“Everything that needs to be said has already been said. But, since no one was listening, everything must be said again.” – Andre Gide
Your life won’t be complete
For the girl you want to impress
Get your mail order monkey
Put it in a pretty dress
Or how about a monkey skull
Comes from the same supplier
Stick it on your shelf
For your new friends to admire
Mail order monkies and skulls
It’s the weirdest thing I’ve heard
Is there a better way to impress
Without something so absurd?
Weight: 76.0kg
Resting heart rate: 41
There’s only one age: alive.
Agnes Varda
The very essence of my soul betrayed
No knowledge may heal the wound I made
In this fog, there is nowhere to be or go
I just can’t forgive myself I’m afraid
Misery and self-loathing bedevil my days
A madness of the impossible Derrida says
The radical act of self-forgiveness so
Absolve yourself, you must find the ways
Inspired (and butchered) by a reply to a letter to Nick Cave at The Red Hand Files newsletter
Weight: 76.6kg
Resting heart rate: 47
Within this oppressive system
The dividing line, it grows
The wealthy control the time
Whilst we’re living in the shadows
Try to climb this shit ladder
But the dividing line always grows
A blind eye turned towards
Those living in the shadows
How did it get to be
That the dividing line, it grows?
And the ninety-nine percent
Remains living in the shadows
There is no vision of caring
As the dividing line, it grows
The underclass just eats itself
Living in the shadows
The one percent destroyed the world
And the dividing line is gone
No one left to remember the names
Of the ones who claimed they’d won
Inspired by a classic late 80s Peter Milligan story ‘Shadows’ originally printed in 2000AD
Weight: 76.6kg
Resting heart rate: 52
Some revel in comforts
Others itch for change
Nest has been made
Now time to rearrange
Build a dream castle
Atop a mountain high
Next a beach paradise
Under this big sky
Settle down right here
The sun shining bright
Nothing lasts forever
Thus day turns into night
Weight: 77.7kg
Resting heart rate: 48
We are dust under the dust of the feet of the king
Now unsatisfied with the problems that you bring
Rising up to challenge centuries-old traditions
That led the country into these downtrodden conditions
What made sense once no longer really applies
The world has gotten smaller for information supplies
The dust, the people are not prepared to let it be
They are motivated to be the change they want to see
Weight: 78.0kg
Resting heart rate: 48
4 million poems later
And 40 years in time
Never run out of topics
Or words to find to rhyme
4 million poems later
I haven’t yet said and done
Everything that can be rhymed
So here’s 4 million and one
Weight: 77.6kg
Resting heart rate: 45
The social conscience is a power machine
Human instinct drawn to a higher scheme
No matter the culture, society or elite
It’s the eyes of God on every street
Weight: 77.3kg
Resting heart rate: 62
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Resting heart rate: 56
Weight: 78.0kg
Resting heart rate: 56
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Resting heart rate: 50
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