The outrageous terms of my latest enjambment would leave a postman scundered. So intense would be the humiliation, debilitation, whatever like, mate. Yeah, basically, what happens is, this postman climbs into the back of an Amazon Prime van, selloptapes himself head to foot in bubblewrap, then just bloody flings himself into an industrial factory type thing of some description. Right, he doesn’t die, but, he emerges part bubblewrap royal mail guy, part fucking gluebeg robot thing, of some description. Yeah, so it’s not Marvel or any of that shit, this is original, and like, poetical, and meaningful, artistic, like probably Ed Norton will play him.

Right so this mad post delivery guy goes about poking his nose into peoples’ Amazon packages, for Christmas, and usually just like changes the name, or gives them to this charity that his uncle runs on the side. Right, then he does a pile of DMT liquid, with Joe Rogan, and The Rock, and they all go to do an online podcast. That’s pretty much it so far. Pretty ropey I know but you have to see the sketches and all, it’s gonna be great once we get the funding from my uncle’s charity. If Ed Norton agrees to it which I think he will, he’ll have to do away with that swastika tattoo, no harm like. Also, he can’t get too arty and start tellin’ Joe Rogan all this art stuff to enrage him and what have ye, cause like Joe’s into hunting big animals and shit, wildebeasts, horses what have ye. Anyway aye that’s it, gonna give Ed Norton a shout here think he’s on Broadway but this being like special interest and the troubles yadda yadda yadda I think he thinks it’ll make him look good for the Pulitzer or whatever. Right peace out, let me know if you get talking to Rogan or big Dwayne Johnson.

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Slurred renunciations
Unveiled threats
Desperate confessions

They say there’s levels to this
That means degeneracy too
Fascination for the underground
Fades with these encounters

‘I’ve seen plenty of talented wrecks’
The wrong kind of fix
Disgrace makes it chase

I almost wanted to be his friend
It’s cruel, but people like that are the end

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An in-tune musician
Faces a predicament
When nearby punters
Express, dismissal, dismay

You see the processing of emotion
Involves a savvy abandon
The details unimportant
End product potent

Alchemists tire and fade
Their passions betrayed
And sored in the crossfire
The transfer blots a docket

Smiles and eyes glow leading
A peril of supercharged glut
Further nuance desirable
So settles floating leaf

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Why, discomfort seen him flee
And some sense in the shallows
Summoned a sickness well known
So in the shadows relate

Con men, cads, the lush
Flinched he thought
And again tried street tricks
Finding you all settled

Queer altogether
Draw sickened souls
As if you could
Do any different

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At a time I wondered
Whether either of us
Would ever return

You’re back at it
It’s a wonder
I’m glad

I’d hazard
There’s a way
To go yet

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-Eh, hello, is this Mr Norton?

-Yes, speaking. Call me Ed.

– Eddie, what’s the craic? Do you want to be in my film?

-I’ll certainly consider it. Is this an independent production?

-I’m not familiar with with these terms, Mr Edward. Look, it’s a charity-funded human interest picture that clicks with the current zeitgeist, concerning corporate fuckery and a basic tendency for the working class to hold certain nations accountable for centuries-old colonial crimes. Are you with me?

-Yes, hang on, I’m just making notes for research purposes.

-Right. Good on ye. I’ll send you across all the necessary details. And Ed?

-Yes?

-Get rid of the swastika.

-Yes, sir.

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