Infected Mushroom
Bluelighter
Martin went to that new burger bar last night, just sat there twiddling his warted thumbs round a rotten gherkin. "It was good Adam, you really missed out on the sesame seeds this time.." resonance in his voice bringing back memory floods of rusting cans and broken condoms. Reminds me of the good old days, me, Chris Allen, myself, Chris and I used to play "trooper trooper" cricket bat wrestling in dated wet-suits.. slept in a subway like it once, graffetied walls denouncing the whores of our past. "Go on Chris, try the orange, spray IDST".. print, PRINT my printer doesn't fucking work. "Thanks a lot, here, take a couple of fags.." Sneered Martin as he greedily snatched the burger. Was it in contempt that he threw the embassy cigarettes at young Asian youth behind the counter? It doesn't matter, they missed and landed sweetly in the deep fat fryer.. deep burning amber like the orange streets outside, empty save the blowing leaves, anything can happen at Christmas.. Sat at home banging his head against the wall last year, the residue from his ears splashing up the window in an innocent painting of 'such' or rather use hands. Have a bath and wash it all away only to wake up screaming "I don't think I can handle this, think I'm gonna be sick.." Piers stamping on drunken hippies head whilst Jay sniffs it all away "Stop it, STOP IT!" It'll never stop kids, these chemical waterfalls are washing clean the world.. bleaching the wounds of a sedated nation. Sniff it down, choke back the years though we're retching grissled burger sauce, can't eat alone, cut the mustard either yellow turd.. no sense now.. can't talk.. please reply though I can still read..
