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Gender: Male
Status: Single
Age: 34
Sign: Aries

City: manchester
State: Northwest
Country: UK
Signup Date: 7/1/2007
Thursday, October 25, 2007 
 
JOE WAS  TOP
OF THE CLASS
HIS PARENTS 
SO PROUD
JOE WENT 
OFF THE RAILS
GOT IN WITH
THE WRONG CROWD...........bollocks 
 
JOE'S GONNA DO SOME POEMS IN A MINUTE
 
BUT FIRST LETS HEAR FROM FAT FUCKER IN A FOOTBALL SHIRT
 
hey its the outcast
walking past
weirdo
he needs a kicking
grab him fast
individual
you got a nerve
showing your face
weirdo
nobody want you
round this place
individual
look at you
in those nancy shoes
weirdo
we havnt got time
for no nancy views
individual
does this knee to the groin
make it clear
weirdo
your way of thinking
isnt welcome here
individual
were a traditional lot
english to the core
weirdo
we couldnt careless
for what you stand for............
 
WHATS UP MATE
you
WHAT ABOUT ME
your ignorant
YES......AND YOUR GIRLFRIEND HAS SOILED MY SHEETS
what
OH.......SHUT UP YOU COCK
 
THEY SAY EACH
TO THEIR OWN
WEIRDO
IVE BEEN SEARCHING FOR YEARS
NOW IM SITTING ALONE
INDIVIDUAL
CALL ME CHILDISH
BUT ITS HOW I FEEL
WEIRDO
THIS FITTING IN THING
ITS LOST ITS APPEAL
INDIVIDUAL
IM TIRED OF PEOPLE
I WANT SOME SPACE
WEIRDO
I NEED TO ESCAPE
THIS HUMAN RACE
INDIVIDUAL
ITS OBVIOUS BY NOW
IM A HOPELESS CASE
WEIRDO
I JUST GOTTA FIND
ME ANOTHER PLACE
INDIVIDUAL
AWAY FROM THE ..........  .............
AND CONSTANT CHAT
WEIRDO
TRIED IT DONT WONT IT
IM NOT LIKE LIKE
INDIVIDUAL
MAYBE I JUST
NEED A BREAK
WEIRDO
THAT FARAWAY ISLAND
ON A DISTANT LAKE
INDIVIDUAL
IM SURE BY NOW
IVE  MADE MY POINT
WEIRDO
I JUST DONT BELONG
IN THIS STERILE JOINT............
WEIRDO.......INDIVIDUAL......OUTCAST..........OUTTHERE.......OUTWHERE
WHO DECIDES......................................................NONSENSE
..........................................................................................................................
...........................................................................................................................
IM NOT
SPEAKING NO MORE
CANT MAKE
MYSELF CLEAR
IM THE CAUSE OF CONFUSION
MISUNDERSTANDING ROUND HERE
IVE HAD ENOUGH
OF THE SMALL TALK
THE MEANINGLESS CHAT
DISCUSSING PEOPLE
IN THEIR  ABSENSE
I CANT DO THAT
STUFF ABOUT WHO  YOU FANCY
SOME MARRIED GIRLS BREASTS
SPEAK TO HER
SAY IT TO HER FACE
YOU MIGHT BE IMPRESSED
THEN THERES THE BIG TALK
ON FOOTBALL
AND LAST NIGHTS TV
LOOK AT
IM NOT INTERESTED
JUST LEAVE ME BE
CALL ME
A STRANGE GIRL
MADMAN
UP HIS ARSE QUEER
BUT WHY WASTE
DEAFNESS
ON THOSE WHO WANNA HEAR
CALL ME
IGNORANT ARROGANT
STONE COLD RUDE
JUST DONT DISTURB 
MY SOLITUDE
CALL ME
AN ODDBALL WEIRDO
ANTI SOCIAL FREAK
CRUCIFY ME
IN MY ABSENSE
FOR NOT WANTING TO SPEAK.....................
...........................................................................................................................
............................................................................................................................
PISS STAINS
MIGRAINS
THAT LOOK OF
DISTAIN
IN THE NEIGHBOURS
EYE
CUNT
GAVE IT A TRY
SHORT TERM HIGH
LIVING THE LIE
ONLY NOW I ASK WHY
BODY WRECKED WASTED ABUSED
MIND TWISTED FOREVER CONFUSED
WHY
COS IT BEAT THE FUCK
OUT OF THE DAILY GRIND
AN OUT THERE ADVENTURE
FOR THIS OUT THERE MIND
COULDNT GET NO KICKS
FROM NO TV
SORRY MUM
IT JUST WASNT ME
TOOK A TASTE
DRAGON CHASED
WAS IT FUCK
A FUCKING WASTE
TRIP OF A LIFE TIME
MAKING USE OF MY TIME
RAIN PLAIN DOOM GLOOM
NO
NOT FOR ME
I CHOSE TO CONSUME
YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN
DO
YOU KNOW WHAT IM SAYING
YES
IVE PAID THE PRICE
BUT
IT WAS A PRICE WORTH PAYING.....................LYING BASTARD
..........................................................................................................................
...........................................................................................................................
are you coming for a smoke joe....YEAH NICE ONE NORRIS....I'LL FINISH THIS BOLLOCKS IN A BIT....................
LETS HAVE A POEM BY SHE WANTS TO BE A MATE KATE
 
