SEPTEMBER 23rd ^°0.
Standing ''n the medieval poverty of Brck'anc East London.
Two men are talking about Health amidst the dead rats and
bread oues. . " . .We'l you have to 'ook after your 'iver. . the
kidneys don't matter that much "cos they can r'p them out
and out new ones in. . "
Same day. .ear''er on.a woman in m'dd'e age was pulling
posters off the waU. .1 looked for the cause of offense. .one
was a poll-tax-don't pay. .the other an antcrueche fair ,
Sunday81?'^ '990 3-00 am.. a boy with black nail varnish
and ripped clothes Is asking for a swig of cider, .tells me
its to keep the little yellow demons out of his stairs, . .
an hour later he is one of the sleeping people on the stage
as an accoustic set in turned into a banging pieces of metal
d i rge.
Severed heads on a pole laugthing at the screen.
In the dead of night, .woken sitting dead a brown cockroach
crawls slowly over my foot.. fat and lazy over the foot and
into its own oblivion of death.. crushed w^h bare footed an
-ger . .slime on the heel from the giant roach brown husk
peeled from the volentary body. .a thpusand eggs 'ayed r'ts
life worthless and term'neted by the absurd 'sst set of wt'l.
with me the ouoet arranging its f'nal act.            .    .
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