Chronic's house.

Sean Auld should stay away from weed.

Girls that arent reading this

20 years?

Im guessing you find Russel Brand attractive, why wouldnt you hes a pretty cool guy isnt he?

ladys never fear!

Ugly girl of the north east are you sick of the credit crunch? Because I know I am. I have found a way to help when I was Newcastle today, yes this job is almost on your door step ..... I will leave you too it.



have fun girls

Love Abraham

Night of the scum.

Tonight it was just like the night of the scum had been brought right back. It's been about a year we think since that kid killed himself at Cramlington train station so all of the scum from Blyth and Cramlington were too "just respetin an that ya na." 

They are fucking retarded. All of them. It's a monday night they were all very drunk, one set my hat on fire(not while it was on my head) and one tried to sexually assault Arthur. The one who went for Arthur looked similar to the image above. 

Search no further

ive found the picture for the top of our page abraham, if it needs replacing why not use this picture?

Celibacy 2

My constant erection has caused trouble sleeping, but all in all its still easy, where the fuck is double-stuffed these days?

New logo

Currently I am in the middle of drawing a new logo for the blog because let’s face it, half you people reading this don’t have a clue who that is at the top do you. To occupy you till then here.....

As a person he scores very low and I have taken marks off for his foul mouth, his filthy cloths and the fact he was crying. There’s no point in crying it’s too late I have posted now and it’s not good. I give him three and a half Agyness Deyns out of 10 and I’m being nice.

Love Abraham

Writers Cafe

William J Rimbaud now has an account on Writers cafe where you can find new pieces of writing

Read My Writing at WritersCafe.org

Derangement of the sense.

I've discovered that if I only sleep two hours a day I get crazy paranoia. I can't relax jump at every noise and run away from shadows. I feel like a four year old that has been left in the house. I'm currently listen to Bob Dylan albums back to back in order... I started at 'Bob Dylan' I'm now on 'Blonde on Blonde'. Also I decided to use death clock earlier and have been able to hear and see vital seconds of my life tick away. There are no realistic death clocks I discovered as all of them saw me living to my fifties. They also seemed to be effected by nothing but whether or not I smoke or not which is pointless as it's a fact that I am immune to cancer. I might stop listening to Dylan when I get to 'Nashville Skyline' although that will be a huge anti-climax.

A man watched
dog buried
tear dropped


Don't really 'get' Haiku's but I might start writing them.

celibacy

basically i watched an awful movie where some man went celibate because he was a faggot and got bored of being on the pull. It can be as hard as he made out so im going to give it a go.

Today.

I was told an amusing story about the boy above. Basically he killed a cat with a bottle not to unsimilar to the one he is holding in the picture, he killed this cat basically through the sheer force that he put into the throw. The cat was killed instantly.

I was also told a interesting anicdote by Liam, he was in a zoo in Spain where he saw a bear in a cage. This cage was a cage that you would expect to see in a old fasioned jail and this bear kept on attacking people through the cage and was then electric shocked till brain damaged.

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Fashion Tip #6

All of you striving for perfection need to realise one thing McDonalds is not your friend.


Don't get drawn in by their fucking gimmicks like that fucking monopoly thing me and Chronic ate there everyday for a month and didn't even win a house or any of the other shitty little prizes. I was sick ten times for nothing...Although that was a blessing in disguise. Which brings me to my next topic. Bulimia is not a disease I'm not trying to suggest you should make yourself sick after meals but it really didn't ever hurt anyone. You can not be addicted to putting your fingers down your throat thats like saying you're addicted to poking you're self in the eye. Which makes me wonder which eating disorder will be in fashion this year (anorexia, is ABD by anyone who cares about fashion). 2009 is a scary place for all of us striving for perfection until I get back on this keep up with the plain anorexia. Just remember that just like some diets need to start

some need to end

William J. Rimbaud

William J. Rimbaud is starting work on his first book soon which he hopes to have finished before the end of the year. It is a working progress and over the next few months I will be helping him edit and select his best poems. He plans to name it 'If this is Love then I'm Fucking Proud of it' but this is a working title. I am trying to set-up an interview with him in the next couple of days and we will keep you posted on his progress with his book.

Similar?

Can you see the similarities?

I can.

The Horrors of Huddersfield.

He father beat her into a fit. Her mother watched with uncaring eyes. Lit a cigarette. Baby cries she puts out the cigarette on the child's forehead in anger. He slams the door leaves the baby in the cupboard. Her skin in lumps from unhealed fractures. All she hears is her father fucking her mother viscously. Too young to understand. Door flies open she's dragged out by her hair. Taken to the table. Uncut and barely cooked chicken is thrown down in front of her. Her mother lights another cigarette. Her father pours himself a glass of grouse. She can't chew the chicken she has no teeth. Her fathers face reddens with anger calls her an ungrateful whore just like her mother and throws her from the table. She blacks out. Wakes up can't tell the difference. She's in the cupboard. 1 year old already knows too much to cry. She goes to sleep for the last time.

William J. Rimbaud.

