well, the day ended in a spectacular fashion...
no, not really...
my bus home was pulling up
while i was aiming to get on it,
some colt was ahead of me, we slightly bumped
shoulders... he began with with kissing
his teeth like a black girl in high school...
i just turned around and showed him the *******...
that shut him up... i didn't hear a peep-squeak
or anything...

you, sorted, mate? i wasn't going to give him
the cryptic three finger salute of: read between
the lines... i really wasn't in the mood for a conversation...
a simple ******* sufficed...
the girls at the bus stop giggled... well yeah...
seriously... i'm not in the mood...

i was going a shift at Fulham today and we had
a cardiac arrest during the match,
the whole event was broken up...
CPR was given in the stadium and then later in
the ambulance...
we had riot police and we had police on horseback...
previous creatures... i always loved how
dogs interact with larger mammals, esp. horses...

i had two girls run up to me... sisters...
i've bruised my finger... my nail is bleeding...
run along to the toilet...
wash it up... get some tissue, wrap it round...
put pressure on it... walked up to the public toilet
and waited for them to come out...
you're alright? great... on your way...

that's what i really love about working...
i can write about... easiest subject matter on the planet...
esp. when you're shepherding people
to a major event like a football match...
good afternoon... smile, giggle... have all the appearances
of a welcoming person in a high-viz...
sunglasses on, sunglasses off...

X party... i spent most of the time with her today,
as if we were on a first date...
she taught me some Arabic...
she's supposed to give me a cookbook since...
well Egyptian cooking is unlike Moroccan cooking
and Moroccan cooking is unlike Persian
cooking... the Egyptians use a lot of rice...
but they have the sour notes... not the Berber sweet-hearts...
of apricots...

i love working as much as i think that
this "rhymes": arbeit macht frei...
                              weird, isn't it?
hello! good afternoon! enjoy the match...
i told said X... look at it... the Thames...
it's a river that always appears as if it's not flowing...
sure... the winds were coming to 80mph...
so it looked like the river was flowing...
it wasn't... the Thames always looks like a *******
pond... even though there's a TIDE-IN
& a TIDE-OUT...

what the **** did we cover? pretty much everything...
oh... yeah, i was into horse-riding...
terrible on the *******... but at a gallops' pace...
cycling in heavy traffic comes close...
favourite birds... i said mine were crows...
birds of death? well... i owe myself a mythology
to the crow...
which is not journalism which is not history...
it's... myth! it's archetypical building...
that's Huginn... & that's Muninn...

       the proverb read: lies have short legs...
lies don't walk on stilts...
Gemma... that ******* infatuation for the past two days...
premonition came...
only last night i was putting out cigarettes on my
left hand's knuckles... enjoying the pain...
from the burns... today i was smearing some
antiseptic cream on the wound...
one of the coworkers asked me... what happened?
i said don't worry...
why would i lie about getting those burns
from making pizza... even though i was making pizza?

this was bound to come up...
one ***** talking **** talking about another girl...
using a man as her... phalanx shield...
i'm getting the *******...
yeah, i drink, prior to the day i'm working...
but i don't drink on the job...
but then... doesn't all cologne utilise alcohol,
so it lasts longer, so it's more potent?
me, drinking on the job?

oh, because all the other girls had to start calling
her all the slurs...
**** this and that...
i just called her a serpent, a snake...
i told them all... wait... don't react with so much
immediacy, i'm cool, i know i have just been
slandered... i'm in bed with this female version
of the worst of the worst...
i'm the male version of the worst of the worst...
if she's apparent this psychotic mental case...
guess what... i am too...
but i don't keep in so ******* publically open...
i back down... listen to some pop music...
backstreet boys...

premonition though, eh?
i was loved up for about 3 days...
day 4 i was putting out cigarettes on my knuckles so the
******* roller-coaster in my stomach could
****** off... riding a bicycle and doing
stomach crunches didn't help...
what helped? being told that lies were being
told about me...
the amount of detail i put toward personal
hygiene...

what a beautiful sunset overlooking the Thames...
once the crowd was leaving...
two boys addressed me... waved... have a good night...
i extended my hand... did a pseudo-wave
by folding my fingers into a fist... you too mate...
then... **** me...
a Greek guy... who was selling hot-dogs in the stadium...
first shift, last shift...
too messy apparently...

    by definition: if Greek... historically pederasts were rife...
well, it was a nice compliment:
i like you beard... some serious ****** tension,
some "chin wagging" / conversation,
he touched me, i touched him,
you look like a Greek orthodox priest...
wow.... just... wow...

once the spectators were leaving
i was having a head-spin...
              the sunset over the Thames was beautiful,
but this, right now?
too many ******* people...
we only interacted for about 2 minutes...
i sometimes wish i was gay...
esp. today...
with the women available...
i wish i was gay.... I WISH I WAS
HOMOSEXUAL... why?! it would imply i'd get
more "traffic"...

oh esp. if they're Greek hot dog stall providers
and they come up to you
telling you... your beard...
i like your beard... you look like an orthodox
Greek priest!
                              like, what the ****?!
oh, **** me, i'm going to own that...
right then and there and all the more simple!

the way he touched me... a comforting touch
of the arm... i was seriously surprised that he was walking up
to me...
oh... hello....
well thank god i had that premonition concerning
being slandered... i smell of alcohol?
no chance of my drinking on the job...
fasting? smelling too much of cologne?
sure...

there are two single mothers...
their boys are best pals... i'm not about to **** it up...
let it go... i said: let it go...
wait for her to make a second mistake...
even though i didn't have sniffer dogs on my ***
this shift.... i was asked by supervisors to sniff
my ***... like they sniffed my ***...
i spoke some French and i spoke some
Latvian... sveiki draugs! etc.

i love work...
you get to meet so many people! i love it!
ich liebe diese!
ich liebe arbeit!
you been away from it long enough...
i ought to have joined the army...
well... if i haven't joined the army by
now... this is going to be my next, new,
cohort... today i watched how 10 stewards
were turned down from their shifts
for simply turning up late...

i even said... *****-slap to the face...
i even slapped myself... seeing them walk-away
from the shift... oh well...

i was so loved up for almost 4 days...
thank god, or whoever i sobered up with
putting ciagarretes out on my knuckles...
            i enjoy pain... i really enjoy pain...
like i told this one ***** that slandered me...
oh... but you don't know who you're dealing with...
do you? she can riddle me with her
******* sop story all she wants...

           i have a sop story of my own...
to hell with getting tattoos...
i'm out here to get scars...
  how's that?!

          each of my left hand's knuckles have
already been exposed to cigarette **** burns...
why? i enjoy... the pain...
pain is the ultimate signature of reality!