After The Great Reset

 The Police? No thanks

Ramones? Umm... what was the question?

                                         

Stooges? Yes we are.

Crime? Fuck yeah!

Loop

Luc Kordas

This morning as I washed the few cups and spoons left from last night’s tipsy return home, I looked up as a blue commuter train passed my window on its approach to Central Station, silhouettes of a few passengers in the windows, and I was reminded of travelling by train to Aberdeen on my way to Norway for another 5-week stint in the dry-docked drillship, and gazing into the passing tenement windows I saw a man there at the sink, washing dishes. In one of those moments that can only happen within the drifting mind, I felt the distance between that man and myself and I felt the unknowable-ness of all those lives within that tenement and the fact dawned on me that to those people - invisible to me - I was less than significant; I did not exist.

Just Saying...

 

Neil Young is Dead

Last Exit from Lewisham ~ Photo by P.I.

 

Here at the abattoir, we partake in the slaughter
Start from our shins and work our way up
We are all numbered heads chipped and read
Bloodied nails chipped and red
We have the eyes of a bureaucrat
We have the soul of a killer
Shuffling forward onto the scythe
To offer our pound of flesh
To these morality men
These heroes who swim
In the miasma of their own plastic gene pool
Unwilling to accept the reality
That they are falling at the last hurdle in hubris
They are liberals in favour of censorship
They are calcified, inflexible
And comforted by their belief
That those who oppose them
Will be demonised
By those who don’t oppose them

Doctor! Doctor! I feel like a pair of open curtains!

 

Gotta get those numbers up?
Need to keep your credibility intact?
Struggling to regain the public trust?
Why not try a triple dose of

Dr. Iscariot’s
DESPERATION

You’ve then got to ask yourself “If this C8vid vaccination isn’t protecting me from C8vid then what the fuck is it doing?”