William S. Burroughs

William S. Burroughs is possibly my favourite author I love everything he writes. After failing to find a copy of 'The Wild Boys' I decided the next best thing would be to listen to him read it to me. (Unfortunately this is not the whole book)

Taboo Sex.

Standing above the dancing youths on the club balcony he chooses his victim he notices a group of girls alone with no male. He picks out the skinniest and moves in. After an hour or so he's at the table telling jokes and buying drinks. Four large vodka's later he drags her to the toilet she's up for it and he fills her cunt with his cock. She screams with pleasure and pain and they come together. He turns her around and bends her over and pushes his cock into her tight arsehole, screaming with the effort. When he's finished her pulls out and comes all over her face smearing her make-up into a twisted parody of the girl that was dancing just a few hours earlier. She's panting for breath and is trying to gather the energy to complain when he pulls a knife out of his belt and gouges a hole out of her side and plunges his cock deep inside of her flesh she thinks to complain then stops as she begins to enjoy the feeling of his cock stabbing into her kidney's. Semen and blood are dripping from her wound but still he forces his cock ever deeper rupturing organs with each thrust. Finally the last of the blood drains out of her and she falls lifeless off the end of his still erect penis. He picks her up by the hair and gouges out an eyeball with a dirty bloody fingernail and drops the hole onto his cock for another round of violent thrusting. By the time her friends realised something was amiss and went to the toilet to investigate he was still thrusting away but all that was left of her was skin and hair.

William J. Rimbaud.

Adam Green.

http://thelakeroom.com/blogge/
That link above was sent to me a few days ago, it's epic.

He's brilliant.

Here's a link to one of his songs.

http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=GnSvrnoKiYA

Yeahh.

Today i was asked to go out, the weather was crazy windy but we persevered and continued but people were slamming everywhere. Then after one the people we were out with cleverly decided to go home it was my turn to slam and fucked my thumb doing so.

I blame the winter.

I also got stoked on a band called The Penguin Cafe Orchestra.

Slack.

On Thursday i claimed that i would start posting a day to day blog of life but since i went to my Father's house on friday i didn't really have use of the internet and even if i did i would have nothing interesting to say about friday at all.

But today i watched a one of my favorite skateboarding sections again and then realised i couldn't go out. Not stoked.

http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=6ODSTWu8SSo  There's the link to it, get stoked.

Also whilst i was lurcking across flickr the other month i came across this man    http://www.flickr.com/photos/brettwalker/   

I love those photos.

Im annoyed

Right this is fucking annoying me, how quick was the press and the nation to jump on the back of joey barton after he was charged with assault? saying he should be banned for life and made an example of.

low and behold the golden boy of football glasses a dj in the face and suddenly hes the victim, fuck that, i hope hes charged with affray, GBH and assault with a deadly weapon. Although joey barton had a more colourful past the scale of the assault is much higher.

Fuck him, start feeling sorry for the dj who will be the victim of hate when this scouse cunt goes down.

Unrequited love

Panting with one hand in his pants and the other covering his eye's holding back the tears... She walks past her _____, she smiles unaware of the disease it brings to his tortured soul... He bites his tongue hoping no-one can hear his pitiful whimpering knowing boys shouldn't cry... She thinks of him every now and then wondering what's behind his sad eyes, tells her self it doesn't concern her... He can control him self no longer cum sprays the inside of his pants and he can no longer control the tears... They found her in the Tyne, he'd bashed in her head... They found him in his cupboard her name on his arm.

William J. Rimbaud.

Irish Tea.

It's nice. Then it starts to get cold. Then I gag with every mouthful. Now I can't remember why I started drinking. I'm sure it was important...
Maybe I should get a job? I'm probably too shy.
There must be a brighter side to life?

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow instead of just posting occasional shit i have decided to blog everyday life. 
There may also be photographs depending on how slack i am. 

Right here is a interview with a Chap from school. Enjoy.

ethan says:

WOW SURE

Me says:uc

Right well lets start with the basics.

What's your name age ect?

ethan says:

hmm i want to have cool name

Me. says:

Go for it, what's the coolest one you could have?

ethan says:

Derek Zoolander

Me. says:

Nice one. 

Any reasons other than coolness for that name?

ethan says:

Its a pretty enteraining film

Me. says:

I would agree. 

Anyway since we want to keep this interesting, what's your music taste other than Morrissey?

ethan says:

bit of post punk music and indie is always good and trance its all about the trance.

Me. says:

So is the trance up there because of your former obsessive gaming?

ethan says:

na i never really liked games just had nothing better to do and let me listen to music without feeling the need to skip tracks

Me. says:

I see. 

Is there anything you would really like to talk about?

ethan says:

yes the fear of not dying any time soon

Me. says:

The fear of not dying?

ethan says:

yes the fear of in 20 years i might actually still be alive

ethan says:

just as miserable as i am now

Me. says:

Ah, i see.

I know a few people who seem to think like that, do you think it's becoming "cool"?

Or is life in this day and age really that shit?

ethan says:

people are finding it cool i guess, no matter what generation you where born into you are still going to  find it shit

Me. says:

That's pretty gay.

