“Can you hear it?”
At a Thai restaurant,
in the toilet,
I take a piss on a
statue of buddah
and say;
“come and get me
you fat, little,
mother fucker."
He doesn’t .
I join my family
back at the table
as if nothing had
ever happened
and in reality
nothing did.
A tree in the forest
is the same toilet
as a fat man
in a bathroom.
God can put both
my balls in his mouth
and swish em around
like a fairy floss
machine.
The International Syndicate of Cult Film Critics aim to celebrate shoddy B-movies and straight-to-video films. We will cover these flicks fondly, with tongues firmly kept in our cheeks. The one thing we ask of those who contribute to the Club is that you must watch the film in its entirety, even if this means having to strap yourself down onto a chair and getting your eyelids locked out like Alex DeLarge from ‘A Clockwork Orange’. It is imperative that you absorb the visual treats.
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"Drunk at the matinee" is a collection of candid poetry about stupid shit that we all experience from day to day.




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