Tigers at Layer Road 21:11 - Sep 23 with 15933 views | SparkfilmsTV | In a strange twist of events l found myself in conversation with a young lady who had attended Layer Road for a match against Hull City in our first season in The Championship. The 5-1 encounter. We were attending a promo evening for a band called The Datsuns in North London in 2008. During the evening she explained that she had been present at a party that made the national news due to the tragic death of someone by the name of Mark Blanco. The incident occurred in December 2006. This incident will be shown on Channel 4 on Monday night at 22.00 in an hour long documentary and several people known to me have made contributions. It may be of interest to some. I am very much hoping that the police will reinvestigate the death of Mark Blanco as a result of what will be included in the content. I know that what l was told by this young lady 15 years ago has been instrumental in the making of this documentary. | ![](/images/avatars/0.gif) | | | ![](/images/icons/ignore-user.png) |
Tigers at Layer Road on 12:26 - Feb 8 with 1539 views | SparkfilmsTV | SQUAT Yellow snow warning Red missile approaching from the east You've got your hands Around the throat of the Priest And through the mesh You see the sky turn to orange Better to run for cover Than curl up and die Gathering the gear And your Tesco carrier bag Fatal fix when you are near Forever in the everclear There's blood on the duvet Where your hips swayed Barefoot down the fire escape To make your getaway Past the pharmacy In the schizoid dawn Tower blocks screaming In a siren storm And now Some kind of rendezvous In a boarded up squat At the back end of town South of the underpass Staring in a trance Blowing smoke rings With your back against the wall Just like it always was A place to call home For twenty four hours With your supply Of bacon and brie sandwiches And coffee flask And despite your unquestionable bravado You always discarded the crusts Floating in the silence and solitude Shielded by reinforced concrete and steel Respite from the crush of burner phones Free from filters and profiles 'Cause when it gets tough, all gets too much You just go off grid Despite your former glory Always a sense of foreboding A thrill seeker who would stop at nothing A gun for hire awaiting command Just a step away from the glittering prize Saline drip Salt in your eyes Taken from LESBIAN ESPIONAGE Copyright Sparkfilms Thanks to those of you who are still following 😊😊🦮🦮 [Post edited 8 Feb 12:34]
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Tigers at Layer Road on 07:10 - Feb 9 with 1445 views | noah4x4 | Responding to “Thanks to those of you who are still following 😊😊🦮🦮….” Some of us are curious Ray. Is “Lesbian Espionage “a past album, a future album, or a collection of poetry and who is the artiste and author? Is it your original work? I tried Google and it took me up some very odd paths…… | ![](/images/avatars/1523.gif) | | ![](/images/icons/ignore-user.png) |
Tigers at Layer Road on 09:27 - Feb 9 with 1426 views | SparkfilmsTV | Hello Phil, 'Lesbian Espionage' is a new word / image / sound project written by myself over the past few years. Still not sure what form it may take as yet ( if any ). Part of it has been produced using artificial intelligence - sound recordings with a 'voice over' from Ukraine. There are other parts of the project that may be expanded ( Ghosts of Berlin ) where we have it translated into German and possibly extend that into something musical. This thread began with the Mark Blanco incident in 2006 which put quite a few of us back in touch. Some of them asked what l was doing now and l posted a few pieces from LE on here. I was very pleasantly surprised that people were reading them. It might be hard to believe for some ( writing dark vibes ) that there are occasional 'requests' as such. I started writing this stuff in the mid nineties and there are eight books circling around the world now. Because of online and eBay etc the works get recycled and have found many different corners of the world. It anyone, anywhere can take anything from the words - theatre, music, film etc ( and we have had all of those ) then it's worthwhile. Admittedly, the content is unusual for a football forum but that is just how the thread panned out. While l'm on here thanks to some 'Tigers' fans up there in the great city of Hull who have been following. | ![](/images/avatars/0.gif) | | ![](/images/icons/ignore-user.png) |
