#England #LandRover (at Stanborough Park)
Cue the lights, cue the lasers, Cue the drinks and horny ravers,
Queue for drinks, spend, Drink, queue for drinks, spend.
Money’s gone now home again, *This* night hasn’t reached an end.
Through the cupboards, let’s comfort eat, All the calories, I need a treat!
Stumble loudly through the house, Fuck it! S’not like you’re a mouse.
Parent’s hardly like’ to care, during the day you’re barely there.
Out with mates, round Kate’s? Why not!? She’s rich, the pool, it’s a date.
Off to uni, oh great, first year. Quick, drink more, we’re finally here!
These exams are easy, right? Ooh, last night’s dinner, I’ll have a bite.
Pass the first and scrape the next, With a headache you can hardly read the text.
All done? 2:1. Well done! You know, You’re screwed here comes the real-life show.
Shit job, shit pay, shit hours, shit life, Next thing HA! You’ll need a wife.
Kids, a mortgage, you’ve got ‘em all, but it’s not like the games you played in school.
The aim, it seems, to breed but why? I know I hardly had to try!
You’d think they’d teach us better when, We go make the same mistakes as them.
Boom and bust then boom then bust, repeated with near on frightful lust.
At the top, greed and selfishness and the bottom? Blissful ignorance!
Isn’t it odd we can’t stop and think, And all over a nice *casual* drink.
So when the dusty cogs in your head start turning, Come on, you can do it, actual learning!
The cliché stands, read between the lines, ‘Cause you don’t know what was in the authors mind.
Now what was it Charles Darwin said? Oops, too late, it would appear… you’re dead.
I want to go to sleep and never wake up. — JBBoding
For the guy from Ohio.
Mind is confusing.
Don’t judge me.
CoW 0014 - Pigeon of Hatred (06/05/2011)
Inspiration: How my weekend is likely to go.
CoW 0013 - Mousey
I thought I’d better start giving out the goods (or bads) since there’s a new person to please now. Yeah, that’s you Maddie. Long time no contact whatsoever, so here’s a start. I hope it sums up everything that’s happened for me since Rye.
Please follow this guy. The drawings speak for themselves.
[For some thoughtful background music, please listen to Phil Collins - Can’t turn back the years OR Bruce Hornsby - The way it is]
I thought I’d talk about something quite meaningful and ultimately boring to anyone that isn’t me. For those who aren’t me or otherwise similar, you may peruse the absolutely horrific drawing of the dog whilst I go on about…
How I’ve had such a wonderful time just being in contact with people. For the first time since people left to Uni, I’ve realised there is nothing holding me back from doing exactly whatever the hell I want. I have a car and money to put petrol in the tank. I can go anywhere, meet anyone and enjoy it to it’s upmost while I’m still young and free from a crippling lorry related injury. A simple text or BookOfFace message can put a smile on my face, crush conscientiousness into oblivion, make or break friendships, form the beginning of epic holidays to camp sites just outside Newquay that specialise in providing for drunken messes.
To all those people that make me smile, make me laugh, make me cry, cringe, writhe in agony or scream with anger or just do strange things to my heart: Thank fuck you exist.