he just cant say no joe
thinks he knows
that knowing stare
always seeing things
that just arnt there
strange imagination
world of his own
what he's really thinking
well
thats the unknown
never shares thoughts
his true point of view
occasionaly engages
in nonsense
with a select few
he wont open
thinks people
wouldnt understand
just picks up bits and pieces
always second hand
tends to keep a distance
not the bothering kind
maybe
he has the power
to read the inner mind
likes to play it cool
but often just pretends
twisted sese of humour
doesnt care who he offends
it really is odd
im sure
he has so many stories to tell
and such a nice guy
who always means well........................i think
.........................................................................................................................
.........................................................................................................................
what do you say to that joe... I DUNNO... YOU HAVE A GO NORRIS YOU KNOW ME BETTER THAN ANYONE....ok..but no ryhmes..just straight............
 
too
much
on
a
plate
too
wild
a
past
no
rules
no
structure
too
much
freedom
without
responsibilities
too
many
events
forever
etched
on
mind
in
your
defence
you
have
earned
the
right
to
be
strange
and
you
do
have
a
fantasticaly
twisted
sense
of
humour
maybe
you
just
need
to
buy
a
television
join
a
gym
and
get
yourself
a
nice
little
motor
aint
no
need
for
armbands
with
that
groove................................
I MIGHT JUST DO THAT NORRIS BUT NOT YET.............CHEERS
........................................................................................................................
........................................................................................................................
 
 
SORTED
ME
NO
I DONT THINK SO
TOO SLOW
ALL FOR SHOW
YEARS OF TOKE
LEFT ME BROKE
DAMAGED DESTROYED
FOREVER PARANOID
THE SHAKES
HEADACHES
MISTAKES
HEARTBREAKS
HEARTS BROKEN
HARSH WORDS SPOKEN
DELUSIONS
JUMPING TO CONCLUSIONS
SUCH CONFUSION
YET AWARE ALWAYS
BASTARD
ALWAYS AWARE
REGRET
CANT FORGET
HAVE DRINK
TRY NOT TO THINK
NO
ITS NOT ENOUGH
IT WONT WORK
ITS NOT ENOUGH
SHIT
TAKE A HIT
ESCAPE
A LITTLE PLAY
ITS THE ONLY WAY
A LITTLE PLAY
ESCAPE
ITS THE ONLY WAY......................OR IS IT
 
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NOT FINISHED YET  MORE SMOKES ....YES PLEASE BACK IN A MINUTE
 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
  
 
 
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terence gorton

 
wow a lemonade sandwich with no legs !!!!!!!!!
 