Tigers at Layer Road on 08:45 - Feb 10 with 1374 views | SparkfilmsTV | Back to the opening thread and a little cameo from the Hull City visit to Layer Road. Dean Windass took a while to disembark the coach and by the time he presented himself at the player's gate in a reversed baseball cap he was denied access to the ground and directed to the away end turnstyle by the steward. Dean insisted he was a player and asked for manager Phil Brown to come out and confirm. True to form Phil Brown came out and viewing Windass in the company of the match day steward confirmed he didn't know the individual. This was typical of Brown who is blessed with a great sense of humour and was a talented singer. This went on for a few minutes but there was a happy ending and Dean Windass saw the funny side of it. Dean Windass was born and bred in the great city of Hull and had a wonderful career. | ![](/images/avatars/0.gif) | | ![](/images/icons/ignore-user.png) |
Tigers at Layer Road on 12:21 - Feb 10 with 1351 views | SparkfilmsTV | While l focus on Hull City l particularly recall watching highlights of some of their matches on Anglia TV back in the 60's and early 70's. I would like to draw attention to these incredible stats from the player's that l remember from a golden era of football CHRIS CHILTON - Centre Forward, 415 games for Hull City with 193 goals! KEN WAGSTAFF - Inside Forward, 378 games with 173 goals! KEN HOUGHTON - Inside Forward, 264 games played with 79 goals scored! That amounts to over 1,000 appearances for Hull City. That kind of data could never be replicated in the modern game. Additionally, that lovely old ground by the name of Boothferry Park had a record attendance of 55,000 for a match in 1949. Great Club in a Great City! Sending All Best Wishes from Colchester. xxxxx | ![](/images/avatars/0.gif) | | ![](/images/icons/ignore-user.png) |
Tigers at Layer Road on 19:08 - Feb 10 with 1318 views | SparkfilmsTV | 10th DIMENSION Put On That Slinky Black Dress That Clings To The Contours Of Your Incredible Body Put On Your Diamond Earrings That Reflect Starlight On All That Come Near You Put On The High Heels You Bought In Milan Whose Echoes Are Heard By God's In The Heavens Shake Your Hair Let It F A L L On Your Shoulders Making You Look Lovelier Than Ever Spray On The Fragrance That Makes You White Hot And Takes You Into The Tenth Dimension Give Me A Drug That Numbs The Senses For I Am In Danger Of Drowning In Your Ocean Taken from THE EROTIC CAFE Written in Grand Avenue, Muswell Hill, London, England | ![](/images/avatars/0.gif) | | ![](/images/icons/ignore-user.png) |
Tigers at Layer Road on 19:44 - Feb 10 with 1314 views | SparkfilmsTV | HUSH Debris rains down On the South bound carriageway Radar tracks as metal smacks Into tarmac Micro man has panic attack As missiles approach And windscreen cracks Masts rush past Blasting out emissions While locals aghast Hold placards and petitions Through ultra violet skies Jets fly out to sea Dropping bombs on Sizewell B And radio towers will bleep Coded messages to sheep Then the flowers In an eerie silence Saying goodbye To those that they love And the quietness Is forever Hush pretty baby Taken from THE EROTIC CAFE Written on the drive to BT at Martlesham Heath, Suffolk, UK in 1996 WALKING AT NIGHT Stepping out Into this land Of shrink wrapped bottle blondes Ringtones and logos Where pillow talk is cheap And it's nine below zero I think of a time When l longed for you to call Only yesterday I saw a man staring in the deep freeze Punch drunk by cardboard meals for one Tonight Moonlit profiles rush by In a flicker book of dreams That never happen Odd particles of consumer durables Scattered in this doorway Where we got burned in the flames Now Only silence remains Alleyway lights on dimmers Housewives scan ads for slimmers And girls that taste of perfume Gaze into IKEA mirrors A pink loveheart Crushed on the laminate At Flat 14A Taken from BLUEPRINT FOR LIFE Written in Colchester, UK | ![](/images/avatars/0.gif) | | ![](/images/icons/ignore-user.png) |
