Its been a while....
Since I had sex. Oh that will be never in 35 years and 15 days or some shit like that. Makes me wonder if I am a hermaphridite like the Egyptian god(dess) not sure. Went to meet a few local hobo's yesterday and sat on the green with some Force 10. I remember when I was a kid I could drink cans of it. but after just 2 it now seems to burn my throat so I can't speak no more. Was looking at the war memorial with grafitti and piss and shit all over it and watching as the Hobo's rubbed their cracks up and down it to reach that ever burning itch and wondered if they had worms. Fucking Gross what are these people doing?
But then it all got weird. really weird. This car drive past with the hood down and as I looked closely into the car to see the driver I noticed that he/she was not a normal driver but some sort of crunchy, skin flaked weirdo with bats as as ears. Martin BatEar I thought - but not this time defo something different. It was only this morning that I hear on the news of a local incident involving a well known Bat collector and he died. The story said that he was taking one of his bats out for a ride and it came to life and bit his ear, thats when the girl carrying a lamp walked into the road, the car crashed, Batman died but the girl was no where to be seen.
Anyway straight after that I felt the creepy crawling sensation of worms all over my body - itching and scratching until finally I found it was my crack that itched the most - So I prompty looked around for the most obvious scartching implement and found myself join the que of hobo's waiting for a space on the shit stained war memorial.
Of course it could have been the copius amounts of LSD we had been consuming throughout the day.
But then it all got weird. really weird. This car drive past with the hood down and as I looked closely into the car to see the driver I noticed that he/she was not a normal driver but some sort of crunchy, skin flaked weirdo with bats as as ears. Martin BatEar I thought - but not this time defo something different. It was only this morning that I hear on the news of a local incident involving a well known Bat collector and he died. The story said that he was taking one of his bats out for a ride and it came to life and bit his ear, thats when the girl carrying a lamp walked into the road, the car crashed, Batman died but the girl was no where to be seen.
Anyway straight after that I felt the creepy crawling sensation of worms all over my body - itching and scratching until finally I found it was my crack that itched the most - So I prompty looked around for the most obvious scartching implement and found myself join the que of hobo's waiting for a space on the shit stained war memorial.
Of course it could have been the copius amounts of LSD we had been consuming throughout the day.