Posted by terence gorton on Saturday, June 07, 2008 - 11:02 AM
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terence gorton

 
i need to get myself some new pals before its too late...

here's another one..

-
-
my friend issack hunt fell in love on the island of ibiza issack spent a decade or so in a daze issack lost the love of his life so issack returned to england where for the first time he took up gainful employment behind the scenes of a department store issack somehow managed to survive this ordeal for two whole years here are his thoughts from the final few weeks

(these first piece is a conversation issack had often here he plays the concerned friend)


paint me a picture
of days gone by
the way you are now
the reasons why
open up
tell me
about your past
im in no rush
make it last
let me in
i'll be a good mate
take your time
the gossips can wait
i just want to get
inside your head
is it true about
your time in the med
i'll buy you a coffee
lets have a chat
no big scandal
pals do that
whats wrong with you
i dont understand
im only trying
to offer a helping hand
i can see you have
problems inside
you really must
have something to hide....no im just rude

-
-
caught in two minds or is it four
thinking about it could be more
just inventions characters to play
an easy escape from the day to day
im sure thats strange not of the norm
but five days a week
in a uniform
the madness kicks off
when the boredom kicks in
bit of fun at first
no intentional sin
but then
you become
the characters you play
and it starts to effect
your day to day
other peoples views
of the person you are
i think
maybe
ive took it to far
or maybe i dont care
what anyone says
an easy escape from the day to days..

-
-
if this is the life
and this is who you are
chasing the dream the
company car
am for promotion
aim sky high
climb the ladder
go on
give it a try
think of the perks
the benefits you'll recieve
all those extra days
of maternity leave
think of the respect
your new position will bring
the grovelling gaggle
ALRIGHT...BOSS..
its a power thing
but
honestly
how do you do this
what are the rewards
show me the thrills
for the conventional hordes
i do understand
and i know what you'll say
its my job ive got
bills to pay
so if this is the life
and this is who you are
im gonna miss your company
but not your company car..........i do talk nonsense


-
-

if its true travel opens the mind
why am i so uneasy around
the mindless kind
little gaz
and his rascist jokes
loon like laughter
he's one of the blokes
a company child
thats perfectly clear
any menial tasks
he'll volunteer
stick a potty on his head
pin a badge to his chest
the business comes first
he's keen to impress
whoever is absent
gaz will discuss
its only banter
no big fuss
always sneaky slimey
and horribly sly
a fantastic personality to
the untrained eye
he's in with the bosses
never provokes
ALLRIGHT BOSS...HA...HA..HA
just one of the blokes................annoying little fucker

-
-

he's a manager so fucking what
aint got nothing i aint got
badly tailored suit shirt and tie
misuse of position
to make
a cry baby cry
the humourless humour
of the gather round jokes
a part time passion
to be one of the blokes
he's been with the company twenty years
a knowledge of facts to send you to tears
RESPECT....RESPECT...
the workers say
he's got the power
to effect your pay
no
respect the poet painter
liver of life
tolerate the boss
whilst fucking his wife............oh..im so juvenile.....cocks

-
-
this work thing aint working
it just isnt the scene
not my mindset
to be part of a team
this work thing aint working
the converstaions inane
same old lines
again and again
this work thing aint working
whats it for
rare nights out
and a key to a door
this work thing aint living
its just passing the time
shit
i resign
so
leave me alone
to smoke me smokes
id rather be a weirdo
than one of the blokes.......honestly

-
-
issack is now happilly wallowing in his own world he reckons he'll never recover from the experience even the best punch tangiers can offer cant help him forget...


oh he asked me to pass on this message


4567890-====4rrrbbbbsppm ===222000(((((((((((((((( kloid ...twice in latin
 
Posted by terence gorton on Saturday, September 27, 2008 - 6:15 PM
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terence gorton

 
yes you are ferocious kitten..as am i..if only the same could be said of joe.....
 
