Usman-Smith
Now enjoying Malta sun & sea.
A life behind me of curious change and interesting people.
From Mancunia and yet travelling in both time & space here.
Join me for the craic & childlike adulting.
- Coronation Street. Emmerdale. Where death is never the end & family is your worst nightmare. Not watched for a while. Same faces. Much older. Yet dangerously addictive. I shall go cold turkey....
- Tonight's sunset. The world is in thrall to the gods of chaos & is here I am far away. It's like watching a TV show that has no basis in my reality. But of course it has. I am just glad I am insulated. But I sense a post apocalyptic story line may still entrap me. At 72 I wonder. Will I see the end
- DEATH stopped scrolling "My name is not in the Epstein files it seems" WAR sat down "With us gearing up for Armageddon you worry about that?" DEATH sighed "Not worried per sei, I was the uninvited guest at all of those awful parties & the music & decor was terrible" "I feel slighted, not a mention"
- There's a shift in the jet stream Citations blown like leaves Tubes full of rich filk seem To poisen the air America breathes All connected the papers saw They all sleep in the same bed They don't follow your law Speak out & you're dead It's oozing out Stink of swamp about All the presidents men
- "Oi, what yer doing on my street then" The huge man waved a knife at the hunched figure in the alley. "Pay me to cross!" His laughter echoed, spilled garbage carpeted cobbles slick with rain. "Pay? Ah, like Charon to cross to the other side?" "It's you I came for" DEATH moved "Exactly change please"
- Saturday football match Matchstick mens cloth caps in snow Auld Bessie serving pies through hatch In snug tha' pints o stout flow Tha' shifts done Tha' pay packets won Tha fog o fags n chip fat Hangs o'er where they sat Cards n dominos Sitting in rows Sweat n coal dust Friends you can trust Always