Yeah of course but every generation seems to think they have it worst, but when you actually compare life now to life maybe 50 years ago we have it much better off.  In terms of technology, health care, cheap food/drink, and you don't have to work hard to get any of this.

ethan says:

thats very true but now things like education is alot different one is expected to go to sixth form and university when one time it was easier to get a job to work your way up now people who hated school feel the need they have to carry on in education to make a decent amount of money

Me. says:

That's a fair point, and now people will need the go even further and get degrees because of the fact that the age of compulsory education is being raised to 18.

And you don't even need to work for money, thanks to labour's brilliant government anybody in the entire country can get benifits to live.

ethan says:

its not alot of money, people on the dole would be lazy even if there was no welfare.

ethan says:

i'd rather a labour goverment than a conservative

Me. says:

Yeah but what i'm saying is maybe you wouldn't be so unhappy if you had to live on the bare minimun.

Very trure. Fuck Cameron.

ethan says:

i dislike cameron, but saying that now a days there isnt alot in it.  Labour and Conseveratives are very simliar

ethan says:

labour was always for the working man and conseverative for middle class but now there isnt much difference between the two

Me. says:

That's true, it's one of the biggeset reason for a decilne in turnout in elections and party memberships.

Me. says:

But i would have Brown over Thatcher any day.

ethan says:

exactly

ethan says:

but that is a problem

ethan says:

our generation

ethan says:

wernt around for thatcher

ethan says:

i learnt everything i know from my parents so i very much againest consevertive but not everyone has and because of the credit crunch cameron will proberly come into power

ethan says:

but he shouldnt as we havent heard from him in months

ethan says:

and what he should be doing is saying what brown is doing wrong

ethan says:

on every tv and radio show

ethan says:

makes me think that he cant do a better job but people will vote for the change

Me.says:

EXACTLY.

Brown is making it known that he's trying to fix things even if it's not working. And i doubt that Cameron CAN do a better job but he'll try and yes he most likely will get into power but not for policy just for change.

ethan says:

hes done well

ethan says:

anyone else would have done the same

ethan says:

but it can ruin people, like blair people hate him because he went to iraq but before that he was one of the best primemisters we have ever had even more so for the working man

ethan says:

raised minimum wage etc

Me. says:

I liked blair but Iraq was wrong.

I also rate Brown, i actually belive he should be given a chance. 

ethan says:

iraq was wrong

ethan says:

but it was all bush

ethan says:

if blair had of said no

Me. Leary. says:

It was all oil.

ethan says:

would we still be allied with america?

Me. Leary. says:

No of course not, that will be our downfall. We side with america instead of Europe.

ethan says:

anyway  im going to revise for this sociology exam tomorrow as i always forget the names and long words

Me. says:

Nice one. Thank you.

ethan says:

cya.

Alcohol

Big and clever?

story

He stands staring into eternity, the abyss of his heart. Three times the cock crows and Peter weeps. He never believed it till it happened... My head burns and shakes, I need a fix... Peter drags a knife a cross his wrist and begs for forgiveness... He said my pain was for my sins what does he know... I go to the doctor he prescribed me a bottle...it was Gin. Blood pours from his wrists and he cries for all he has done...The bottle is empty it ain't worth a damn. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder they say hate is the only thing in my eye... Life ebbs out of him he continues to beg and whimper the priest condemns him, says it's too late.

William J. Rimbaud

Coffee.

I finally found out how much coffee is too much in one cup today. I filled the cup just under halfway with coffee beans. It didn't go well. It's really thick and has the texture of mud. I'm going to have another 6 cups or so before I try to sleep though I hear it makes you dream fast.

P.s. It's cold now aswell.....

Barack.

People are all stoked on Barack Obama in my government ploitics class and i sit there thinkng well does that mean they also support Labour? No. Do they fuck. They all love David Cameron and Barack. Obviously as the photo above shows Barack is "cool" but that doesn't mean that you have to support his political views and then because we don't have to live with him claim to support David (just call me dave) Cameron. Basically people who took Government and politics haven't got a fucking clue about any of it. Now saying that i'm not claiming to know everything about it because i don't but i don't pretend to either. It makes you wonder why they actually like Barack Obama doesn't it? As everybody seems to hate smoking and don't know his policys, so what reason is it?

I'll let you work it out.
As a note Barack Obama has now quit smoking.

Dylan Cover

I didn't think I could like this band any more than I already did until I found this. Get Stoked.

Happy New Year.

Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it 'Chops'
because that was the name of his dog
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts
That was the year Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed alot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X's
and he had to ask his father what the X's meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it.

Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it 'Autumn'
because that was the name of the season
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of its new paint
And the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed alot
And his father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad
when he cried for him to do it.

Once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
And he called it 'Innocence: A Question'
because that was the question about his girl
And that's what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A
and a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because he never showed her
That was the year Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end
of the Apostle's Creed went
And he caught his sister
making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
or even talked
And the girl around the corner
wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed her anyway
because that was the thing to do
And at 3am he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly.

That's why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
And he called it 'Absolutely Nothing'
Because that's what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn't think
he could reach the kitchen.

Osoanon Nimuss