Rocket From The Crypt « The Paperclip Script

I really have let myself go with my blog, I guess it’s down to the fact we are tres busy at work now and that I have ran out of things to say generally to everyone apart from functional things and slightly mindless replies, grunts and empty agreements.
Rocket From The Crypt are an amazing band that have now split up. This video reminds me of working in Sainsburys in the bakery, having some sort of crush on one girl or another and feeling annoyed that I didn’t have enough confidence to go up to them and tell them what I thought. It also reminded me of living above the flammable launderette in Abers and getting drunk very often.
So lots of positive connections.
Don’t want to rant on about the 27th but its hard not to. I feel short of breathe and I have feel strange, might be lack of vitamins or something? Its easy to point the finger at cancer and say that something bad is happening. Have bought tickets up there, I look forward to the journey more then anything, pretending that I am someone going somewhere rather then a nobody going to be told nothing worth knowing.
Should go to bed but don’t feel like it.

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Cheesegreen – My poetry ‘Plog’

Mensa 16/11/2009

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Owe 08/11/2009

I’m going to Make you an offer. You’re going to like It. Life isn’t very good At this sort of thing. So I’ll sell you my Soul. Posted by Wordmobi

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Cyclone 04/11/2009

I walk a cyclone on a nylon lead They can be cared for really easily, Remember they will always need to feed In wind and rain and other weather fronts, Engulfing all that stands up in it’s way Trains and cars, People and wildlife too. The upkeep can be quite prohibitive If you have nowhere else to really live, The cyclone never sleeps, [...]

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Rolling 31/10/2009

Roll your tongue over the slow earth, the live earth told in slow dreams. Letter over letter, lets roll over.

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Pasta Sauce 31/10/2009

Hooray for pasta sauce, Only the stuff in a jar of course, The other stuff is poncy and grim And yes it’ll help you keep all slim, It’s not the same as the stuff in a jar This wonderful Italian ambrosiarr. Made in Norwich and bottled in Gwent? It’s the taste I love, and it’s left me spent. [...]

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Poetry Addict 31/10/2009

Hi, I’m Chris, Response: Hi Chris And I am a poetry addict. I have been clean now for three months, My head is full of facts and figures, No stanzas or trochees or sestinas. No rhymes. Just statistics. At my worst, I rhymed everything I spoke. Trying to get a point across was a joke, I couldn’t stop thinking like Dr Seuss, And soon my [...]

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Exmouth (after an argument) 31/10/2009

Why would you want to be In that weird little place by the sea. Why would you make the trek to a place that has no self respect? Why would you want to be seen In a place where better days have been Why would you make a home, In a place where they steal garden gnomes, Why would you take your gran To [...]

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Wedding Ring 28/10/2009

Took off my ring, Yet it is imprinted on my skin, Punched and branded like Cattle. You saw me do it But chose not to say anything, Although it has been a long time coming. My finger is the only part of me, that is fine.

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Services (Gordano) 28/10/2009

We’ve stopped, and our aching bodies function again, after three hours in hyperspace. Place your feet on martian aggregate. Bright white walls, candy coloured cuddly brand logos, shining in a radioactive post apocalyptic flicker. The foyer, home to sedated loney cheeseplants living next a faux-oasis in a stasis of activity. Baby changing facilities, s […]

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Effy 28/10/2009

Effy smoked Like life was ending in an hour. But it would in ten years. She didn’t seem to care as nicotenel patches adorned her arm, flat limpets on a cragging saggy rock. One night, she spontaneously combusted, leaving a pair of charred feet. And a fag butt.

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