Core
15.9.11
William Clay (Billy)
This man has lived quite an extraordinary life. Though it would be rude to identify his age, or age group, he may portray the body of an 80 year old something, but has the characteristics of a 20 year old so and so. Was born in Southern Australia Melbourne and traveled to Eastern Australian for love, lived life care free and doing things that are only left to the imagination, and marrying a lovely lady Mrs Clay, who is a librarian to Wycliffe Christian School.I had the great pleasure of talking to this man, just breezed pass his magnificent creation of a train board. In doing so, i found that Mr. William is one of the most extraordinary people i have ever met. He isn't aware of his the significant impact he has made upon me and my life. He has changed my views towards everything. He is one man I will forget in this life time nor the next.
14.9.11
The Eye Opener.
Bruce Dawe
Blink, blink. HOSPITAL. SILENCE.
Ten days old, carried in the front door in his
mother's arms, first thing he heard was
Bobby Dazzler on Channel 7:
Hello, hello hello all you lucky people and he
really was lucky because it didn't mean a thing
to him then...
A year or two to settle in and
get acquainted with the set-up; like every other
well-equipped smoothly-run household, his included
one economy-size Mum, one Anthony Squires-
Coolstream-Summerweight Dad, along with two other kids
straight off the Junior Department rack.
When Mom won the
Luck's-A-Fortch Tricky-Tune Quiz she took him shopping
in the good-as-new station-wagon (£ 495 dep. at Reno's).
Beep, beep. WALK. DON'T WALK. TURN
LEFT. NO PARKING. WAIT HERE. NO
SMOKING. KEEP CLEAR/OUT/OFF GRASS. NO
BREATHING EXCEPT BY ORDER. BEWARE OF
THIS. WATCH OUT FOR THAT. My God (beep)
the congestion here just gets (beep)
worse every day, now what the (beep beep) does
that idiot think he's doing (beep beep and BEEP).
However, what he enjoyed most of all was when they
went to the late show at the local drive-in, on a clear night
and he could see (beyond the fifty-foot screen where
giant faces forever snarled screamed or make
incomprehensible and monstrous love) a pure
unadulterated fringe of sky, littered with stars
no-one had got around to fixing up yet: he'd watch them
circling about in luminous groups like kids at the circus
who never go quite close enough to the elephant to get kicked.
Anyway, pretty soon he was old enough to be
realistic like every other godless
money-hungry back-stabbing miserable
so-and-so, and then it was goodbye stars and the soft
cry in the corner when no-one was looking because
I'm telling you straight, Jim, it's Number One every time
for this chicken, hit wherever you see a head and
kick whoever's down, well thanks for a lovely
evening Clare, it's good to get away from it all
once in a while, I mean it's a real battle all the way
and a man can't help but feel a little soiled, himself,
at times, you know what I mean?
Now take it easy
on those curves, Alice, for God's sake,
I've had enough for one night, with that Clare Jessup,
hey, ease up, will you, watch it --
Probity & Sons, Morticians,
did a really first-class job on his face
(everyone was very pleased) even adding a
healthy tan he'd never had, living, gave him back for keeps
the old automatic smile with nothing behind it,
winding the whole show up with a
nice ride out to the underground metropolis
permanent residentials, no parking tickets, no taximeters
ticking, no Bobby Dazzlers here, no down payments,
nobody grieving over halitosis
flat feet, shrinking gums, falling hair.
Six feet down nobody interested.
Blink, blink. CEMETERY. Silence.
Bruce Dawe
Blink, blink. HOSPITAL. SILENCE.
Ten days old, carried in the front door in his
mother's arms, first thing he heard was
Bobby Dazzler on Channel 7:
Hello, hello hello all you lucky people and he
really was lucky because it didn't mean a thing
to him then...
A year or two to settle in and
get acquainted with the set-up; like every other
well-equipped smoothly-run household, his included
one economy-size Mum, one Anthony Squires-
Coolstream-Summerweight Dad, along with two other kids
straight off the Junior Department rack.
When Mom won the
Luck's-A-Fortch Tricky-Tune Quiz she took him shopping
in the good-as-new station-wagon (£ 495 dep. at Reno's).
Beep, beep. WALK. DON'T WALK. TURN
LEFT. NO PARKING. WAIT HERE. NO
SMOKING. KEEP CLEAR/OUT/OFF GRASS. NO
BREATHING EXCEPT BY ORDER. BEWARE OF
THIS. WATCH OUT FOR THAT. My God (beep)
the congestion here just gets (beep)
worse every day, now what the (beep beep) does
that idiot think he's doing (beep beep and BEEP).
However, what he enjoyed most of all was when they
went to the late show at the local drive-in, on a clear night
and he could see (beyond the fifty-foot screen where
giant faces forever snarled screamed or make
incomprehensible and monstrous love) a pure
unadulterated fringe of sky, littered with stars
no-one had got around to fixing up yet: he'd watch them
circling about in luminous groups like kids at the circus
who never go quite close enough to the elephant to get kicked.
Anyway, pretty soon he was old enough to be
realistic like every other godless
money-hungry back-stabbing miserable
so-and-so, and then it was goodbye stars and the soft
cry in the corner when no-one was looking because
I'm telling you straight, Jim, it's Number One every time
for this chicken, hit wherever you see a head and
kick whoever's down, well thanks for a lovely
evening Clare, it's good to get away from it all
once in a while, I mean it's a real battle all the way
and a man can't help but feel a little soiled, himself,
at times, you know what I mean?
