What a fookin world it is out there
A few years ago when a weird government backed initiative started trying to employ pretty much any one of my contemporaries as a makeshift mascot for their strange little property development projects ... Every single time I was tied up over giving the council a legal kicking regarding some humanitarian issue or blatant corruption charges , lo and behold , they would give a building to some corporation to start an arts collective , or suddenly have a mad dash attempt at running parallel operations , stuffing little boutique's into odd locations , weird little allegiances forming ' liberal arts collectives ' mural groups , mindful art Ness ( all really great at banging tambourines and paying the applicable rents rates and tax homages on their beverages and rainbow flags , sitting like well behaved children with a colouring book - but instead of a colouring book , it's grant funding applications - please sir , can I have some more? ....after more than 15 years of ideological austerity, recessions , credit crunches , brexits and pandemics ....please sir , can I have some more ? You people are the fucking end of the world personified as a veritable braying pack of village idiots ...and you don't even know it , well maybe you do but you just don't care -out there competing over percentages and likes and target audience optimisations ....your all fucking mental !!! )
I started to be sure of the scent of shit on the wind , it's hard to ascertain for certain what with all these interestingly timed tyre fires that seem to spontaneously and miraculously pumping out confusing aromas into the scene
I said to a friend of mine at the time - this feels a bit like that movie , what was it called - the talented Mr Ripley
These days of course , the sphere of my apparent influence is indeed as broad as I was originally aiming for - despite my cantankerous disposition and the lack of love that has apparently afforded me
These days I'm far more reflective of a quote from the movie ' the assassination of Jesse James by the coward Robert Ford '
" you know i can't figure it out ....do you want to be like me ? Or do you want to be me ? "
We live in some funny bloody muddy water these days
Stuff that in your eligible funding criteria 😆
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