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Asperging: The British Problem, a polemic by Andrew Watkins. Starting with the baptism we are welcomed into this world anew afresh with bright ideas we stride out; but wait! What about the poor souls we meet along the way? Surely, they should be made to feel something good. Intransigent? No, welcome! Asperging is the pagan

Mowgli OUT!

Order in the genus! Order in the genus! Sitting in the kitchen with my dad and my mum talking about the size of my bum I said my chin is fat grey and hairy and my dad said son to be proud of you it would take fifteen green bags of that to take to

Paranoid

Is the internet making us selfish? Like the high street of old are there places where the Weirdos went but where no respectable person would be seen? Is it the internet’s fault? And wasn’t the internet supposed to be the place where you can go and be whoever you want? I am a non-earner in terms of

Mad Munc – Todays Thoughts

  Edward… Ring any bells? The nineties… blag prosody. Smooth skin rancorous streets, Single bed You know it best. 2016 student of the avant-garde life award for best trousers Pass it off as your own Advertising will never notice Too wound up in itself to care about me dancing in the street. Yeah. I dance

He Who Goes There

If I go with what is found Will I be grounded on the ground and speaking directly to you? Or will my big screen just glow and my head shrink as I work out how to make you follow?   ©Andrew Mark Watkins 2016

Music

Music is…the cacophony of voices in this world You may listen to words of wisdom Or you may shout your defiance And listen to those of others who make music like you can.# For we are all lovers and musicians alike And we all can fight back with music. And in our fight, we will

The Past

Haunting is spooky. No other word for it. Bear with me. I that is I when I say I is referring to me. But which bit of me? If I means who I am then it also includes old hopes and dreams doesn’t it? Back to haunting. If I achieve a dream that I had

The Machine Of Love

The machine of love mirrors your pain back to you amplified and exploded into genuine details all that you are. It might have you wondering if you are not alone after all. If someone else has bothered to write it down, and had it made into whatever and you identify it must be genuine, thought

The Cycle of A Depressive Adult

All my stuff is a load of old junk. I am not too pissed off at this moment. All of my stuff is well chosen useful, even cool. These people are out to piss me off. What other alternative is there? Yawn. I’m feeling tired. It’s three in the morning again and I’m not tired.

Being

Why is it that I feel guilty for listening to music aloud in my room when I could put on headphones and simply drown out the voices in my head?   It wouldn’t be the same and luxury seems somehow attached to pricking that blames balloon. Why shouldn’t I listen to music in my room?