Posted by terence gorton on Saturday, June 07, 2008 - 10:46 AM
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!!deedrado!!
Debra McKee

 
Aaaalright Norris!!! My mind doesn't work that way either.
I hate Corporations!
Came over to meet you. Welcome my new friend. Read all your other writings. You are a unique bloke.

 
Posted by !!deedrado!! on Thursday, November 06, 2008 - 4:57 PM
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robbwindow
Robert Bridge

 
Norris,well done.
 
Posted by robbwindow on Saturday, October 27, 2007 - 11:22 AM
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terence gorton

 
we all have our fantasies Robert.....
 
Posted by terence gorton on Saturday, June 07, 2008 - 10:46 AM
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terence gorton

 
here's some stuff my mate frank gave me....
-
-
what scene
what do you mean
forgive my blindness
i just aint keen
on your scene
its all to clean
what ive seen
of your scene
same shoes everywhere
same hair everywhere
like magazine hip
its something i'll skip
i'll stay alone
on my own
away from the plastics
those weekend drastics
snorting cocaine
like fashion spastics
i couldnt give a fuck
for the latest look
i dont care about hair
or the shoes i wear
im just out there.........piss

-
-
there's a gang overthere
hanging in the square
making me aware
giving me the stare
laughing at my hair
and the clothes i wear
make me wanna swear
i shouldnt really care
have you seen
the clothes they wear
someone threw a chair
it wasnt very fair
blood soaked my hair
a shocking affair
in the public glare
but i really shouldnt care
its the same everywhere..........fish

-
-

im tired of being hip
im tired of being handsome
im tired of being judged
held to ransom
im tired of rules
im tired of regulation
i dont wanna be civil
in this civilization

im tired of being wrong
jumping to conclusions

im tired of my mind
its state of confusion
i wanna be hip
i wanna be handsome
im not being judged
or held to ransom
i wanna be civil
i dont wanna be annoyed
im not even tired
im just paranoid..........what you looking at

-
-

he's an eccentric
what does that mean
away from the gang
not part of the scene
alone with his thoughts
thinking out loud
keeping a distance
from the thoughtless crowd
is it the hair clothes
shoes on his feet
his way with words
when he rarely speaks
limp wrist
camp like stance
avoiding the chance
of that chance romance
no television car
or mobile phone
away with the fairies
in a land of his own
or maybe he's been there
seen that done it all before
didnt buy the t-shirt
he wanted more
a mind expansion
that far away place
been there done that
whilst off his face...........what...you only live once

-
-

something inside
i have to get it out
makes me angry
i wanna shout
cant get the fucker out
too many people about
dont shout
they whisper
and stare
look at the weirdo
overthere
i shouldnt care
im sure its in the mind
these words to find
but how can i create
in this paranoid state
concentrate
relax
whats the hurry
it will come with time
no need to worry
but it grates
frustrates
turns me to rage
those hidden
thoughts
to fill a page.................what a pile of shite

-
-

bente gonzolas said
whilst off her head
why's everybody
so straight
then she said
whilst sharing my bed
better off dead
than dull

i really miss her........

when the parties over
the ecstasy is no more
the rush the push the flush
the deep blue sea
one final jump
one last true high
a truly ecstatic goodbye........goodbye

-
-
 
Posted by terence gorton on Sunday, September 28, 2008 - 2:15 PM
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Christian

 
Wow ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
Posted by Christian on Saturday, October 27, 2007 - 2:00 PM
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terence gorton

 
theres this house...near where i live..a big house...not big enough..to house...fifteen woman..but it did...up until recently....every night..id hear screams...taxis coming...and going
men..talking loudly...in to mobile phones...laughing...the poilce raided the house..a few weeks ago..the woman..were taken away...to where.....i have no idea



a better life


merte was nineteen
now she's twenty


fresh from the east
wasted in the west


shes not alone
although she is


but
she isnt
the only one



an agency
add on the internet


new country
escape
from poverty


that was january
now its june


she aint no au pair.......
 
Posted by terence gorton on Saturday, June 07, 2008 - 11:21 AM
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NYC Needs More Ducks

 
You'll be in NY WHEN now, doll?
 
