ratcatcher

will attempt the impossible today

today is the match the could/will take us to the top of the league and the bummer thing is that live in mother england it kicks off at 3pm which is 10 am eastern states time. since the fa cup seems to be taking precedence, only setanta us will broadcast said match on delay, which equals 3pm eastern time.

so the debate is, do i monitor online or attempt to shut off all electronic thinking devices, such as phone, twit, comp, etc, for a grand total of 5 hrs ? will be difficult, but the ultimate payoff is to watch the match in what my mind will be untainted and untouched at 3pm - successfully avoiding all scores, updates and the like. a little party with myself (eewww, kinky)

is it possible to avoid all updates in an age of hyper-connectivity updatefeaux sporadic info-influx?
w/love

this shit has the "F" word in it - such is life

Like a grizzly bear opus
Like a slithering octopus
Such is your divine right
To make the most of it
Your life that is
Is like soda pop fiz
It fizzes out
after a bit
or more likely a sip
like a miserable misfit
Unless you pour more
More Of yourself
Into that tin can meaning
The tang of a divorcee’
Held together by papier-mâché
With a world of wonder
Every “why” has a wherefore
Every whore has their heart torn
So therefore we mourn
Like a teeth less chap
Who scours a map
To find his home
His home away from them
So he can breathe
And quit the tricks
The tricks in his head
Who tease him and leave
sarcastic little comments
About his golden globe dreams
-Something that dreams mean-
Enough to cause a scene
In his imagination
You’ve fist fought the best
Now take your little chance
Your fuck you to the man
Oops a Freudian slip
Curse that evil lip
The beginning to your end
Your face in the mud
the spit to your chin
To pull yourself up
To let love in
inching closer to an end
It’s rained on you before
you scream more, more, more
Nothing more than a drip
Now cut the cord
Stop sucking the nip
Spit out that shit
you've had it with this
kick out and react
reject and hit back
And cruise,………
To the bottom of this broken barrel
every "why" has a wherefore

if you tell me
what to write
I'll write
a poem
on what you tell me
so leave a
comment
after the beep
and expect a poem
by the end of the week,...

beep!

lad

why do I neglect you
Why do I forget you
In this,
Our time of need
Do you fulfill my stinging desires
Do you top off my beer
With your sinister cheats
Do you shoot missiles at my planet
Do you regret our interpretation
If so,
I’ll rename you
I’ll throw out your rubbish
In the rubbish bin
With all the other trash
I read
During my day
& in MY time of need
Will you come to me
With hate & war
Like the Clash once said
Your anglo voice
This football choice
The snow and dread
The books I’ve read
While this affair
Has whored out
Our emotions
To the masses
We suffer
By laughing gases
That tease our thoughts
And bentons insights
To a rigid spell
Over coffee &
Electronic mail
This freakin vice
Like childish tikes
Who laugh and play
On their little toy bikes
It’s all a slight
A ploy to fall
A reason to fail
When we decide
The prize to win
Is when we’ll whiff
We’ll spin around
And chuffed,
We’ll sit down
And have a laugh
And sing a song
And begin to paint
A picture of a mountain top

imagine the possibilities

so we fought a bit of wind, rain, potentially lost iPhones, & ultimately a good bit of lost footage, but the little experiment we set out to conduct yielded a quasi-faux trailer for some form of b & W movie that is yet to exist. see for yourself below-but imagine the possibilities if we didn't have 9 to 5's, did have money, time and maybe even an idea or 2 ??

The Yellow Dart from Benton Edwards on Vimeo.