Face. Face doesn’t remember where she (he) comes from. Face has no idea what he (she) looks like. Face runs her (his) hands over the bumps and the curves, yet they signify nothing to him (her). Face is sure that she (he) left himself (herself) around here somewhere. Face tries pushing and prodding herself (himself) […]
Fuckface. Fuckface cannot feel. Fuckface cannot feel what you’re doing down there. Fuckface cannot feel you inside her (him). Fuckface remains impassive. Fuckface is fists clenched, arms taut, mouth shut, legs apart. Fuckface is eyes wide and up and straight ahead. Fuckface looks beyond your body as it rises, falls, heaves and drops above him […]
Apologies if you’re reading this from outside the shores of the United Kingdom and consequently this unremarkable Thursday is much like any other unremarkable Thursday, but there won’t be any typical entry here tonight because the whole country is officially closed for a general election. Furthermore, if the results bear out what the final round […]
[Otherwise known as ‘May cause drowsiness: day 5′, but somehow that didn’t seem like quite the right title for what I’m about to write. Regular transmissions will resume tomorrow. Oh, and please note: the views stated here are my own and not necessarily representative of my employer. Or my family. Or my close friends. Or […]
Sickyface. Sickyface is in pieces. Sickyface is every slide in and slide out strip of identikit, every suspect, every criminal. Do you recognise this man (woman), madam (sir)? Sickyface has ears all the better to hear you with (but no eyes, no nose, no mouth). Sickyface has eyes only for you (but no ears, no […]
Kissyface loves everyone, loves everything. Kissyface loves, loves, loves you. Kissyface will remember you to her (his) parents. Kissyface will remember you to his (her) friends. Your friends too, if you want to be remembered by them, if you’re not already remembered by them (you’re not, trust Kissyface). Kissyface is all over you. Kissyface says […]
She watches natural history documentaries every evening, marvelling at the colourful miracle of birth, life, procreation, killing and death — all of it brought into her living-room via stunning hire-purchased high-definition. She doesn’t find herself particularly fazed or reviled by the violence and bloodshed of the endless hunt for food, nor by the matter-of-fact sexual […]
Ring Apollo. Tell him I’ve sustained a broken fourth finger on my right hand. This might not be the moment for foolish endeavours. This is certainly not the moment to be typing. Still. I blame an obsessive nature that was simply compelled to find a non-essential something which I’d previously drafted and saved in a corner […]