I am my own worst enemy I shoot from the hip But am deeply loved By those who hate me

I entered the cinema in my village in 1977 And emerged in 2020 It was showing the same film The Indians Are Still Far Away

I became lost in Cornwall at three days old And hid in a hole under a Lamora Tree I closed my eyes And awoke in Yorkshire Where I have stayed ever since

We have recently decorated the window Of our dining area with small festive lights This window can be seen From many parts of the house During the winter nights it pleases As it contrasts uniquely against The emptiness and violence Of the lonely and savage hours

I am travelling quite soon And will attempt to write A History of Straight People God is sponsoring my project Joe

There are lots of ways To reach God I chose love But I must have fucked up As I am sharing A railway waiting room With Inez and Estelle

Why are you laughing Joe It is something that Jordan Peterson said It has amused me Because it is so accurate Can I have a copy of it Be my guest Pete Woke: A pseudo-intellectual pastiche of postmodern and Neo-Marxist tropes, dedicated to the idea that categories themselves do nothing but privilege and oppress. Critical…

That seems a familiar title Joe It is was the title of a French movie Made a few years ago Good week Not too bad You The same but I was upset by something over the weekend Really Edward and I were in London when a girl walked towards us covered in blood She was…

I want you to wear a loose white shirt on the beach And red sandals And dark glasses The rest is up to you Wear bikini pants or cut downs Or even faded jeans There will be no nudity in my movie So apart from the white shirt The red sandals and the dark glasses…

I used to work with a Romanian girl Who was rather religious And whilst quite liberal in her views She disliked homosexuals And told me of a Romanian saying Do you want a dick up your arseor your soul in heaven I rather liked this As I consider that male homosexuality Is a sin and…