Assassination of R.H.Q.H.

 The feeling, one’s head explodes (the feeling, the top of the skull will simply split, burst open)—

the feeling, one’s spinal column presses into one’s brain

To speak at a normal volume requires an effort like that necessary to speak loudly, almost like that necessary to shout—

the feeling, one falls silent—

one can no longer identify the meaning of words, one can only guess—

the use of sibilants—s, ß, tz, z, sch is absolutely unbearable

guards, visits, the yard seems to be made of celluloid—

headaches—

flashes—

sentence construction, grammar, syntax—can no longer be controlled.

That is to say: A process of inner disintegration occurs—like something being dissolved in acid, which one attempts to slow down by concentrating on resistance, but nothing can stop it

Disgusting Pervert Grossout or Trash Filth

I couldn't write my way out of a wet paperbag 

 but if I go out of my way to be supremely offensive and 'sick'

some fools are sure to buy them

Jordache

The most wonderful thing in my life is that I met you. How our love was special to us.

I loved you forever. I made mistakes.

purple stuffed dolphin

 We could go walking through a windy park
Or take a drive along the beachOr stay at home and watch TVYou see, it really doesn't matter much to me

The dream that came through a million years
That lived on through all the tears

Coming Soon - i love them and im going to keep them safe

 LP: (i) SAY NO TO/FALLING DOWN THE STAIRS/THE HONG KONG GOOLAGONG/THE SPIRIT WORLD CIRCLE JERK/T.A. DEATH/(ii) VOODOO PARTY plus CD: VOODOO PARTY 2/HOUSEWIFE/MINERS plus eight page booklet.

Must Die Records special package, autumn 2013

Simon, Roger, Jake, Ging, Nutmeg, Kate, Nigel Joseph, Ray Speedway plus guests Large Veiny Members (electronics), Calum Terras (kazoo), Lee Stokoe (loops), Kakawaka (production and mix), Laurence Brewer (voicebank), Lynne (Chaplin song), Jason Williams (sax)

 These images courtesy of Dr Steg

"all of the tearss out of the world slurr into me" - Nettle, 'Jarboe' magazine, Liverpool 1986/7.

for Edward D and Rhiannon G

Bambule

...childhood was not an unhappy one. Yet she was fatally attracted to unhappiness. When the day's lessons were over, she would often go home with other girls. In the privacy of someone's own room, with the door closed on adult interference, their cigarettes lit, she would expound to others her views on art, morals, politics, history, religion, literature...

The slide into terror can be explained by the brain illness

When writing: two lines—by the end of the second line, one cannot remember the beginning of the first—

The feeling, internal burnout—

the feeling, if one must say what’s wrong, if one wants to let it out, it’s like a rush of boiling water in the face, like, for example, boiling water that scalds forever, that disfigures—

Raging aggressiveness, for which no outlet exists. That’s the worst. Keen awareness that one cannot survive; a complete breakdown of the capacity to deal with this;

943.0435 F.S.

We were all part of something big, Steve. Something phenomenal. It is all going to come out.

You’re probably still the ‘best damn cop in New York City'