Posts Tagged ‘clean’

out-of-the-web

Things looking a bit cleaner

Thanks to my mate

Piggelies running across the floor

Chasing after the fresh prime vegetables.

They’re the fresh prime crew

Cat cage, speakers, computer existing by inches

Desk, couch, bedding, cushion just being there silently

Printer, pussycat, hay bag

This is the kingdom of the piggely king

A mean cat

A grumpy black and white cat

But a proud and beautiful cat

Piggely cage

Lovely piggelies popcorning happily

Getting into each moment mindfully

Feeling less afraid

Breathing slowly from the diaphragm

Piggelie time

Let the piggelies run free

Get in amongst it

Let the piggelies run free

Pack it up over the sky

Waving one hand high

methy

If I had a methy girlfriend

Crazy motherfuckers would always be coming over trying to recover drug debts

And we’d be up all night fucking while she was wizzing off her head

If I had a methy girlfriend

She’d keep the place really clean and I could act like a pig

But she might get abscesses from shooting up to much and end up in hospital

If I had a methy girlfriend

I’d encourage her to smoke it

Or to give it up

But she’d probably just run off with her drug dealer

Or start hocking her ass

And leave me all alone in a clean house

 

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Time like cigarettes
Measuring out moments of tedium and trial
Just existing
Sometimes seems difficult
Watching television
To quiet suicidal ideation
Decaying cognition
Corrupted cogitation
Stinking thinking
All around the rubbish piles up
‘Cos I can’t be bothered cleaning up
Or have some mental block about it
Any woman would be frightened away
I’m going to die festering in my own filth

dirtyroom

Sometimes I feel like I’m living in a squat
A homes-westy kind of festering junkie den of dankness
When there’s crap all over the floor and dirty plates creating no stepping zones
The coffee table hasn’t been cleaned in months has black impasto layers of dirt
Just missing a couple of skanky junkie prostitutes nodding off in the corner
Now that would be cool

My sheets have a substantial amount of sand, dirt and guinea pig poo on them
Fortunately they’re black
I can never keep the doona cover on, so the doona is a dirty white slug on my bed
There are empty cigarette butts on the floor as I have been raiding my butt collection
It’s a miracle I get out of the place looking clean and moderately respectable sometimes
The wonders of showers and deodorant I guess

I wonder if I’d clean up my act for a good woman
Perhaps- anything is possible though not probable
I do kind of love my filth
I revel in many forms of corruption and depravity
So do the guinea pigs
They are piggies like me