Wednesday, 25 March 2015

Strangeways Here We Come - or - A Few Hippie Jumps Short Of A Commune

3 days (each way) on a bus to lose our minds and break our bodies in Barcelona. Spanish wine in England. 

croissants in Paris 

oh man, you had to be there...

best seats in the house

half-past France.






crouching lager hidden badman  

Bruno outside the international CNT hq


Kieran was on a strict diet of cronk, beer & 'ippie jumps  

wacky races

midnight battles with tight situations, so much piss and flying bags of cat litter 

all the hepatitises 

Rees adds his tuppence worth

Milo couldn't stand up at this point, which didn't seem to affect his wallrides for some reason? 


Maxxx - 'oss 'igh wallie

when the going gets weird...





Bendigo

loves young dream

Serin goes the distance for a tough crowd


you fuck around, you lay around

The Absinth Cronkicals. Volumes 1 - 6






Stoop Hoopla. Stoopla.

things (boards/bodies/brains) fall apart. Fin.

Sunday, 1 March 2015

Free Codine

wrote this in a flurry of similar activity on Thursday evening...

The Jagged Edge – or – this is what White Line Fever is about, if not cocaine

Ride the wind
Or the rails
Or whatever

There’s some strange sort of
Balance
Or tension
Or something

From sailing close
To the jagged edge
Especially
When you sail too close

And the jagged edge
looms out
from the murk of fiction
and reminds you
of your own, crashing
mortality

and if you survive
well enough to lick your wounds;
to taste the burn
and the dirt
of the jagged edge

you’ll smile
a strange sideways smile
knowing you can never go back

and if you don’t
then you’re already there

the jagged edge don’t care
and with any luck
will get you in the end

better than a care home
and spiraling debt
and someone else
who doesn’t want to be there
wiping your arse
and stealing your watch

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then this happened mid-dayish Friday


thank fuck for the NHS & free Codine! 12 hours in A&E, 5 x-rays, a bit of concussion and a sore neck and not one thing broken...bloody poetic premonitions!
So it goes.

Thursday, 26 February 2015

Expand the Possibilities

I've just made a new zine - Broken Freedom Song - 6000-odd words about 3000-odd miles on a borrowed motorbike, starting in Tucson, AZ and passing through weird and wonderful places such as The Centre of the World, Salton Sea, Salvation Mountain, Slab City, The Joshua Tree, Mt. Baldy, LA, Big Sur & SF amongst others... my mate and cosmic rebbi, Jeru Price said it reads like a Hemmingway letter, if he was into motorbikes and chilling instead of bloodsports and booze, which I'm pretty fuckin' stoked with if I'm honest.

(color photocopied on the sly at various places)




hit us up here - beastmangoat@hotmail.com if you'd like a copy...3 quid posted in the UK, and a bit more elsewhere...cheers.

(Lemmy's critique is that she couldn't step over it fast enough...so it goes.)