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Posts tagged “Kerry Katona

Bad Girls of the 50s/All-night Joints & All-night Dames/That Cool Cat From Not That Far Back Wants Hotdogs

The TRUCKS that hi-ball thru the night!

The ALL-NIGHT joints of dames and java!

The rough-tough guys and wide-eyed Dolls who get their kicks from BENZEDRINE!

and saturday night ¬†drinks in bars where all the ladies bad dentistry/dolphin and tribal tattoos adorn tired flesh/dirty flat beers with the best company/but me on the sleazier side of drunk/watching karaoke kings and queens/once upon a time I was falling in love/now I’m only falling apart/as the doors lock and the kerry katona iceland treats come out on paper plates/tandoori chicken bites and soggy goujons/the dirtiest tapas you ever saw disappear with drained pints of stale lager/and we three slip away/a blur of taxi rides through the misty streets/into the a.m./where dark rooms shuffle a sinister cabaret of shemales/fags in drag/and a muted hard-on in my trousers/and I can hear the static noise of drunk in my ears/playground legends just tourists in this grim safari/too drunk to be disgusted or to get my dick sucked in the back room/she says she wants it rough/for me to pull her hair/and call her a dirty slut/but that nausea I can’t shake/like the dirt in my belly I can never throw up hard or deep enough to get out/and breakfast fried plantain with scrambled eggs and peppers/and that cool cat from not that far back/wants hot-dogs

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Kenny Powers Bedroom/Leviathan/Kerry Katona and the Modern Man

“during the time men live without a common power to keep them all in awe, they are in that condition which is called war; and such a war as is of every man against every man”

Thomas Hobbes

last night I awoke in the am/ the fear of failure/and desperation/raped me like a great big dirty dick whilst I slept/and I took 10mg of valium/and watched season 2 of eastbound and down and drank strawberry nesquik.

eastbound and down is an incredible show/and perfect in every way/it captures self-destruction, sleaze, vanity and ego with unflinching accuracy/it paints a portrait of the true essence of the modern mans psyche/the parts of us that we keep hidden/not because they are too ugly, bust because they are ridiculous, pathetic and hilarious/that without finding something to aspire too and accomplish/it is these characteristics that will define us/and we will all end up like Kerry Katona; bloated, soulless and bitter/flaunting her grim celebration of the human form in lads mags and asda ads/forever hideous/as if no amount of powder of cream foundation can cover/how twisted and vile her soul is/this faux fame without talent/creates monsters.

strippers and sleaze/cut in with drug abuse and indian midgets/a carnival pain and comedy and profanity/a series of false starts to enlightenment that go nowhere but down/a testament to tenacity in the face of adversity/of the inabilty to change/but the refusal to stop trying; the refusal to accept the status quo.

and to answer the question I think I’m an ass man/but for at least 2 days of the week I obsess over tits/and along with arrested development this my favorite comedy show/and I wish there was more of both/and I feel that failure /whilst devestating/is also kind of amusing/and we should at least¬†be honest with ourselves about how ego-driven, childish, cruel, selfish and ugly we can be/and doesn’t kenny powers bedroom

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