Tigers at Layer Road on 10:29 - Feb 11 with 1286 views | SparkfilmsTV | UK LIVING Fords thrashed Astra's crashed And suicide plights Housewives bashed Schoolgirls flashed And animal rights Yardies mashed Throats gashed And Nazi whites Rooms trashed Giro cashed And love bites Acid splashed Mistress lashed And ugly sites This is UK living Pick up a brochure today Teens stare At screen glare Attackers tear underwear Kids on E's Divorcees Vandalised trees Backstreet sleaze Speed kills Sleeping pills Nil Nils And road drills Access snags For weekend Dad's With carrier bags Nomads Schoolgirl sex pest Undressed Confessed This is UK living Non stop Brit Pop Corner shops And bus stops Wife beaters Happy Eaters Sun seekers Cheap heaters Bovis Homes Cellnet phones Top Man clones No-go zones Head butts At Pizza Hut Shops shut And Silk Cut Freemasons Dark locations Wayne's and Jason's Time wasters Cheap brands Wastelands Tribute bands Cheap scams Cash Converters Factory shirkers Wife deserters And loads of flirters Shelf stackers Chicken packers CB hackers Christmas crackers This is UK living Crap settees Quick decrees Legal fees Rennie Rapeze Highchairs Push chairs Despair and welfare Take a leaflet Soft porn Hard porn Popcorn And overdrawn And while l think about it xxxx off the CSA! Wife swappers Bent coppers Tennie boppers And blow jobbers ( To be continued - taken from BLUEPRINT FOR LIFE, and written in June 1996 in Colchester ). [Post edited 11 Feb 10:32]
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Tigers at Layer Road on 11:13 - Feb 11 with 1274 views | TheOldOakTree | That is clearly the work of a talented wordsmith….. ……but if it’s the script for an up-and-coming ‘Visit England’ commercial, I’ll be honest, it could do with some polishing. | ![](/images/avatars/0.gif) | | ![](/images/icons/ignore-user.png) |
Tigers at Layer Road on 12:16 - Feb 11 with 1257 views | SparkfilmsTV | UK LIVING continued Faith healers Straight tequilas Class A dealers And vice sqeelers Human zoo Neck tattoos Spar shampoo And Kung Fu Benefit aid Underpaid Flagging trade And another 200 layed off in Essex This is UK Living Liam Gallagher was Prime Minister And Gazza was laying face down at Wembley And Alison YOU WERE THE MOST FANTASTIC WOMAN IN MY LIFETIME I will never forget you Tabloids Steroids Androids And the unemployed Tinsel trash Pie and mash Pebble dash Culture clash Empty souls Digging holes Bacon rolls Barbie dolls Junk mail Cons on bail Cons in jail Clearance sales Battered whore On the floor Holding score Breaking law Drunk drivers Dare devil riders Deep sea divers And neck spiders Avon Jane's With ankle chains In bowling lanes Empty brains Crow bars Low cars Loadsa jars Under pars Kids at raves Microwaves Low paid slaves Super saves Lover grips Silicone tits Curvey bits And rips Ann Summers wear off while watching Match of the Day at a 3 bed semi in South Woodham Ferrer's This is near Chelmsford in Essex in case anyone was wondering Love bites Pub fights Cheap tights Building sites CD ROMs Video Comms Protection from peeping toms Lonely hearts After dark Look for tarts And spare parts Wash and go Dosh and blow Cosh and go And run down the road like xxxx Block pathing Insider trading Sun bathing And parading yer flash BMW Suicide blondes Local cons And another youth absconds with a handbag On Southend sea front This is UK Living Circa June 1996 I know because l was there and l saw it ( To be continued - taken from BLUEPRINT FOR LIFE ). | ![](/images/avatars/0.gif) | | ![](/images/icons/ignore-user.png) |
Tigers at Layer Road on 14:12 - Feb 11 with 1232 views | SparkfilmsTV | UK LIVING continued Tyres slashed And windscreen smashed Cindy Beals Deals on wheels Grants and Phils Like Cathy's meals Paper trips Bags of chips Lipseal lips And hidden whips Attitudes Frozen food Family feuds Fashions crude And many hair styles were crude too Legal disputes Money disputes Homes uproot Decree absolute Pulp fiction Hygena kitchens Council petitions Drug addiction Bingo halls Lottery balls Artex walls and trinket stalls Jailbait On blind dates Love fakes Bring heartache Sticks of rock Aimless flocks Concrete blocks And digital clocks Kids invade Penny arcades In designer shades With silver blades We go out onto the A12 early on Saturday morning in June 1996 Fox splattered Litter scattered Windscreens shattered Panels battered A Texas landscape Ugly shapes Planet of the apes Scene of rapes Pneumatic drills Headache pills Standstills A treadmill Stuck on tarmac In a tailback Waiting for A rage attack Power lines Freak designs And Frankenstein's And so... Eventually back to the delights of a market town Sheep More sheep And pigs Detector vans Lager cans Ultra violet tans And one night stands Tonight and every night This is UK living Big Mac's And baseball caps Unpaid tax And suicide pacts The ghosts of mods and rockers at funerals Redundant dockers and beta blockers at weddings, Funerals and anniversary parties in community halls Concrete slabs Donna kebabs Smash 'n grabs On mini cabs But don't try it now 'cause the guys are better equipped these days Graffiti walls Hidden hauls Screw balls in street brawls This is UK living Taken from BLUEPRINT FOR LIFE - to be continued. [Post edited 11 Feb 14:18]
