I Never Expected Anything

Posted: March 16, 2015 in satire, sarcasm

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I never expected nothing, from this disease they call live,
it’s hard to believe and want anything,
when anything is nothing and nothing ever survives
It’s hard to smile
well it just is,
No reason given, no inside perspective,
No don’t, don’t look at me,
You merely look thru me, your eyes are open, but your seeing right through the heart of me
I won’t continue this

I won’t ever let you know, what i was expecting, what i was waiting for..
Explanation? You shouldn’t need to ask, that’s what a soul, in soulmate it’s for
Grief is burned, inside your private, carpeted, private funeral vault
I won’t accept this,
This guilt, this hate, it isn’t my fault
But off course il carry it anyway,
Why change the habit of a lifetime
I can’t be what I’m not,
What the He’ll is the world expecting of me?
Corrupt, scared, broken…

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Comedy Kings – Laurel & Hardy – http://wp.me/p3PjZe-8P

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First, One has to say how much young Tom looks like his Grandad, the colouring, the eyes and the mouth are a perfect match, fair enough Tom Hardy isn’t massively overweight like his roly poly Grandpa but he can whack the pounds on when he needs to.
And i can’t really imagine Oliver Hardy playing Bane in Batman neither but I’m sure he would have given it a great go..
Stan Laurel on the other hand, although he couldn’t of played Bane, unless it was Bane with Cancer, sort of ” End Days” Batman & Bane, he would have been able to play almost any character because like all English people he has an English accent, was classically trained making his bones playing Shakespearerian parts all over Great Britain and the then flea pit, 3rd world country of the US..
If only he’d passed his acting skills on to his Grandson Clint Eastwood then we may have seen some truly great movies out of Clint, rather than crappy fight movies with a big monkey and Homosexual Hells Angels, I’m not sure which group were most embarrassed, the Homosexuals or the Hells Angels..
Just take a look at Clint, then look at Stan Laurel,IDENTICAL, the hairline and hair style speak for themselves surely, show me two other idiots who are prepared to have such an awful hair cut with such a crazy widows peak, that’s right, you can’t, case proved, well almost, forget the fact that fancy mathematics dictates that Mr Laurel couldn’t possibly be the Farther of Clint Eastwood otherwise Mr Eastwood would be dead at 121 years of age.
(Let’s be candid, he’s not far behind that anyway at 97 in five weeks time) papers can be faked, people lie, documents can be wrong, take all three together and it’s not just plausible and possible it’s simply correct.
Some say Mr Eastwood’s prostitute mother wasn’t in the same vicinity of the US at the time Stan Laurel was, indeed, as a 22 year old hooker whore she was in New York, Stan Laurel was in neighbouring London England, i say SHE LIES, she is a prostitute anyway and their always lying..
Even on the supposition that Mrs Eastwood Whore is telling the truth, it’s only a few hours flight from London to New York, i know planes probably weren’t as fast in 1932 but Concorde had just started transatlantic flights so i maintain Mr Laurel could have made the flight, and indeed did, a quick hop of the plane, hop on Mrs Eastwood, shook his sex stick around, hop off and back home to Blighty for tea and crumpets before his wife Queen Victoria even noticed..
Voila, a Dirty Harry fetus was hatched, the fact that Stan Laurel would have been 92 at this point doesn’t detract from the validity of my claims one bit, although DNA tests, genealogy records and witnesses to name but a few apparently can and do say some English people desperate not to have Clint Eastwood as the next King of England.
To be perfectly honest, who the Hell can blame them..
RIP Laurel & Hardy, you gave me many laughs when i was a child, not so many as an adult when i developed taste but still, i like the one where they join the Foreign Legion as it led to my own 3 day career with the same unit.
They made it look to DAMN EASY, same with the jail one..
A good time was had by some..

If there’s even the slightest hint of gravity..Love, taught me to lie, life taught me to die..

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Lost like Alone

Posted: February 5, 2015 in satire, sarcasm

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I can feel them in my dreams, closing in everynight until eventually sleep will bring no further respite for me..

Grasping it in their hands like their fucking life’s depended on it, trying to force it on me, as if the act alone will fulfil their own lives..

Reality, cold and sharp edged like razor wire and broken glass, their determined i join them in their world, their world of reality, because any other life they can’t understand..

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But i won’t come, il stay in the dreams of my minds making, my meditation that pulls images of unknown things from another dimension, who’s to say who’s life is more real?

When one dreams do we realise we are dreaming?or are we unaware until we awaken, are our life’s the same, only realise that it was a dream when we pass to another plane..

Il sleep, il stay, i shant be…

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Sure ain’t much to wear in winter but she sure looks hot as Hell to me, Grrrrr

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A tree, a tree, A TREE..

The pre pubescent voices rang out like a nail gun being shot through someone’s scrotum while the resounding scream sent animals we had never even heard of let alone saw before.
I was already preoccupied with some weird kind of dog, sort of like a deformed poodle, all white and fluffy, but instead of coming over to me the little Bastard kept running away, obviously French,obviously a poodle, obviously mad as a gallon of watered down shit..

Screw that, at least this tree thing stayed still, to still, i had the distinct feeling that it was doing an “Auntie Betty” as we used to say, one of those Aunties who are not really your Aunties, just good friends with your mum, or in my case good friends with both my mum and my dad,.
More than once she’d sneak into my bedroom on the…

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Acceptance Time

Posted: February 5, 2015 in satire, sarcasm

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I didn’t know what i was wishing for,
I just know what i didn’t want anymore,
While all my dreams were screaming and my fears were kicking down the
door
But all my hopes,
they hung from the rope
below

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And still i wish you’d have me
back,
Still i wish for some form of
attack

Because when we were fought, i always knew you’d stand your ground,
No worries of your failure because there was just no chance of you ever backing
down
You could fight all day, leave me scratched and bleeding on the ground
After the make up sex, left me more scratched and bloodied than the man you’d
found

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But yet i still wish you were here,
That there was some way for you to hear

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All these beautiful words,
that I’d magically pulled from this city sky
Strung them together,
in ceremonial tryst for you

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