NormWhite and Black
What is it that could make someone feel right at home in a concrete jungle gymnasium? Do their callisthenics in an ordinary plastic one, bend over in front of some lycra beefcakes and atrophied lives on the treadmill, then exclaim “Fuck that hurt”. Modern methods in misanthropy are cause for multiple miseries. In any era, certain types are susceptible to spells of sombreness. It’s often caused by a compound of fractious factors and flailing in the face of failing familiarities and fractured fragilities. Rugs with too much refuse refuse to be ready for relaxing. Misery is life’s prevailing westerly wind. Nobody knows where the winds will wail from next. Wound by the wind, answers blow in the mind and the smalls suffer most from being left out in it. Sheltering behind mirth is a most effective means of maintaining manageable merriment when the rope of life is in lots of knots. Maladroit masticators and maudlin medicators are seriously sickly and seethe at self’s silliness. Poking pleasure at our own predicament plants pickings of piquancy for others palette. Nothing is more seriously side-splitting than human dignity. Life is ludicrous; there is a place for gloom and glee. Misery and Mirth: opposite.
Fluctuating fully in the flatulence of my festering flurries ... f(ph)ew! (Fitful ...
Fafif ...
Consumption Malfunction
Equal and Opposite
Arses and Elbows
Footy Power
drinking to you in a perpetual motion machine.
Raisin toast to you.
Fits and starts.
Stiffs and farts.
Norm, benign and lumpy.
Ars Poetica
life can be like that sometimes, carnt it Norm...
~Lily
Consumption Malfunction
Equal and Opposite
Arses and Elbows
Footy Power
this swan wars for ewe.
Whiteness.
Norm.
Ars Poetica
~Lily of the Misery Guts Church