Baktruppen visited us.

On the box it says...

On the box it says to put the tablet under my tongue and leave it. I know however from experience that it’s not going to fizz and miraculously disappear pulling me with it into a deep dreamless sleep. I want to fall away quickly and quietly so I swallow two straight down with the anti-depressant I really should have taken this morning - I crunch another one for good measure. This is what nothing tastes like - if nothing had a taste it would be a Bioglan Homeopathic Sleep Well Travel Pack. The asian lady in the pharmacy guided me straight to the herbal section when I told her I wanted to sleep. She briefly referenced the harder stuff behind the counter but without encouragement pushing instead the more natural option. I suppose you have to be a bit more hardcore to get the real sleeping pills- ~I think that’s what finished Judy Garland off in the end, that and various other drugs unfathomable to my pedestrian lifestyle- I do wander though if the glamour I have attached to chemicals I can’t even name is healthy- but then again I think a deep urge to purge and shit at the same time can’t be good either really. Even the anti-depressants prescribed to me were regular, nothing interesting you could drop at dinner parties like prozac or toilet duck…nope - 20mg of Citalopram like every other self indulgent 20 something with a penchant for David Lynch and Golden Virginia.
It’s not like I go to dinner parties anyway… We don’t seem to have got there yet…
I want to know when you stop getting pissed in the pub and start boozing at home? Maybe I should buy a bottle of port and start early. It might speed up the menopause so I can get it over and done with and enjoy a long mid life crises starting at 21 and ending perhaps 10 years before I clock off. Then I will buy one of those 101 things to do before you die books and work my way through it. That way when I do die and people have to think of nice things to say about me the excitement from 10 years of bunging jumping and flying really big kites painted with words like “CUNT” and “JIGGLE GRANNY JIGGLE” over Wimbledon will overshadow the previous years of bad breadth and premature dementia.

GREEN IS NOT THE NEW BLACK!

GREEN IS NOT THE NEW BLACK.

You cannot buy green at Topshop or Selfridges.

Green is not cool, trendy or even postmodern.

Green will not give you one up on your neibours or promote you.

GREEN IS NOT THE NEW BLACK.

Green is not a fad or an alternative way of living.

Green is not fast release.

GREEN IS NOT THE NEW BLACK.

Green is blue, red, yellow, brown, violet, white and grey.

Green won't be tacky next season.

Green is a choice not to be made via consumption.

Green is good.

Miracle

Let’s facilitate the growth- muds, navies, grey.
Layer that growth…
Till it towers on low.

Let’s water and plough, feed and bathe
Till it’s time.

Let it breed and be bred.
Pulsate, expand, enclose
the eyes just open, just welcome

Those paint blue eyes, Sky 126
Arms missing the mountains climb.
Legs a loss of planets to jump and
Stars to ride.

Our little miracle has turned.
Now it stifles, muffles, drowns.

Call on and off boxes- which is which?
Where do we look but those dank
Colours, neons that glaze those double seas

Chew and breath
Chew and breath