hughbradley

  Tuesday May 23 rd  2240. My God but hasn’t the time barrier become befuddled. Doing a cook meditation minding my own business, visualizing creamy coconut curry, when, out of the blue Wednesday Hugh taps me on the shoulder.” Don’t eat that curry Hugh you will get a sore tummy” He was relaxed enough and very matter of fact, friendly even, but I found it awful annoying. “ Mind  your own business,  I’ll  take my chances  “ I  said, and continued with entering coconut code on the  chefmodule . Wednesday Hugh laughed disdainfully,  “You  haven’t a clue boy  “ he  said as he tried to delete my  inputs. Well agitated now ( these glitches had been happening more frequently since the futurists were elected again, in the midst of accusations of cross time zone vote rigging , but it couldn’t be proved as the future people were notorious liars) Agitated ,  I grabbed him and pushed him  back,  losing balance he lost his footing and knocked himself out on the hard floor. That`ll teach him.   Wednes

Give ` em  enough rope ----------   How did Hip beco me  snot covered  dirtcrust  denim Skinny red rash fingers Stealing from an ashtray When did cool Rock back n forth with convulsions Belching  to the Clash, the P istols In  your ghost scattered hostel room Camden town  style  shoppers cross to avoid This person gone wrong Super  lagered  soulless eyes Never knowingly  shepherded Freedom you cried Cry now lost son Cry  the  giro spent Cry  the  normal memories Remind ing  you  young teen rebel The price of never straight The price of  ner  a fool Was there a time The  spliff  passed the doors sang the youth joked You fell from the façade Of  indy   culture  ? Song words don’t sing of you anymore Teenage kicks to the brain Barred and belittled by The Time out crew Finding culture in the Sunday supplement Looking out the window of an artisan bakery At you spilling  doner  kebab Chilli smears over your grey face Hungry for love in its absence your mouth consumes the needs The cravings o

Led by a donkey part one .  Famza McClavacle  hadn't encountered this situation before and rebooted himself with a hope of finding an appropriate response . An ecstatic tingle zapped around his mind and within  a black to white instant he looked again with fresh sight . ( those tingles were so good famza had to remind himself that switching on and off all day was overly confusing !)  The holy donkey that wandered thru the" physical activity for betterment of life" zone,  seemed to Famza to be crying ,, while nudging him with his snout to guide in a certain direction . Well , for fear of upsetting the synchronicity police he moved in the way sad HolyDonkey suggested .. They walked slowly along the outdoor corridor , passers by mainly Jerremykylers, a slang term for homo-opioids , on route to the drug top up market.  Each and every one bowed and uttered the traditional prayer of " hee haw let it be tell me donkey who are we " Amongst the SIM card tech class observ

Enough I don’t  know where  it  fits When it   fills, how it satiates That  sense of saturation Beyond good feeling I feel like more Want ing  to hold on to it But not being held by it Can’t  get out the process Processing getting out of it Clutching at chemicals Wanting that reaction Getting harder to create Catching no contentment Too conscious of trying Bypassing Passed beyond and missed it Missing it during it Not getting it Others and memories Yesterday in spite of it Is sending an invite to it Ive  been it and  ive  seen it But now I just  dont  get it I knew it and  blew it I just  cant  get enough  

Now   Time Passes And lo it came to pass that it passed And is gone Remembered as a paradigm That we shifted  and  shift still Th e weatherman says  things are different now Choose a forecast and stick to it Take the batteries out of your clock Say  hello to your dog Occupy  the space between the tic and the  toc Meditate with eyes wide open Like your life depends upon it And don’t forget to write