Down The Lane

Reading Time: 8 minutes

D.K.R.

Phew, thank fuck, the fucking intense attack of loneliness has lifted, may be back tomorrow but I don’t mind if I can enjoy it while it’s away. Rant, rump, runt, ramp. Ling. Conger. Vodka/hash interlude. For the rest of my life I hope. Hop or rope. Is that your watermelon, can I exchange it for a bit of fish-wrapper? Crab. Eel. My mates room is full of fridges now but there’s no fucking way I’m looking in any of the cunts, even when he threatened to shoot me. I don’t eat anything when I go round to his place anymore.

Think I’ve finally got the key to the blues, but it’s avery painful experience to go through ‘cos it’s all a bit too near the knuckle at the moment, but am going thru and will come out the other side with some magic music as ever, ha.… Read more

Ginchy Wig

Reading Time: 2 minutes

Hello

I am in limbo. It will be over soon, I hope. One way or the other. I got out of that house – Belle Vue – two weeks ago, but it is still torturing me. I was evicted for ‘violent and abusive behaviour whilst intoxicated’, you fuckin’ bet I was fuckin’ intoxicated’. I am crashing on sofas and most of my belongings are in storage. I am exhausted and emotional. My friend is asleep on his setee with Ready Steady Cook on t.v. I seem to be aching and tense everywhere. I cannot eat. I am trying to get through whatever is happening to me but I’m not quite sure what it is anymore. I had to get out of that house for lots of reasons.… Read more