Crime and punishment

This happened a few days ago, thought I might as well throw it to the ether, so to speak, as I'm not convinced anyone reads this poorly attended blog at all anymore..

I went out at about 8.30 last week and opened my door only to find in the alley a little hoodie bastard with both the wheels off my mountain bike..
Naturally, I slapped him around a bit, made him put it all back together,. then D-locked his head/neck to a drainpipe while I tested it.
Two D-lockings later, and having been been menaced with pliers and an axe, hoodie was permanently traumatised and my bike was again roadworthy...
Needless to say, by the time I let him go he was sobbing hysterically and pleading for his miserable life....
Now I understand the kicks the old bill get...

A question..

Is homicidal joy the diametric opposite of suicidal depression?

Holocaust.

"I don't know something called International Principles. I vow that I'll burn every Palestinian child (that) will be born in this area. The Palestinian woman and child is more dangerous than the man, because the Palestinian child's existence infers that generations will go on, but the man causes limited danger. I vow that if I was just an Israeli civilian and I met a Palestinian I would burn him and I would make him suffer before killing him. With one hit I've killed 750 Palestinians (in Rafah in 1956). I wanted to encourage my soldiers by raping Arabic girls as the Palestinian women is a slave for Jews, and we do whatever we want to her and nobody tells us what we shall do but we tell others what they shall do."

- Ariel Sharon, current Israeli Prime Minister, In an interview with General Ouze Merham, 1956

Needle Exchange manifesto

The following pompous and overblown prose is some pr work I did for a freind's band..Remember it's really just a big-up...


A manifesto

NX is;

Essentially a misnomer.Disingenuity. A deliberate act of chicanery.
A question for which no whole answer exists.
Where point meets counterpoint.
A conjunction of Archangel and Antichrist, high the jetstream, soaring above Londons debris.
Chaos and control.
Scars and blushes
A punch and a kiss.
Eros and Thanatos.
Hot tears in cold bedrooms.
Lovers licks and steel toecaps.
The irresistible urge to suck the hand that bleeds.
Where colours, crimson, purple and puce shift in chromatic ballet until dusk turns all to monochrome.
And, in that darkness, surgical steel is run into the centre of your empty heart..
NX…………………..

For Elizabeth

A long, slender body barely contained by a plastic avocado bathtub. Her nakedness , her long, long, nearly white blonde hair spread in fine soft swirls. Impossibly beautiful.
A dead mermaid.
I loved you once.
Nihil ist...Nihil ist...