I’’ve put on my suit of terminal armour, I’m stagediving Into The Extras from Braveheart screaming ‘Long Live England’ with a fistful of Mel Gibson’s hair extensions in one hand and a giant rubber dildo in the other. It’s only in these sorts of situations that it dawns on me ‘Willpower is arbitrary’.
“If he were here he'd consume the English with fireballs from his eyes and bolts of lightning from his arse”- Mel
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As you fall towards wooden blades and sweaty toothed creative anachronists, time slows rapidly, quickening into a medium format production still of a man who appears to be breakdancing on sword tips. Time keeps on moving forward though- but there’s a rare lurching of the cosmic mechanisms, and my psyche lurches like big ben when the pendulum drops, 2000 pound gears grinding against iron ratchets and dusty springs uncoiling.
For that bump, I forget and act on instinct, tumbling in the hands of the gods, and wake up a different man.
The man I used to be skipped town , on a flaming horse, with the most expensive prostitute in the town’s one room brothel. The Man I used to be yehaws while she chirps and giggles. The Horse has never felt so fierce.
That man reminds me that I am childish and severe. I would send my men after him, but they are drunken and fat now. I know better than to follow the man I used to be, he is running his own errand.
So I remain, and run my township as if it were a British telethon- punishing, and banal. When the space shuttle Challenger exploded on the class television set in 1986 it celebrated the climax of Sharon Christa McAullife’s frst and last earth shattering orgasm.
“McAuliffe had been born on September 2, 1948, the oldest child of Edward and Grace Corrigan. Her father was at that time completing his sophomore year at Boston College, but not long thereafter he took a job as an assistant comptroller in a Boston department store and the family moved to the Boston suburb of Framingham. As a youth she registered excitement over the Apollo moon landing program, and wrote years later on her astronaut application form that "I watched the Space Age being born and I would like to participate."”
-NASA
“If he were here he'd consume the English with fireballs from his eyes and bolts of lightning from his arse”- Mel
‘
As you fall towards wooden blades and sweaty toothed creative anachronists, time slows rapidly, quickening into a medium format production still of a man who appears to be breakdancing on sword tips. Time keeps on moving forward though- but there’s a rare lurching of the cosmic mechanisms, and my psyche lurches like big ben when the pendulum drops, 2000 pound gears grinding against iron ratchets and dusty springs uncoiling.
For that bump, I forget and act on instinct, tumbling in the hands of the gods, and wake up a different man.
The man I used to be skipped town , on a flaming horse, with the most expensive prostitute in the town’s one room brothel. The Man I used to be yehaws while she chirps and giggles. The Horse has never felt so fierce.
That man reminds me that I am childish and severe. I would send my men after him, but they are drunken and fat now. I know better than to follow the man I used to be, he is running his own errand.
So I remain, and run my township as if it were a British telethon- punishing, and banal. When the space shuttle Challenger exploded on the class television set in 1986 it celebrated the climax of Sharon Christa McAullife’s frst and last earth shattering orgasm.
“McAuliffe had been born on September 2, 1948, the oldest child of Edward and Grace Corrigan. Her father was at that time completing his sophomore year at Boston College, but not long thereafter he took a job as an assistant comptroller in a Boston department store and the family moved to the Boston suburb of Framingham. As a youth she registered excitement over the Apollo moon landing program, and wrote years later on her astronaut application form that "I watched the Space Age being born and I would like to participate."”
-NASA
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