Billy Oblivion's blog

Dancing Knees.

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A pictorial tour of my flat.

This is the view from my front window looking towards the right.

And this is the view looking forward.

My front room. Four different shots.

My kitchen which has a blue, greecian theme to it.

My toilet which has been a christmas grotto for almost six years.

The Umbrella Shop, Ne Oxford Street.

I buy my walking sticks here.

 

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Under The Floorboards.

I am lumpen. I breathe, live and think; I read books. I avoid T.V. and I haven’t visited a cinema for almost twenty years. I eat shit and as a result I have just had major heart surgery. Looking at my life from a metaphorical point of view I also eat shit and as a result I have just had major heart surgery. I enjoy my employment and I have a positive relationship with most of my colleagues. And my stress levels are so high I have just undergone major heart surgery.

I live alone and I am happy living alone.

As a child I had five siblings, then I was in the Royal Air Force sharing a room with anything between five and twelve other teenage boys. Then I got married and had a child. Then I had relationships.

Then I had three children.

Then I realised I‘d been cheated and hurt and beaten and beaten down..

And I surrendered,

And I realised that I had no faith and no love and no beliefs and

And now I am happy living on my own.

Content may be a more apt word in the preceding sentence.

Cooking is a problem when you live alone. The produce on sale tends to be aimed at couples or families. When you are single it seems to be easier to buy microwave meals for sad, single, lonely bastards. Fresh food goes off so quickly if you’re not a family. But then, families go off so quickly if you live together. And if you live apart you’re not a family. Thank God (or god) for Batchelor’s Cup a Soup. Especially the Chicken & Leek.

Having spent the past five Christmas holidays alone it has often crossed my mind to wonder why Batchelor’s don’t produce a Turkey & Stuffing Cup a Soup. It would make my Yuletide festivities a lot easier.

Without wishing to sound too Dostoevskyan I am an insect; I hate, I loathe, I despise and I seethe with a wish to infect. If I bumped into you on the street you’d notice.

And by force of habit I smile and speak nicely. I am pleasant and respectful. I do my job.

I live, like other humans, in an ugly world. I have looked in the mirror and smiled. I am blind.

I am an insect. I am lumpen. I am human.

 

 

 

 

Sunset.

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Sunrise.

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Doggerel.

I knew that things were going wrong
I felt it in my gut,
I welcomed you into my heart
You kept yours tightly shut,
So why don’t you just fuck off and die,
You lying, cheating, drunken, slut.

You said that I didn’t understand
Now that was pretty rich,
From a girl who once had read a book
but couldn’t remember which,
Now why don’t you just fuck off and die,
You lying, cheating, fat little bitch.

You’ve had a thought or two I know
I tried to teach you how,
I wanted you to dream like me
You wanted everything now,
Now why don’t you just fuck off and die,
You lying, cheating, fat little cow.

We could have loved forever you know
We could have had much more,
But you couldn’t keep your knickers on
So I kicked you out the door,
So now you can just fuck off and die,
You lying, cheating, drunken, whore.

Anger.

A friend of mine is going to Glasgow this weekend to take part in a conference about rape. In the literature regarding the conference thare is a statistic that in a poll of male undergraduates in California, 65% said they would commit rape if they thought they could get away with it. At first reading I found this statistic unbelievable; then I thought about men and realised that it is probably an under-exaggeration. It's a sad and sorry world we live in.

 

 

Rearview

 

 

Fuzzy felt pirates.

Ff card

 

I got this lovely card today from a friend.

Cherryade.

We talked of love
We dreamed a dream
Of glace cherries
And squirty cream
And after all the plans were laid
We drank a toast in cherryade.

We talked of love
And fairy tales
Enchanted hearts
And holy grails
And after all the games were played
We drank a toast in cherryade.

We talked of love
And monkey bites
Of golden days
And stormy nights
And in the early evening shade
We drank a toast in cherryade.