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Tigers at Layer Road on 14:33 - Feb 11 with 1228 views | SparkfilmsTV | UK LIVING continued Leased daughters Street walkers Neat talkers Beat stalkers And so l get a local paper as l have half an hour to kill in Basildon Driver stabbed in mini cab Child grabbed from stepdad Living rough Up the duff Hand cuffs And class B stuff down the back of a settee High heels Slick deals Quick meals And kids steal Comes second nature French lessons Half hour sessions Private confessions And strange obsessions Burger bars Stolen cars Scrap yards and marked cards Hidden syringe Bottles of gin Late night spins Into Wheely bins Getting your kicks UK living Sex on the net Snakes as pets On line debts And threats from local scum carrying shotguns would shoot their own mums Girl power At the midnight hour Climb towers Give face showers Schoolgirls in mini skirts Place adverts Lure perverts Pose for photos Seen in phone boxes and many other places You would never expect THIS IS UK LIVING JUNE 1996 I KNOW BECAUSE l WAS THERE Many thanks to anyone who has trawled through this step back in time. Written from experiencing the Essex landscape of Colchester, Southend and Basildon but eventually performed in Brighton, Cardiff, Newcastle, Birmingham and London. [Post edited 11 Feb 14:37]
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Tigers at Layer Road on 20:32 - Feb 12 with 1163 views | SparkfilmsTV | PSYCHEDELIC SILHOUETTE - WARNING / REFERENCE to CLASS A SUBSTANCE Let's create live theatre Here now With no rehearsal No practiced lines No start times And no end times I will arrange the lighting Assorted candles And a mini strobe Blowing coloured shadows Into the bathroom I am the audience You, a born entertainer A psychedelic silhouette Smoking crack in the bath We discover our birthdays Are two days apart Tenth and twelfth of March What else could one expect? Coming together like this This is 'live' theatre PSYCHEDELIC SILHOUETTE Taken from DIRTY BLONDE AT THE CASH MACHINE By a fortunate coincidence DIRTY BLONDE by Courtney Love was released at virtually the same time in 2006. | ![](/images/avatars/0.gif) | | ![](/images/icons/ignore-user.png) |
Tigers at Layer Road on 20:54 - Feb 12 with 1159 views | SparkfilmsTV | SAVING A LIFE Always thought That l was born to save a life Maybe yours? Some guardian angel Appearing out of the mist By the Audi dealership In your darkest moment A luminescent being With the third eye master plan Reading like a script From a television play You will do all in your power to resist But l....l will not be deterred Not this time You see, Something happened while you slept I watched you for four hours All those little movements Hand clenched Unclenched Some indecipherable incantation at 3.35am Ten minutes later You turned towards the wardrobe Momentarily opened your eyes And kissed me softly on the cheek In your half sleep Our first physical contact And maybe the only physical contact That would occur While l was doing everything l could To save your life Taken from DIRTY BLONDE AT THE CASH MACHINE Images shot on location in Luton, UK Photography - Stuart Nicholls Model ( street cast in Poland Street, London ) - Julie Patterson We shot some of this behind Luton Town F.C. Sleeve notes by Dot Allison. | ![](/images/avatars/0.gif) | | ![](/images/icons/ignore-user.png) |
Tigers at Layer Road on 21:11 - Feb 12 with 1153 views | SparkfilmsTV | MOONCAR RADIO Heavy mist star glow Mooncar radio bleeds in the shadows Blue stripe carrier bag Twisting in the break light Heel from size four shoe Crying in the hedgerow The transfixed gaze of officers As passing phantoms Carry cans through the suburban Netherland Silent screams from deep within Muted mercy cries at the bottle bank Destroying evidence Of second generation malfunction Think blank Mooncar radio bleeds in the shadows Heavy mist star glow On every roundabout From here to eternity Revolving emergency Graffiti ghost breakdance in the subway And half the population Will suffer in silence tonight And every night Taken from DIRTY BLONDE AT THE CASH MACHINE The subject matter just came from driving around Greenstead roundabout in Colchester. The Tesco carrier bag was blowing around and there was a police car and ambulance circumnavigating the roundabout. Anyone who knows this area will be aware of the subway. | ![](/images/avatars/0.gif) | | ![](/images/icons/ignore-user.png) |
