There are days
When there is no mystery.

Moments when all of life seems used up,
Our collective imagination shop worn and repetitive and dull.

Is it just me?

Things I regret:


I've been lucky.

How do we justify the glee of soldiers killing children.
How ugly every army is.
How grotesque to observe the twisted human mind,
As it celebrates the death of a child with a bullet to the head.
We like  to ****. We enjoy it. We do not care.
We have nothing to add to this universe.
We are a mistake.

Anti-vaxxer nonsense,
The silly,ignorant, dumb.
Selfish fright-filled sheeple,
Beating on the drum.

Science says the rescue,
Is simple, just a poke,
Anti-vax  deniers,
Think your life's a joke

How dare I
With a pirate's pose,
Look deep into your beautiful eyes,
And tell you to kneel.

Touch becomes taste when
You're in a haste.

Fingers as food if
You're in the mood.

Slip your clothes on and dance for me.
Covering up is arousal and allure.

First find someone you enjoy *** with.
Spoiler alert it might be yourself.

Second, absence is a bit of a relief.
Minor irritations are glue like.

Third is roughness. It's a spectrum.
Don't be afraid of it and don't be cruel.

Forth and most important is humour.
What does Charles Dickens keep in his spice rack?
The best of thymes, the worst of thymes.

So there you have it.
Life is easy.
Eat pickles as often as you can.