DJ Berndt said...

That poem is awesome.

Mariana Soffer said...

I guess we run to prevent the sprem to mark a stain on us

Ani Smith said...

Fuckyeahchriseast!

An Unreliable Witness said...

Oddly, I had a dream the other night involving Nick Griffin doing unpleasant things to me while dressed in a white tennis strip, wearing a Michael Jackson mask, and eating a swine flu-infected pork chop.*

It felt wrong - yet so, so right.

* (Allegedly.)

An Unreliable Witness said...

And afterwards, he paid me with money handed over in a brown paper envelope, on top of which was a picture of Harret Harman, naked save for a few strategically placed banknotes.

ryan manning said...

i like that poem