Tigers at Layer Road on 21:20 - Feb 12 with 1152 views | SparkfilmsTV | KAMIKAZE WAiTRESS Full bleed soft shadow Drip feed ice psycho Your hour of need It could have come at any time Try 4.35am Then again Four hours later 'It's Katie, I really need to speak to you urgently....' Your power Taking me back To the 24 hour service station It's Katie In all your glory Your every move recorded on CCTV And by me I ended up with four of your plastic lighters Your soft Oxfordshire accent running through me All your messages Recorded and digitised I listen to them Through the night Sitting here Waiting for you to call Taken from DIRTY BLONDE AT THE CASH MACHINE | ![](/images/avatars/0.gif) | | ![](/images/icons/ignore-user.png) |
Tigers at Layer Road on 21:45 - Feb 12 with 1151 views | SparkfilmsTV | HIGHBURY BEDSIT Light the tip of an incense stick Gently blow the flame out And place the stick in a holder Keep it away from curtains And other soft furnishings Use it as a natural air-freshener Or simply enjoy it for the fragrance Light eight vanilla and clove candles And place them around the room Do not put on the TV or any sensitive surface Do not move when alight Or when the wax is still liquid Turn out all other lights Turn on the dry ice machine Turn on the smoke machine Play 'We're only science' by Dot Allison At maximum volume Breathe in deeply Count slowly to ten Breathe in deeply again You will find yourself rising slowly From the floor Do not be alarmed You will be transported out through the sash window Even though this window may be closed You will rise to a level of approximately 100 feet above the ground You will feel safe and warm You will have the ability to see and move through buildings Make any wish ... Taken from DIRTY BLONDE AT THE CASH MACHINE If anyone has followed this thread from the beginning you should be joining up some of the connecting points by now. Message to Banksy - You like Colchester then. 😊😊😊 | ![](/images/avatars/0.gif) | | ![](/images/icons/ignore-user.png) |
Tigers at Layer Road on 19:57 - Feb 13 with 1094 views | SparkfilmsTV | FRIDGE DOOR Opening shot Hand opening fridge door Pan into yoghurt Sound Stiletto on ceramic Silver switch clicks A flick of blonde hair Reminiscent Of the first move Captured Between Kentish Town And Tufnell Park The same hand No ring Clasping Veins slightly protruding Face obscured But a flick of blonde hair at Archway Skin Eyes Texture Then for a fleeting moment Symmetry Power Engineered by Gods Delivered by Angels Highgate Eyes fixed downwards The thought of that hand Turning the pages of a book Stirring Coffee mate At midnight Gesturing at dinner parties In East Finchley Its warmth at night Its coldness in December In black satin At The Adelphi Taken from DIRTY BLONDE AT THE CASH MACHINE | ![](/images/avatars/0.gif) | | ![](/images/icons/ignore-user.png) |
Tigers at Layer Road on 20:23 - Feb 13 with 1092 views | SparkfilmsTV | DIRTY BLONDE AT THE CASH MACHINE Your dirty blonde hair You're everywhere I'm here Seemingly nowhere Tracing your moves On some satellite tracking system Following all these thin yellow lines Running across the screens Telling me that you spent 12 minutes at an address Somewhere near the Tesco's roundabout Doesn't tell me the street number But l can guess Your dirty blonde hair You're everywhere Standing in the kitchen In your unmatching underwear Throwing paper darts At the washing machine Last night's vodka and nicotine A live fuse in the slipstream And l'm here But only just Occupying a space near the tumble dryer In your line of fire Somewhat unnoticed A living ghost That just walked on to your private set Trying to get close It's been days now Since I've been trailing in your shadows Taking you To vandalised payphones In the dead of night Listening to your anguished pleas Watching your moves in rear view mirrors Your dirty blonde hair Getting everywhere On the car seat with your takeaway Nescafé Your compulsive addictive state Putting me