Nemesis
the prisoner and the barber

Naturally it's a while since i've been to the barbers, but i walk past the place i used to frequent on the way to and from the train to uni.
The other day i went past there, and all four of the regualar barbers were lounging around outside having a fag break. They spotted me of course, and it was too late for me to hide my face, besides, they'd have recognised the jacket. there was nothing left for it but to mutter 'allright' and carry on walking before they chased me down the street with scissors, for it is a known fact that barbers hate blokes with long hair and it's only politeness that stops them from pouncing on you and chopping it all off. Don't try to deny it! i can see it in their eyes, the longing to cut hair, it's like a drug. Or perhaps they just see it as laziness, or a way to cheat them out of a fiver, either way i'm scared, and my hair isnt even that long yet.

Selling the movie has been pitched, after more development i shall pitch a final draft. The line up now definately includes Jesus and any dead female celebrities you would care to suggest.

todays music: Hawkwind - Lost Johnny
todays t-shirt: take me drunk i'm home

# posted by The Prisoner | 12:28 PM |

Y'know i'm born to lose, and gamblings for fools, but thats the way i like it baby i dont wanna live for eva.....and don't forget the joker!.........Daddy.......Do you call me daddy cos im old? do you call me baby cos im young? and i could be the one, who gets to take you home. Honey.....do you call me honey cos im sweet? sweet like the sugar in my tea, and i take more than three, and thats what makes me sweet. and i would like to say today it would be nice to run away, monday to thursday every week, we can see what we can be. and you wont serve another drink to lonely men who think they own a piece of you, they snap their fingers, tell you what to do. and they would like to take you home, well i guess their not alone.....................This aint murdermile its just the way i smile. Kiss all your fingers, whats that for? You'll never get to heaven with your shirt all torn..........Not a prisoner, i'm a free man, and my blood is my own now, dont care where the past was, i know where i'm going!......On Iron Horse he flies, on iron horse he'd gladly die.....Change, everything you are and everything you were, youre number has been called, fights battles have begun revenge will surely come, your hard times are ahead.......We're all living in amerika, amerika ist wunderbar......FUCK YOU I WONT DO WHAT YA TELL ME......Sandy why can't we look the other way?......Where's my Elvis?.....Don't try rules cos they do not apply.....She got me with a suckerpunch.....
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