Have a nice life! In case you haven't noticed, dear LED irradiated platform reader or penny-wise headset strapped audiophile, these words, which are all what's left after work intensive mind churning,

Right from out of my bowels Comes rolling out a subjugating fart Squeezing in too tight Taking hefty thoughts into the morrow Grandeur! The catwalk shining, glistening just for me Only me and my gloriously

Haven't I been working in that joint Heavy with dust, grime and impaled through sunshine Riddled by a dwindling sense of devotion After all enslaved labour wasn't meant to be Cherished, at all Out of the

Walking disasters and hypomanic wonders Always come in pairs Displayed for the sake of comparison Portrayed for the sake of compassion Differentiated so that the observer Can ponder on the apparently dual

The man at the other end of the line Sounds bored and frustrated Blame the end of the week for all you want But reluctantly offered services Have a terrible way of placidly carving Their refusal in rebuttal

The lights are out Most plugs have their safety caps on This couch will be forever ornamented With dead, dried out, rubbed about Houseflies My cigarette lights itself Nobody can really see my nose Also

This dude was long lost In turmoil Rat-racing amidst doubt induced haze Haphazardly produced Thoughts He always wants to go back and analyse See What went wrong and when Thus he forgets To look, not backward,

Skyscraper Pitched Tent Battering Ram Solid Snake Bug-eyed Monster Pushrod Dome Irrigator Railed Shaft Exfoliator of nondescript senses Surfing on the springboard of power outage Coming back to basics

It all begins with a show Supposed to punch a hole in the sky A verba volant promise to be made Between the greater of two evils Set price, different goals One outcome Release Oxytocin keelhauling for

The battle must have been rough If any god had ever envisioned it so For it was a massacre Slightly worse than being a sacrifice Did she, or he, or to verse it globally Universally Existabeingly IT Had

That overblown, huffed-puffed freak Considers the area between his legs To be more important Than the patience I'm serving out Concerning his utter disregard For customs Basically expressed politeness

Smooth, clean, surrogate White Crystallised and polished Shiny Reflective and disorienting After the initial strain The first log falls Marks the surface With a tarred blemish The smell is unmistakably

Infidelity Spouting from the Mind of the Cosmos A broken, shattered column Display art for the unwavering uninitiated The solipsism of internal rage Gets stifled by long tall drinks The arching back of

The jury sets out To find out What is it all about You and I It's evident that some pathways are lost Never to be rediscovered I would have hoped That you would have stayed here with me Watch me giggle

, where is that bint?” “She was over there, a parsec ago M'lord, she must have popped outside for a second, I am sure …” “Don’t call me that! She was supposed to be here for the shift-change! What the

ratitude Forgiveness in the wake of New light A random sound climbs up a vine Into the balcony where I'm sitting Crosslegged Solving crimes yet to be Committed As always, death hangs loose But I'm unable

should see her use a gun. Narrow smile, raised brow Cold sweat runs down my neck Headshot from which I cannot win, my own You should see her use a gun. Rosy fingers stretching over silver triggers Blood

hadn't gotten a decent blow job in ages. On top of that, I had just gotten out of yet another relationship, which had not ended amicably and had left me, once again, panting on the rim of the wishing well.

Never bring home stuff to a food fight. Never wrestle the bug bear in your behind. Never rest a cheek upon silicon hubcaps. In the remote event, of external decompression, pray to god you are not dead,

This was originally written in Greek before Trainspotting 2 came out. This is a narration attributed to lead character Mark Renton as envisioned happening during the ending sequence of Trainspotting (now