Posted by NYC Needs More Ducks on Saturday, October 27, 2007 - 7:36 PM
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terence gorton

 
went there once..it didnt move me..just like manchester..but bigger..much bigger..no beach..
 
Posted by terence gorton on Saturday, June 07, 2008 - 10:45 AM
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Malice

 
you no i look at all your ramblings norris and you no that there fucking amazing...
just like my mind..scary eh?
i want to see your face aunty necante!
tar la
x
 
Posted by Malice on Monday, October 29, 2007 - 8:07 PM
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terence gorton

 
make good use of your individuality malice...its a rare gift to have....
 
Posted by terence gorton on Saturday, June 07, 2008 - 10:45 AM
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yesk wun
Yesk One

 
in words -
i fucking love this shit.
keep writing!
-yesk
 
Posted by yesk wun on Tuesday, November 06, 2007 - 6:33 PM
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terence gorton

 
i dunno yesk

blogging here

reminds me of when i worked in the shop
around the time my mother died
hardly anyone would say anything
in fear of saying the wrong thing
yet they would always pass
comment on my new haircut...
 
Posted by terence gorton on Thursday, June 19, 2008 - 5:44 PM
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nona
Nina maria Roth

 
thank you !!! thank you , thank you, thank you for doing this!
thats the food which my hungry soul needs... thanx for feeding!!!
 
Posted by nona on Wednesday, November 07, 2007 - 9:25 AM
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terence gorton

 
thanks nona the pleasure was all mine....
 
Posted by terence gorton on Thursday, June 19, 2008 - 8:55 AM
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nona
Nina maria Roth

 
thank you !!! thank you , thank you, thank you for doing this!
thats the food which my hungry soul needs... thanx for feeding!!!
 
Posted by nona on Wednesday, November 07, 2007 - 9:26 AM
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terence gorton

 
thanks nona the pleasure was all joe's.....
 
Posted by terence gorton on Thursday, June 19, 2008 - 8:54 AM
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KALLISTA

 
Well, It certainly does beat the fuck outta the daily grind.
Good read.
 
Posted by KALLISTA on Thursday, November 08, 2007 - 7:19 PM
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terence gorton

 
8th january where the fuck were you......i waited for weeks.....
 
Posted by terence gorton on Thursday, June 19, 2008 - 8:54 AM
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terence gorton

 
.

 
Posted by terence gorton on Thursday, June 19, 2008 - 5:46 PM
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Wellcome to the keyzone

 
powerful words bro !!
 
Posted by Wellcome to the keyzone on Wednesday, February 13, 2008 - 4:21 PM
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terence gorton

 
no....... i was thinking about it last night



david
he never looked in mirrors
such a handsome lad
good hair
funny
full of laughter
a real charmer
the girls adored him
boys wanted to be him
he wanted to be
someone else
somewhere else
so he left
early
too early
head first
off
a high bridge
his friends couldnt understand
he always seemed so happy
but
never looked in mirrors


it was a few months
after his death
the truth came out
now
his friends understand
what it was all about
he left a note
this is what he wrote


look at me
look at me you
bastard
you dirty old bastard
look at me
look me in the eye
come on
look me in the eye
dont be shy
look me in the eye
why fear
were all adults here
now
grown men
but
not then
no
i was just a child....
 
Posted by terence gorton on Thursday, June 19, 2008 - 8:54 AM
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Poems
Jeremy Arblaster

 
This is pretty fucking special. I like it alot x
 
Posted by Poems on Wednesday, January 09, 2008 - 4:29 PM
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terence gorton

 
thats what joe thought for a while...
 
Posted by terence gorton on Thursday, June 19, 2008 - 8:53 AM
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RyMa gUrL

 
I so love this sweetie...reminds me of lennon.....keep writing and ryma will keep reading.....
 
Posted by RyMa gUrL on Sunday, January 13, 2008 - 5:06 AM
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terence gorton

 
cheers RyMa gUrL.... lennon you say ...which one.....keith or albert...
 
