Creep and twist
Through the night
Colours changing
Hold on tight
Coming for you
Creeping wreck
Twisting flesh
Breaking neck
Forest misting
Evil leaping
Neck is twisting
Flesh is creeping
Month: December 1984
Redecoration (Unfinished) – 21st December 1984
Paint, splash, paint, splash
O.D. Idea – 20th December 1984
Had a needle of an idea
And stuck to his tracks
Overdosed the fear
Never heard the cracks
Of body, of blood, of bones
O.D. idea he fucking groans
Shot a man and jumped off a cliff
O.D. idea was fucking stiff
The police caught him with the gun
O.D. idea no fucking fun
Withdrawal symptoms on the cards
O.D. idea behind fucking bars
My Waiting Death – 19th December 1984
Death is waiting for me
As far as I can see
Death is sure to come
But I’m not the only one
Death is waiting for you
It’s coming for us, two
Three, four
Third World War
Dreams Of The Unborn – 18th December 1984
Dreams of the unborn
Laugh but don’t scorn
Identity unknown
Faces not shown
Evil has grown
Seeds have been sown
Unborn dreams
Not what it seems
Unborn dreams
Breed echoing screams
Echoing dreams
Blast Off – 17th December 1984
A night of passionate sex
Lust lust lust lust
It’s lift-off or bust
I love it, I love it, I love it too
I love what I do to you
An orgasmic smile
Reached once in a while
Makes me so happy to turn you on
Come on, come on, come on
22nd August 2023 – I was speaking with zero experience! But the idea of pleasing a partner was clearly already in my mind. It’s extremely doubtful that I managed to do it every time but I did (do?) pride myself on pleasing my partner before myself.
*The Week That Was – 17th December 1984
18th December 1984
Gave Piwi another cassette.
19th December 1984
Went to disco at (Holtwood) Youth Club. Managed to get in for nothing. Was quite boring.
20th December 1984
Went to court – got landed for £150.
21st December 1984
Won a bottle of whiskey at work. Got given a vegeburger mix and lentil soup as a present. Got a couple of diaries and a couple of calendars. Went to (Hinton Martell) Youth Club.
22nd December 1984
Went to Wimborne. Met Ratty. He bought a toaster. Wandered around selling (trying to sell) tickets. I could be on the door next Saturday. Bought myself a necklace. Gave Houldey’s their present.
23rd December 1984
Pissed around down Gaunts.
I’m Tired – 16th December 1984
I’m tired of the apathy that divides our race
I’m tired of our country, I’m tired of this place
I’m tired of the media denying truth for lies
I’m tired of seeing through your eyes
I’m tired and it makes me so ill
I’m tired of everything
I’m tired of people who laugh at others
I’m tired of cheating our sisters and brothers
I’m tired of sexist remarks behind women’s backs
I’m tired of people making racist cracks
I’m tired of wars and widows they leave behind
I’m tired of the sex sex sex that people have in mind
I’m tired of leaders telling us what to do
I’m tired of everything and I’m tired of you
Wouldn’t You Give Her Gold? – 15th December 1984
There she goes all dressed in white
Smiling at you, out of sight
She’s just hoping that you might
Sell the world
She hopes that you all agree
That you like what you see
Still she makes her desperate plea
To sell the world
She has ribbons in her hair
She likes it when you care
She just wants to be there
When you sell the world
The world was never enough
She’s always had it tough
But when the world is sold
But when the world is sold
Wouldn’t you give her gold?
Simeon – 14th December 1984
You’re not with us, you’re somewhere else
You’re living the life of someone else
Simeon – where are you?
Mayday, mayday – come in, please
What’s that Simeon? What did you say?
‘I didn’t say anything, so go away’
Simeon – where are you?
Mayday, mayday – come in, please
Simeon speaks his mind to Mr King
‘No, I’m sorry Sir, it doesn’t mean a thing’
Simeon – where are you?
Mayday, mayday – over and out
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