sea cucumbers, with watery voices, hearing electrical vices. God.
I know the real name. I'm about to reveal yahweh name;
Mum and Dad took me out, we stopped for fish and chips, I wanted to check out the Mod Art Gallery, with pretty much, 'crap' (although, my latest try for a interim show, where anyone can visit and we can sell, has a neon blue, painted over with pink arcylic, and then, gouache white, face of a Hindu god, is; crap) painted pictures of muddy faceless, modsters in parkas, we were at the sea-side...
"You know we were told 'our' Grandad is Jewish, we found out, we're the blood of Pirates!"
There, went my daily, drunken, action poetry...I was already drunk, fighting with passing cars...I walked out over the sand, and squealed at the water coming in, I've always hated beaches, the sand getting everywhere...and, I'm treating my sister-hood with a jewish girl, asan damn idiot, Pirate personality, crying out things, does she agree? that are totally nuts.Pirate blood has been resurfacing continually, last night, I sat at the dinner table, and said;
2o Ingots. I didn't know if this was prostitution or not.
"Little woman! We want some drinks here!" and when it goes wrong, I snarl...
I mean; I ask the Jewish girl if she agrees, that, something not vey peaceful;
and I growl, I realise that; West County side
we growl, we growl very much. I own the seas!
"Jewish girl, look at this white bled! (a family amn driving his car past me...I own the road)...shouting, tapping my feet..."Yer ken, ya wan' it!!! Middle class thanger..."
"They fucking hang, they think they're sweet...Can we fight this white sick? We are going to cry they're red, because they think only of self, they hate lover"
"What do you think of the brotherhood? they fucking hang! If you want light, we'll fire the Fed! They are fucking dead!"
"Whadda think of this? That shit said I'm twonk, and I'm ready to fight..."
"This is Jolly! I'm out in the fight!"
That horrid gruff laugh. Just like Grandad.
"Jewish girl we'll fry the Fed! This fucking white lie, has Arab dead..."
"They wan'it," "We'll fight the red, til we die...these middle class pricks,"