Posted by terence gorton on Thursday, June 19, 2008 - 8:52 AM
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adam
adam mcroberts

 
jesus krist man who r u? love u're stuff n how did u find me? i sit here w/ an empty plate of eggs and no posters on the walls and i'm wondering who the fuk u r? but i'm unemployed @ moment and hve 6 month beard goin. keep the fire stoked on u're side of the globe man.
 
Posted by adam on Friday, February 29, 2008 - 6:14 PM
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terence gorton

 
i was struggling to find words not a million miles from those that made me avoid school...i looked around..found your stuff...i believed it...
 
Posted by terence gorton on Tuesday, July 01, 2008 - 5:59 PM
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The Unknown Shaman
John Stamos

 
Neil Young could not have said it better.

 
Posted by The Unknown Shaman on Sunday, August 24, 2008 - 5:03 PM
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travis b poet
travis blair

 
I love how outside the box this is. very original. very rebellious. in places it reminds me of an old bob dylan song.
 
Posted by travis b poet on Sunday, March 02, 2008 - 8:41 PM
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terence gorton

 
the originality thing is more down to my ignorance of what went before than anything else
maybe in time if i read more i might lose it......
 
Posted by terence gorton on Thursday, June 19, 2008 - 8:52 AM
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easy

 
took a taste
dragon chased
was it fuck
a fucking waste
trip of a life time
making use of my time


bravo ! for that glorious line !
 
Posted by easy on Tuesday, March 04, 2008 - 1:07 PM
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terence gorton

 
she didnt belong
in that place
got caught
by the chase
such a beautiful face
then...but..not...now..
no
went astray
got carried away
trapped by the rush
like a teenage crush
only young
too young
but
she wanted to go
it alone
had a mind of her own
then...but...not....now..
no
her heads away with
the bees
all that time on her knees
turning sickly tricks
for that filthy daily fix
yes...yes..........now...
has to fuck like a rabbit
to feed her bastard habit....



aint no glamour in that bollocks EASY
 
Posted by terence gorton on Monday, June 09, 2008 - 12:36 PM
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Time Traveller

 
wadahamean? BUT FIRST LETS HEAR FROM FAT FUCKER IN A FOOTBALL SHIRT certainly not talking about me.... lol
 
Posted by Time Traveller on Sunday, March 09, 2008 - 3:24 PM
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terence gorton

 
sorry mate..i'll translate..what joe means is...that pissed up fat fucker over there...with his gang of fellow fat fuckers...in football shirts...stamping on the head of the guy in purple flared trousers....
 
Posted by terence gorton on Monday, June 09, 2008 - 12:34 PM
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Skinned

 
If this was your first stuff...then you only need to keep on doing what your doing mate...and heh, fuck normal, it carries a nine to five sentence for life and who the fuck wants to be waking up to that kinda nonsense - Smile and enjoy :) Skinned
 
Posted by Skinned on Tuesday, March 11, 2008 - 3:55 PM
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terence gorton

 
no...joe wants to be normal...it aint no pierced eyebrow thing...he respects those who are..he wishes he was one of them....but sadly he's not...or maybe he is...i dont know...
 
Posted by terence gorton on Monday, June 09, 2008 - 12:34 PM
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shelly

 
maybe i just need a break
that faraway island on a distant lake

i know exactly what you mean

thanks for the escape
 
Posted by shelly on Friday, March 28, 2008 - 6:14 PM
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terence gorton

 
embrace the positive shelly you may feel worse than you did yesterday but im sure you feel better than you will tomorrow..
 
Posted by terence gorton on Tuesday, July 01, 2008 - 5:58 PM
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terence gorton

 
thanks Miquel its good to know your not alone
 
Posted by terence gorton on Tuesday, July 01, 2008 - 5:58 PM
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Lady J. Fingertips

 
Like this stream-of-conscious poetry.