in a compulsive addictive state Realising that somehow and against all the odds You were capable of putting her Out of my mind The irony being That you were rescuing me from my demons While l may never be able To rescue you from yours Despite it all In my mind Rehearsing killer lines Your heart beating next to mine For longer than 40 minutes at a time All your possessions And all your worldly goods That seem to amount to nothing more Than 2 carrier bags And that stuff that you Carry around in your pockets Tainted with the scent of freedom Bring it here Your dirty blonde hair Your white skirt And your Next shirt with the ripped collar That transcends fashion Don't go back to that run down b&b Not now Not ever Taken from DIRTY BLONDE AT THE CASH MACHINE | ![](/images/avatars/0.gif) | | ![](/images/icons/ignore-user.png) |
Tigers at Layer Road on 20:42 - Feb 13 with 1091 views | SparkfilmsTV | CHASER ( dedicated to the guys in MASSIVE ATTACK ). There's a chaser out on the highway Youths are spitting cola on windscreens Near the interchange Where She's walking in the rain Kicking her heels Someone out there Will be closing a deal before midnight Someone saw a fadeout And cut a face out of a shadow Pasted it in a phone booth At the airport in Glasgow Where they're planning the next move Through all the red lights South Of The City In A Warehouse Lit With 40 Strobes Crawling Across The Floor Up The Staircase To The Mezzanine Stripped Bare The Glare Erasing The Stare Of The Private Audience There's a chaser out on the highway Someone ending it all on the hard shoulder Kids pissing off bridges And dropping concrete blocks on the track That's the crack Taken from DIRTY BLONDE AT THE CASH MACHINE Written in Novotel Hotel, Glasgow | ![](/images/avatars/0.gif) | | ![](/images/icons/ignore-user.png) |
Tigers at Layer Road on 14:06 - Feb 14 with 1044 views | SparkfilmsTV | SHADOW PLAY Your psyche Wielding its way Up the staircase Onto the landing Bathes in the sun rays Diffuses scent Splays ten years of memory In the microbe dust atmosphere Some lurid pose Virgin bitch Whore goddess In swirling musk Biker speeds off in shadow world Blasting rock leaking fuel The kebab shop angel calls Six digit cab numbers Debris decorates the day The headset still playing On the spot where he lay Talk to me baby Rise up and walk away Think of us in that shabby bedsit Getting high on cola and love Fish and chips off newspapers The run down pubs A utopian heaven If only.... If only we could tell them The ambulance arrived The skies all florescent The earth pulsating Lifting us above the hollow Mourners pouring out their grief From the tower of St. Stephens The colours of the flowers beneath Lighting up this drab town I'm coming round again To see you in all your glory In the cracked mirror By the sash window Above the kerb and the gutter Where it all happens The dog ends and the beer cans The slaughter of the innocent Want you to be the one That l remember in ten thousand years Clear as yesterday Clear as now Your head jerking backwards Honey milk fusion Moving dynamics Shadow play illusion Heard about twenty five layers of paint on some car Saw the loose change in your coffee jar Know where l would rather be Press yourself against me in this film In the cut the skies are all florescent Push yourself against me in this dream The beginning and the end And everything in between Taken from BLUEPRINT FOR LIFE | ![](/images/avatars/0.gif) | | ![](/images/icons/ignore-user.png) |
Tigers at Layer Road on 14:40 - Feb 14 with 1040 views | SparkfilmsTV | TALKING TO YOU Begged, borrowed and stolen I can see that now It's not just something that people say Not in your case anyway I ask you where you spent Christmas Day 'Peterborough Prison' So you got done for shop lifting clothes In a win win situation You either got to keep the clothes or got caught And did three weeks You got caught - your preferred option With your own private room in a quiet corridor With a brand new television 'Not much different from a hotel really The main difference is that it is free And all the meals are provided' I can see that you've come so far And that there is no stigma involved And this is what l learn during our conversations Allowing you to smoke your Rollie's Blowing smoke rings In this strictly non smoking environment And you look me in the eye And every thing about you is truth Despite its origins Could we create anything from this? Something