CHAOS BEFORE PREDICTABILITY

You could say a number of my posts haven’t been particularly, well, serious. Obviously I do believe Bromley’s the centre of all evil and careless wearing of socks can tear the fabric of reality, but I also believe this: if cancer was a person, I’d beat it to death with its own shoes.

As a writer, I take the luxury to make demons real and punish them accordingly. This at least prevents me from running people over. But I have never known a demon so contemptible as the unholy C.

It’s pretty much a given that everyone, in some way or other, will meet it. When it entered my life (not me personally) – after getting reasonably drunk – I ran. And with every step I imagined beating it with something rather large and solid. It helped. However, now there’s a group, fronted by a lady whose boots are unquestionably made for kicking the shit out of cancer. Her group is called KickCancer and it brings people affected together so, as a collective, they can do just as it says on the tin.

Basically, what you need to do is bend down, super glue some 6” nails to your shoes and take one, big swing. To do so, visit this lady’s page and DONATE. Alternatively, there’s also a Facebook and Twitter page for those interested.

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Don’t think I don’t see you
Just because you can’t be seen.
Too obscene to over see what
You have done to me.
More importantly, she
She who – who you invaded
You Trojan
Scoundrel!
In her you dwell.
You put her through hell and back
Time and time again.

Fiend! I know your name.
Refrain your position
Put down your sword. Leave my castle
Take your hoard. Be gone!

In my head, I make you real.
Reality hurt more so I sought surreal
Here I could hurt you a 1000 times
Fire and brimstone for all your crimes.
So come out to play and take my hand
I raise you
You are no more
I see you
You are no more
Three Kings, an ace
And a spade to bury you
You are no more.