Skate or die, or fuck off or something

Cocksucking motherfuckers. Fuck all y'all corporo-oligarchical fucks. Is there any difference anymore between government and big business? I have lived abroad for over ten years, and came back to England a few months ago because my mother died. I find that in the midst of my unbearable guilt and grief I am also literally criminalized, marginalized, ostracized and fucked-up-the-assized simply because of my absence. I am literally a non-entity in a Kafkaesque fucking nightmare. I very rarely get angry. Then again, I very rarely feel at such a dislocate from the world around me. Scratching a living because you have a mortgage? Corralled into this job or that job due to age, qualifications, 'experience'. Numbed into celebrity gossip and the god awful shite that is reality TV? Never would I have believed the nightmare around me now in England would have been possible. The darkest prophecies I read growing up were way off the mark. A market town in Oxfordshire, fat fucking louts everywhere, screaming at each other in some guttaral snarl I hardly recognize as English, waddling this way and that, the 'girls' with their low-slung jeans or leggings squeezing their fleshy flesh outward, pushing prams, their shaven-headed partners spitting into mobiles. The only explicit illustration I can think of is those drawings that that cunt did for Hunter S. Thompson, just nightmare. Ralph something. (Steadman, he cleverly inserts, giving the bastard the once over).What, exactly, has fucking happened? What has happened? To the knowledge of history? To quiet appreciation? To self-reflection? To the sanctity, and awareness of that sanctity, of simply being alive? I just spent a stressful two weeks trying to open a bank account for fuck's sake. I couldn't give 'them' proof of address. It took my incredibly handsome friend with a legitimate business to flirt the fuck out of some stupid fucking lemming 'finance planner' bitch before I could open a simple savings account where very shortly I'll be depositing £150,000 for fucks sake. This is horrific, the fruits of industrialisation, just as slaughterhouses have become killing machines, so has human society become a stupid machine, benign and dulled people masticating on their own dull inanity. Fuck this shit. As soon as I'm sorted, I'm off to join my partner in B.C Canada, where she'll go to school and eventually we'll live in a remote commune, growing that sweet bud, and revelling in what this society would call ignorance. No I don't know who won The Apprentice you cunt. And who the fuck would ever call that fuck 'Sir'? What a very unpleasant fucking individual. Skewed as fuck or what, you grasping, inadequate materialistic total fucking cunts.

In other news: I have a rock hard cock. If you're in a long distance relationship right now, I highly recommend exchanging text messages delineating exactly what you'd like to do to your partner sexually. I suggest that because personally not only am I horny as fuck, I am also a tremendous wordsmith. If you fulfill neither of those criteria, don't fucking bother.

As well, have this: There is no pain like hand slap on cold concrete while skateboarding in winter. Official.

Sirrah!

"'Lost' is on in five minutes. Call the chinky." Most of Britain when that utter shit is about to be broadcast.

Addendum: I am not responsible for any of the above, because I am freaked the fuck out, and can't be held to it. Diminished responsibility don't you know. Christ.