Basketball

Three people are playing basketball on a hot day. They stop playing and go to a restaurant (just a cheap place.. not gourmet..), where a man on the next table stops leans over and asks "were you the guys playing basketball earlier on?".

They answer to the affirmative.

The man looks pensive and begins to splutter a bit, then more. The three people seem alarmed and glance at each other. The man begins to deeply cough and wretch. The three begin to ask around for help, shouting to the waiting staff for water.

The man's neck bulges, large and spherically. His jaw dislocates and he regurgitates a basketball.

After that it doesn't really matter what happens. They've probably seen it all, after that.

Don't don't care

The absolute worst thing to happen to a person/group is not caring about anything.
Not in like a 'punk' way. Hating things still has passion attached.

I mean.. Literally not caring either way.

When that happens, you get stuff like rubbish music, rubbish conversation, rubbish lives.

But who cares, right?!..

Not me..

Colonel Gaddafi .vs. Colonel Sanders in a mud-wrestling match. Who would win?

3D FILM

"Do you like films in 3D?"

"It just causes headache and distraction."

Everybody is trying to be a little artist.

Mr. & Mrs. Perfect were found dead today.

He slides it into your eye, the paperclip.
You ask him why.


You think it's an act of barbarism.
It's anything but.


You see more with this metal in your eye than you ever used to.

Is that ironic?

Irony.is.for.cunts.

Is that ironic?

I don't know, any more.

As my eyes cloud over in red, I see more.

I see a desperate lyricist, deriving his meaning from acts of ultraviolence.

I see a big, swollen metaphor. Bursting with just how shit it is.

I vomit.
I vomit because vomiting is a base and emotive thing to do.

This time I actually vomit.
It tastes of the carrot I just ate.

Your pizza is out of date.


Abort it and start again.