Sexually assaulting the vile mistresses Phil climbed into the city and stomped on indecisive territories. What a load of bullshit.
She sucked with unbelievable force. The hotel door opened and I looked up a long, dark corridor. Before stepping in I put out the joint I was smoking and stumbled in as my vision grew hazier, the purple haze had disrupted my entire nervous system and I was locked in autopilot transmission clinging onto all I could as god ate my brain with chopsticks. Diorama collapsed and disappeared alongside my consciousness as the walls came closer and closer, and closer and closer, and closer and closer, stop this! Sweat poured down a white washed wall of flesh, pretty girls danced naked around me and collided amongst buckets of breast milk and at 99 degrees I pissed myself in pain, Jesus christ get your fat cock off me I have had enough of bloodshed cyber porn, sci-fi sluts and mountain ranges. Believe me. Discotheques are collapsing under my feet this has gone too far, too fucking far, day dream into night time for all I care, call centre cum shots aligned into this galaxy as jupiter collides with pluto. Everything is upside down. Brick wall impact into the nearest virgin vagina, sex is no more, hospitals are here for you to abuse. Kill everyone else.
Put loads of new stuff on my website, and changed it around. Check out the ‘Colonic Irrigation’ section for loads of my call centre drawings - www.archiefitzgerald.com
My current soundtrack and favourite band. Also been writing quite a bit, here’s some I wrote yesterday:
I felt it rushing through my body, this love was no more. She forced an unclenched fist into my liver and disfigured my jaw from distracted paths. We slept side by side amongst creeps and swallows for five thousand years and nothing could’ve prepared my wretched, crippled body for this. I disguised a whore as a beautiful, horny mistress, stole a hundred pounds from a fat cunt of a businessman and compiled my entire knowledge of the physics of untold hieroglyphic space before performing the ritual to end all lucid dreaming. Creeping into this space I was welcomed by rows and rows of boxes, taller than unkempt infinity and longer than an entire northern pole of claustrophobia, I had to be in heaven.
Poster I’ve just done for a new compilation sampler thing for local label Stolen Body Records. Going to be an a3 poster wrapped around a download code and released on record store day, check out stolen body records if you’re into cool garage, blues and psychedelic stuff http://stolenbodyrecords.co.uk/
Poster/postcard design for upcoming performance ‘King of Ubu’ by Hannah Clark. Will be doing some prints (i think probably screen prints) to be selling on the night. http://www.facebook.com/events/192689550855121/