Stories, Rhymes and Brain fallout.

He's what they call a 'never been' he has done a show that no one has seen. He wants to scream ---------- It's all one thing, us , animals, plants other life one planet one sensation. The pain of time. death brings release, nothing happens we just cease. no malice no hate just life. It's not a mystery, we know how it ends life is a journey with some very tight bends A bit bumpy at the start, confusion in the middle and a painful end. So do what you need to do, say what you need to say. I'll just keep writing 'cos I hope one day it will flow right, and if it doesn't that's ok, it's all about the doing, keeping the doubts away.

My T-shirt was made in Bangladesh, I'm not part of a solution I'm part of the mess. I know that it's wrong I'm nobody's fool But I'm minimum wage But still need to look Cool Trapped in the system A rat on the wheel this is it this is life this is the deal.

Who are 'they'? They that say... They say this , they say that, he's a legend, the other's a twat They say we're screwed, They say all is bad I wish I could tell Them that They are driving me mad. Where do They live, what is Their game, What is it that drives Them to all think the same. They say They don't like this or not even that They seem to know everything my thoughts are old hat Their opinions create even more of the They They blog and They tweet and They play and they say They seem like a tribe, but maybe they're not This 'They' might not even be -ever thought of that? Maybe 'They' is a way of keeping us down Of telling us how -to think and when to frown It's 'us' versus Them - that's the name of the game Don't follow the They or we'll all think the same.

A nice Man. Nice bloke no dope, standing still asking why,  had some pain wouldn’t cry.  He’s a never been -now he wants to scream -  he done a show and no-one seen. He’s a nine to fiver  saving fivers by shopping around,  Used to be a raver now he’s a pound saver,  blew his love away by thinking of pay -  instead of some play. Should have slowed down, taken a look around  He might have found - meaning,  two for a pound.

Caught the early bird train to London the early bird catches the mice so it seems Grey men, grey suits, grey hairs on the laptops  Announcements. No tea or coffee trolley today ,the trolley is broke.  The bloke across from me is typing like it’s his last will and testimony pale,very pale,  mortgage payments looming business ain’t booming on the early bird.

Shopping malls ultimate dope lured in by Waterstones Grazing Gazing Making bad decisions after a gut wrenching Americano and gastro Donut Delis, Deli belly Delhi would be heaven. My 'Afterlife' - trying to fit in. I'm cross culture - mixed culture not race, Meditation in the morning footie in the afternoon Nostalgic about the 70's not the music but the terrace wars Theatre in the evening, wrong clothes ,wrong accent, A give away. Culture is a fortress guarded by the fake, 'No trainers mate' (unless ripped vintage)

Eve didn’t eat the apple, she took a photo on it.  God is an eye in the sky brought to you by ‘I spy’ God’s a satellite, his angels are algorithmes  Facial recognition be his cameras He’s watching he’s watching -watch out -you’re watched every day same time.  No need to pray, just connect and pay The good die their data goes to heaven  The bad die their data goes public - full on , no holds barred full frontal public shaming.  God is meek but hates the weak, protects the strong, the slick and the sleek.