outside this project? Strange how things have progressed All the taped interviews Trying to explain things to the police I keep the things they gave me Little white plastic tubes And pieces of paper Dealing with all their questioning Their psyche, their prying And tonight it's the blue lights again But they just don't seem to get it do they? We explain They stand there with glazed expressions It's all in reverse Them, us, this Turning itself upside down The one with the clearest head by a mile is you Because you know what fear is Facing it all and dealing with everything That is thrown at you with consummate ease Everything has become so mad That it is even becoming normal to me We've got the Big Story A year of this now and l can't begin to remember it all Even with an 80,000 word journal to help me Three books of poetry and a film all but finished It moved so fast and we have come full circle Several times over And l still have the killer stuff to write About the body parts in the freezer I've been saving that for the ending When maybe there will be no ending Just a new beginning Taken from IPSWICH ZERO 6 [Post edited 14 Feb 14:42]
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Tigers at Layer Road on 15:06 - Feb 14 with 1036 views | SparkfilmsTV | RUST You're in this deep Even deeper than before If that was ever possible Keeper of the stash A carrier bag of cash That you use as a pillow An expensive one at £16,000 The booty keeper Night creeper Light sleeper Down here in the gravel The dust and the rust The walls are seeping And you're not sleeping like you used to And l'm watching you imagining the pictures that you see And the voices that you hear As you spiral downwards Falling from an airplane Breaking into pieces Drowning in a whirlpool You shake, and waking your eyes open But you don't see me Just an interrogators dazzle Some fatalistic tailspin A feather in a headwind Crying in a hedgerow Dying on death row Then suddenly you leap Your nails claw down the wall You're not dreaming anymore This is far worse Taken from IPSWICH ZERO 6 | ![](/images/avatars/0.gif) | | ![](/images/icons/ignore-user.png) |
Tigers at Layer Road on 15:17 - Feb 14 with 1035 views | SparkfilmsTV | REACTOR Flash of eyelash Pulled up your coat collar and your hair was blowing back Reactor Street corner supernova Time was when l became obsessive about someone like you Coming through into the sanctuary of this inner space Rapacious Thriller Killer in lace Hint Skin sin Heady scene in the edited dream Of 'The curse of the kiss' Come a little closer said the jailer Watch the trailer while l slowly undress you You won't notice a thing Stay fanatical There's a picture in the supplement All glossy Sultry and seductive It could easily be you What do you think? Blink You're a death wish waiting in the shadows Tongue 'The movable muscular structure in the mouth - It is used for tasting' And speaking? Ravenous in the hallway Taken from IPSWICH ZERO 6 | ![](/images/avatars/0.gif) | | ![](/images/icons/ignore-user.png) |
Tigers at Layer Road on 15:40 - Feb 14 with 1028 views | SparkfilmsTV | ZERO SECOND WARNING SYSTEM By the third line You'd opened up a chapter in someone else's life Falling in slow motion from a motorway bridge A starfish x-rayed against the ultra violets Ricochets in the tyre tracks Landing by a rose thorn near the roadside Bleeding your beautiful blood in the gaze of Valentino A week earlier you stood alone defiant Your eyes so full of fire, so full of anger 'We want trees not tarmac' A one person protest in a field at 10am Joan of Arc on horseback in the city Crushing all the cartons screaming revolution I saw the Cathedral gleaming in the distance My heart pounding drowning out the traffic You were putting on you make up In the splendent song of morning Lowered my guard and revealed my soul To window shoppers and post grads Cascading around you, the place that l found you All those months ago, when we went back to the bedsit Saw your face in the fabric of everything And now at this table l lay out the bank notes Damp and camomile scented Distant voices running through me merging together Makes me feel Like l don't know how l feel Taken from IPSWICH ZERO 6 Written in Lincoln, UK Illustrated by students from The University of Lincoln and Nottingham Trent University. | ![](/images/avatars/0.gif) | | ![](/images/icons/ignore-user.png) |
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