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no kensal the knuckle duster of mindless violence has always been with us.
but as far as i can ascertain across my cheap mdf desk, we are producing en mass a breed of human that is untrainable for societal normalities as we understand them to be... and feral like wild wood.
A form of human, but not human.This distilled version of a human being is this islands future. Supernature.
concrete sobibors and asphalt jungles for a new breed. It's 2000AD stuff.
I know violence. i grew up with it. this shit is off any known tangible charts of humanity and that of it's higher being fathers and creators that lay undiscovered within the elemental splendour of the mice galaxies NGC 4676.
As a probation officer walikng through a knife arch every day in my office in Aldgate east, i'm Completely sick of people who are simian clueless to the avalanche of 7th century beserker homo erectus who cross my desk day after day since 2012.
The BBC , ITV, Chanel 4, Sky and the rest of the mean, mode and median of the MSM would have Doctor Josef Goebbels public enlightenment division weeping with pride. they should spend 24 hours in my office. they would shit their colon out.
Judiciary, the courts, probation... as joy divison would say.. we've lost control. in extremis.
Someday I'll be somewhere near a beach sitting on the porch of my 19th century beach house dressed in a classical cut away collar crisp white william hunt shirt, sipping an Old fashioned while watching the waves crash in the moonlight.
Indeed, The straight-no-chaser Argo soundscapes of Ramsey lewis will be playing on a Belt drive Otto Meyer 1960's turntable situated in my colonial style Small chambers, percolating the sea salt Night air with it's Chick Corea infused Jazz sawtooth waves of perfection.
Who Knows, Perhaps even a service Girl of exotic stock to blow enough uncut chisel up my arsehole with a nesquick straw to give me bells palsy, While Ramsey's 'slipping into darkness' plays on the hammond organ.
At that perfect moment, and with a coy smile dancing lightly upon my lips , I will remember and savour Dannys beautiful reply to end our petty squabble.
Straight up Dan, i thought you were going to go full roberto hands of stone duran on me with a meme, so in prep, i fired up an old lap top and constructed this piss pox meme on paintbox just in case. it was so shit it wouldn't have cut the mustard with a class of two year old kids high on aspartame at the bottom of a plastic ball pen in mcdonalds.
i've missed our freindship like the deserts miss the rain.
(btw i've voted for you 3 times as poster of the year on here you git)
fair enough me old mucker.. all good points. I'm a cynical old bastard.
Anyway, i'm off to bloody southend again in a minute to sit in a N.A meeting at a scouts hut with a semi circle of other cynical bastards of all ages, genders and races for a bit inspiration/misery/regret/positivity/negativity/love /hate/hope and all points inbetween upon the great wheel spokes of life .
Jesus christ dont say we have yet more in common.... we'll be having a pint at the Queen adelaide next !.
I knew Nick power and Andy Rose from Centerforce.. I loved spiral tribe, reclaim the streets, return to the source and escape from samsara too . Whirl y gig was a great night.
Because i was born in Upton park with a west ham family and all my friends were west ham i had to mix in those circles from the early 80's when i was a young teen.. although never in the epicenter of it all. i'm a lover not a fighter!
bit nerdish but i follow this bloke on you tube; good reviews, beer v beer battles and discussions of all the latest beers, dealsrip off beers , brewery subliminal label advertising and the retro classics. We're through the looking glass here people.
It was very scary for Jo my wife on the train, she was shaking when i met her at the station. They were running up and down the Carriage making pig like grunts and farmyard animal noises at passangers and gobbing skunk laden spiitle at commuters. Clockwork orange shit.
The poor old cow was in a mess , Man alive i was crippled with anger.
l have to take my hat off to you there RT. I actually felt a mild dopamine rush . Most unexpected. By the end of the thread we'll all be dancing spiral tribe style to 'moments in love' by art of noise.
Clive has become our Mahrishi yogi and brought together us all as one with his binding words of love.
In the spirit of your last para, and if it pleases the court i apologize for the 'broken heart' jibe.
See, that's really odd.. EVERY bitter/IPA drinker i have known and loved, enjoy Urquell, Budvar and Staropramen.
I've been on the wagon for two weeks so looking forward to my boy and a couple of my oldest friends aover friday for a jolly up in the garden bar that i've decked out with only fools and horses and Minder props.
Phillips perfect draft filled with Mahou and ice buckets full of Alhambra, Galacia and Victoria Malaga.. even a bit of tapas .. Magic.
I'll whack a picture up of it on here si for you to tale the piss out of!
fair enough, i now understand where you are coming from. That carcinogenic powder siezed my soul for 17 years. I still attend 7/8 NA meetings weekly.
In any case, l witnessed last nights events in southend first hand when i met 'er indoors at the staion for a pint on the front... and it was wild. Bad news allround.
I don't know where you're going with this. Hellbanianz are white. They own the drug chain from distribution to street level supply from Barking through to shoeburyness. Have done for at least 10 years.
Neolitihic savagery in southend last night . Machette fights and general debased amok all over southend. It was like watching two tribes go at it from 'one million years BC,' only without Raquel welch in her saber tooth tiger bikini.
We get gangs from east london coming down once /twice a year , for a day out by the sea side . I think it's the 2024 east end version of a 1970's cockneys beano day out to the sea side without the watney party seven, just swords.
Its mods and Rockers with no Ace Face in his carnabetian raincoat, just former child soldiers of the demoractic republic of congo and fledgling hellbanianz in Joey Essex Lonsdale twin set leisure wear and Snake Plisskin dagger holsters.
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