Spitriol

I am really angry at the moment. The poem I'm about to post is not a poem, it doesn't have an ending. A never ending poem. Did anybody have that board game, The Never Ending Story? That was a frightening game. The possibilities. I might dig it out and write with it.
I have been thinking about word association on top of word association on top of word association in poems. Dada, etc. I might try this out soon, but I'm about to go to Sussex University on Saturday, so my writing might be interrupted (not that it isn't already).

I think although hell is other women, it's mostly just myself. I was looking at the SCUM manifesto earlier and thinking it was a good idea, but then I think it's not really wide-ranging enough. SCUP? Bring on global warming, that's all I can say.