London Burns' Again.

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London Burns Again

London burns again.

In the ashes children play.

In the husks are games of hide and seek,

between the Blue guys and the Bloods.

The Sikh’s cry out for peace and calm.

The Turks take batons to the edge of war.

The innocent sit and shake their heads;

Oh it is a crying shame, London Burns again.

London burns again,

Yet no one wonders why.

The children own the alley backs

And throw fireballs at the Swine.

Their looting on the streets

and taking the Blackberry vines.

Word on the berry-vine leads them all

And suffering follows in their wake.

They’re taking things they can’t afford.

Is greed the answer why?

The innocent lives lost suffer their cause.

Oh it is a crying shame that London burns again.

What Brother?

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As I type this, my brother (the favourite) is currently visiting my parents. Im about to be demoted to the black sheep again (for the next two weeks) until his next visit (Next two months).

"Oh, how much weight have you lost?"

"Oh, dont you look perfect!"

"Oh, how amazing are you at your job!"

"Oh, how brilliant you are!"

Etc. Etc. Etc.

When he "forgets" to keep his promise and phone and call around and keep in touch, they will be cursing his name again. I will once again be the shining beacon of standard.

Until then though, two weeks of unfetted misery by comparison.

This is the best case for trash-DNA dumping I have even witnessed: myself being the trashcan.

My (FuckedUp) Imagination

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So I had this dream last night. Two of them infact. The first being about my sisters long-dead dog (Khan) - it was thanksgiving (keep in mind im british, we dont celebrate that) and we had no turkey or duck!
In order to save money, my sister suggested we eat her dog as it was already dead. I said to her "But didnt you bury him?"
"No," she replied "He is lying right here" and pulled back a sheet that was lying on the floor of her kitchen.

He lay there, skinned, his eyes hollow, his tongue unfurlled on the floor with flies buzzing around his pink body.
I was absolutely disgusted and shockingly (in my dream) I was the only one.
The dream switched to us all sitting at a neatly laid table. He lay in the middle on a huge silver platter and slices of him were on all of our plates. I kept thinking 'But he died of disease, I cant eat him!' and then I got really sad and started to cry because he was such a good dog, he didnt deserve this.
Through my tears I carved a section from the meat on my plate, put it in my mouth and began to chew. It tasted like mold.

The dream switched. Suddenly, there is a duck in my car and I am amazingly annoyed. Why? Because this duck doesnt speak english but wants to learn!
I tried to teach him but it was no good and we were driving around trying to find him a nice college that had a course that taught ducks English.

I then woke up.

Family Din-Dins

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Cooking for 8 people people has never been so joyless. Family dinner tomorrow - sisters gonna use this time to sneak a sip of my fathers medication.

The look on her face when she realizes ive replaced it with laxative liquid is going to be priceless.

On another note, ive given up on trying to be slightly happy.

Cant change me. Cant change my life. Cant change anything - why try to be happy?

Might as well bring the world down with me. Wait until the big PTB decides to put this one out his misery.