Howl!

Oh my god I have a new found hatred for bureaucracy. It's such a fucking stress man. Jesus. That said I've got the internet back now YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY communication and absorption of the world's media can now resume, bring on the puppets and dragons and let the ceremony begin, I wanna join the circus.

There's no performance poetry society at my Uni - I'm gonna start one. We WILL have a vibrant, anarchic, revolutionary and family-like spoken word scene in south-east london, if it kills me. Here's Maya Angelou:

The highway is full of big cars
going nowhere fast
And folks is smoking anything that’ll burn
Some people wrap their lives around a cocktail glass
And you sit wondering
where you’re going to turn
I got it.
Come. And be my baby.

Some prophets say the world is gonna end tomorrow
But others say we’ve got a week or two
The paper is full of every kind of blooming horror
And you sit wondering
What you’re gonna do.
I got it.
Come. And be my baby.