 
Posted by Lady J. Fingertips on Thursday, May 08, 2008 - 9:01 AM
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terence gorton

 
helen was a friend
a new friend
we met at work
she knew my mother
my mother was a nurse
a maternity nurse
she was present
at helens birth
helen was married to jim
jim worked overseas
they had a twelve year old son
danny
it was a works christmas party
helen couldnt find a taxi
i walked her home
it was cold
i gave her my coat and scarf
we got back to her house
danny was still up
playing computer games
she invited me in for coffee
i didnt fancy it
she asked me to fuck her
i said no
she never spoke to me again
not even when my mother died
 
Posted by terence gorton on Monday, June 09, 2008 - 12:34 PM
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B.Love

 
he stops to think...tick tock,
never mind the Jedi mind tricks.

The spout is dry, crumbs crusted
on his thighs where
female appreciation once was,
where fag is a synonym for smoke
and smoke a synonym for god,
all this eternal tugging seems like a lazy joke
just words like words, like man, like bloke
like silver spoons swayed down your throat;
pardon the reflex if it regurgitates
(it's an honest attempt for excuse).

If it all sounds so subtle, sound the horn
and reiterate past mistakes, saying sorry
the story went awry & that your heart hurts
when torn, shaken, and stirred--abrupt
manifestations, salty raindrops in a soundless storm...
drip drop...tick tock, I'm American, sound the horn
before the precision strikes strike collaterally.

Did I mention my heart hurts & I'm American?
Of course it's not a clever strategy;
propaganda prophesizing propaganda,
absurdities, such as sea monkeys in Uganda.

No, it is too direct and rebellious,
like the economy or our national state
of sodomy.



*this is what is referred to as the spastic excitement of a grain in the eye of a narcoleptic dog, or my poetry. top of the morning to ya.
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Posted by B.Love on Friday, May 09, 2008 - 9:23 AM
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terence gorton

 
i was offered a job writing for a magazine i said no i dont know why i was offered an exhibition with a talated artist i said no i dont know why i was offered sex with a beautiful woman i said no i dont know why ive not been to visit my mothers grave for six months i dont know why i hardly go out anymore and when i do i wish i hadnt i dont know why i cant look in mirrors anymore i dont know why i wont look at pictures of myself anymore i dont know why i had a record collection a big record collection full of gems 1960's northern soul monsters worth more than a penny or two i gave the fuckers away i dont know why ive not been to visit brentes grave for seven months i dont know why i had a rare lambretta scooter 1974 spanish servetta always turned the heads of those it passed i gave the fucker away i dont know why poetry i dont care if im wasting my time i dont care if ive wasted my time i dont care if people are laughing at me i have no plans for the future i have no fears for the future i dont care if people think im pretencious because i know im not and i aint no moaning bastard lifes easy too easy im just fucking lazy but thats ok cos lifes easy here for the many like me like you but not for the few no not there..WHERE..overthere lifes unfair so unfair for the many so many but not here no its clear lifes easy too easy were so lucky i do know this and i know this sounds like bullshit but its not honestly this time last year i almost jumped i wasnt depressed or maybe i was i kid myself its boredom maybe it is i dont know i still want to jump but i know i wont because i know the effect it would have on those close if i did and i wouldnt want anyone to feel the way i still feel after someone close to me did.........
 
Posted by terence gorton on Monday, June 09, 2008 - 12:35 PM
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Arthouse

 
in a world where for the most part,..style.. rules over substance,its a rare and real treat,to read your words norris
 
Posted by Arthouse on Friday, May 09, 2008 - 12:15 PM
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Dennis

 
Hey, finally got a chance to visit your page and read this first piece..

incredible stuff here...

awesome ..style.....unique
 
Posted by Dennis on Friday, May 09, 2008 - 4:31 PM
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terence gorton

 
you ever been to a manchester poetry night Dennis....
 
Posted by terence gorton on Tuesday, July 01, 2008 - 6:10 PM
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terence gorton

 
yeah...i went once
 
Posted by terence gorton on Monday, July 07, 2008 - 11:07 AM
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