Now take it easy
on those curves, Alice, for God's sake,
I've had enough for one night, with that Clare Jessup,
hey, ease up, will you, watch it --
Probity & Sons, Morticians,
did a really first-class job on his face
(everyone was very pleased) even adding a
healthy tan he'd never had, living, gave him back for keeps
the old automatic smile with nothing behind it,
winding the whole show up with a
nice ride out to the underground metropolis
permanent residentials, no parking tickets, no taximeters
ticking, no Bobby Dazzlers here, no down payments,
nobody grieving over halitosis
flat feet, shrinking gums, falling hair.
Six feet down nobody interested.
Blink, blink. CEMETERY. Silence.
http://beerandcoffee.net/peru-el-tren/
Babble.
the beauty of.
sitting there, thinking of what the future brings. I see a glorius amount of beach, sand, bikes, people, thinking, dreaming and wonderful conversations. places, travel, riding in the back of my future car peoples i will call friends. The lovelyness that is yet to come. Then i stop and look down, i see a paper of places and hear the teacher roaring on about nothingness.
7.9.11
VICIOUS
"I'll die when im 25, and when I do I would have lived the way I wanted to." - Sid Vicious
Sid was born in 1957 - Britain. He was the symbol of punk rock. He began his musical career in 1976 as a member in the band called - In the Flowers of Romance In Febuary 1977 he joined band called The Sex Pistols being the bass player. In that same year Vicious was introduced to the 'lovely' Nancy Spungen a well known heroin addict in New York. The two immediately began a violent, love relationship. It wasn't long after this relationship took effect on the band. Tension took place within the group, until they finally split on the 14th of January 1978. Still the two were madly inlove and continued their relationship. On the morning of October 1978 Vicious had woken from a drug stupor to find Nancy dead on the bathroom floor of their room in the Chelsea Hotel, Manhattan, New York. She had suffered a single stab wound to her stomach and bleed to death. On the 22nd of November in 1978 Vicious was arrested and charged for the murder of Spungen. Vicious had given multiple stories of what happened that night. Vicious was released after his mother paid the $50,000 to bail him out. 10 days after Spungen's death, Vicious attempted suicide by slicing his wrists.
Interviewer: "Where would you like to be?"
Vicious: " Under the ground."
February 1st 1979 when Sid Vicious died from an overdoes of heroin, believed to have been bought by his mother. A poem about Spungen was found in his pocket;
"You were my
little baby girl and i shared all
your fears such joy
to hold you in my
arms and kiss away
your tears but now
you're gone and there's
only pain and nothing
I can do and i don't
want to live this life if I can't live it
for you To my beautiful
baby girl Our love will
never die"
- Sid Vicious
It wasn't until 3 days after Vicious's funeral that his mother found his suicide note in the left pocket of his jacket.
"WE HAD A DEATH PACT I HAVE TO KEEP MY HALF OF THE BARGAIN. PLEASE BURY ME NEXT TO MY BABY. BURY ME IN MY BLACK LEATHER JACKET, JEANS AND MOTOR CYCLE BOOTS. goodybye"
-Sid Vicious
R.I.P. - Vicious&Spungen
"I'll die when im 25, and when I do I would have lived the way I wanted to." - Sid Vicious
Sid was born in 1957 - Britain. He was the symbol of punk rock. He began his musical career in 1976 as a member in the band called - In the Flowers of Romance In Febuary 1977 he joined band called The Sex Pistols being the bass player. In that same year Vicious was introduced to the 'lovely' Nancy Spungen a well known heroin addict in New York. The two immediately began a violent, love relationship. It wasn't long after this relationship took effect on the band. Tension took place within the group, until they finally split on the 14th of January 1978. Still the two were madly inlove and continued their relationship. On the morning of October 1978 Vicious had woken from a drug stupor to find Nancy dead on the bathroom floor of their room in the Chelsea Hotel, Manhattan, New York. She had suffered a single stab wound to her stomach and bleed to death. On the 22nd of November in 1978 Vicious was arrested and charged for the murder of Spungen. Vicious had given multiple stories of what happened that night. Vicious was released after his mother paid the $50,000 to bail him out. 10 days after Spungen's death, Vicious attempted suicide by slicing his wrists.
Interviewer: "Where would you like to be?"
Vicious: " Under the ground."
February 1st 1979 when Sid Vicious died from an overdoes of heroin, believed to have been bought by his mother. A poem about Spungen was found in his pocket;
"You were my
little baby girl and i shared all
your fears such joy
to hold you in my
arms and kiss away
your tears but now
you're gone and there's
only pain and nothing
I can do and i don't
want to live this life if I can't live it
for you To my beautiful
baby girl Our love will
never die"
- Sid Vicious
It wasn't until 3 days after Vicious's funeral that his mother found his suicide note in the left pocket of his jacket.
"WE HAD A DEATH PACT I HAVE TO KEEP MY HALF OF THE BARGAIN. PLEASE BURY ME NEXT TO MY BABY. BURY ME IN MY BLACK LEATHER JACKET, JEANS AND MOTOR CYCLE BOOTS. goodybye"
-Sid Vicious
R.I.P. - Vicious&Spungen
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