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Ruthless babysitting

SO THIS IS WHAT I'VE SPENT MY TIME DOING
WAITING FOR SALLY'S DAUGHTERS TO GROW UP
I KNOW YOU'RE FOND OF QUESTIONS
SO HERE'S SOME FUCKING ANSWERS
WE'LL GENTLY REWRITE SOME HISTORY
AND MAKE BELIEVE IT'S ALL ABOUT EMPATHY AND COMPASSION

BUT FIRST TELL ME AGAIN IN BAD FUCKING ENGLISH
ABOUT YOUR THREE MONTHS AS A PROSTITUTE
THE ART PROJECT GONE BAD
THE TRIP HOME AT CHRISTMAS TO GET THE MONEY FOR AN ABORTION
400 EUROS IN YOUR HAND THAT YOU SWORE YOU COULDN'T FIND
ANOTHER WAY
I'D HAVE PAID GLADLY

I CAUGHT YOU GOING THROUGH THE RUBBISH AGAIN
EMPTY BLISTER PACKS OF SILDENAFIL CITRATE
WHY WOULD YOU WANT TO WORSHIP THAT SICKLY GREY MESS?
WHERE'S THE ECSTATIC TRUTH IN THATà
THE FRENCH HARLOT CHILD PROMISING 'SOON OR NEVER?
THE PAEDOPHILE IN LOVE GAZING AT 70s SNAPSHOTS
AND FEELING VERY FUCKING SAFE
AS SAFE AS BRIGHT-EYED ANNE SCRIBBLING BY CANDLELIGHT
YOU CHERISH THE IMAGE OF HER AWKWARDLY POSED IN THE STREET
THE PHOTOGRAPHER'S SHADOW SET TO SWALLOW HER WHOLE
AS DARK AS THE WAR ITSELF - A CHEAP AGFA VERMEER
FOR CONNOISSEUERS, PERVERTS AND ENTHUSIASTS
AND NOT FORGETTING PRETENTIOUS CUNTS LIKE YOU

OR THOSE LUCKY BUNDLES OF WARM GOOD NATURE ON SUMMER DAYS IN RURAL FRANCE
WHEN THEY PEER INTO THE LENS
MOMENTARILY DISTRACTED FROM THE KITTENS OR DRESSING UP GAME
WHAT DO THEY KNOW ABOUT SEX BEASTS AND CANCER SCARES?
PARTIAL BIRTH ABORTION AND VAGINAL INFECTION
DAVID BOWIE IN MODERN PAINTERS

I'LL GIVE YOU FUCKING HONEST
FAVOURITE MOVIE: THE WAR ZONE
FAVOURITE ALBUM COVERS: VIRGIN KILLER, HOUSES OF THE HOLY, U2 - BOY
FAVOURITE PHOTOGRAPHER: DODGSON
FOLLOWED BY: VALERIE PHILLIPS, CHARLES FREJER, THE GENIUS AT TUOL SLENG
FAVOURITE ARTISTS: BALTHUS, REMARKO, ANYTHING WITH A KID IN IT
FAVOURITE GOOGLE SEARCH: RUSSIAN ORPHANAGE, RUTHLESS BABYSITTING, ELITE GYMNASTICS

AND YOU GOT THE CLAP ON YOUR FOURTEENTH BIRTHDAY
FROM THAT SHY FRIEND OF YOUR FATHER
WHO FINGER-FUCKED YOU IN THE SAME CAR
HE LATER SUCKED DOWN THE GAS IN
THOSE EXQUISITE BOOKS YOU PESTERED HIM FOR
OCTAVO EDITIONS OF THE POETS THAT SIT STILL UNREAD
ON THE SHELF BY YOUR BED AS YOU DREAM OF WHO THE FUCK KNOWS WHAT

DIRTY JESSIE'S ALL GROWN UP NOW - TODAY IS HER COCAINE DAY
EVEN THROUGH THE HAZE OF COCKS AND HIP-HOP RAPIST PAWS
SHE CAN SEE WE'RE ALL STILL WALLOWING IN THE MUD
HOWEVER ARTFULLY FRAMED ON WHITE GALLERY WALLS
I CAN LOOK YOU IN THE EYES AND TELL YOU WHAT I SPEND MY TIME DOING
WHEN IT GETS DARK AND MESSY
THE BAND BROKE UP
I LOST A LOT OF FUCKING WEIGHT

MY FAVOURITE BOOK: THE OLD CURIOSITY SHOP
BY CHARLES FUCKING DICKENS
NOT THE CELEBRATED RAPE-SNUFF OF LITTLE NELL
I SO MUCH MORE ADORE HER ALIVE, THOUGH PREFERABLY SLEEPING
UNWATCHED AND UNCARED FOR IN THE MIDST OF DECAY
THE CHILD BOTANICAL
THE ANGEL IMPERIAL
NOT LAID OUT LIKE JESSIE OR AN EMPTY DIRTY DRESS
YOU CAN CALL ME A CUNT IF YOU LIKE
BUT I'LL STILL PUT THE BATTERIES IN THE BABY
LIKE A SIMPERING NAMBLA FREAK