Showing posts with label John Hurt. Show all posts
Showing posts with label John Hurt. Show all posts

Wednesday, 14 June 2017

Accession : Fresh Hurt




Lord Percival: 
[after Ralph accuses him of undermining him
This is an OUTRAGE! A VILE piece of slander! 
I demand to know the source of these allegations!

Ralph I : 
We haved the signed confession of a Royal page, Gordon Halliwell, who worked Lord Graves.

Lord Percival: 
I know no such man!

Ralph I : 
And several cheques made out to the photographers who took the pictures, signed by Lord Graves. 
Whose fingerprints were also on the photographs.

Lord Percival: 
So! I saw them at the ball!

Ralph I : 
And Scotland Yard found the negatives at his house this morning.

Lord Graves realizes that he's busted

Lord Percival {nervously}: 
By what right can you order my arrest?!

Ralph I : 
By the Treason Act of 1702 forbidding Interference in the Proper Succession of a Monarch. Enacted by...

Ralph pauses, as he recites Miranda's Order of the King's pnemonic to himself, as he counts off on his fingers

Ralph I : 
William III!
[ Who wasn't one. ]

Various Members of Parliament: 
[staggered throughout Parliament as Lord Graves is escorted out by Scotland Yard
SHAME! SHAME! SHAME! SHAME!

Punks are watching this televised event at an electronics shop on the street

Dysentery:
 That's right! String him up! Wanker!

Sunday, 30 April 2017

Hurt



There are 3 Forms of Hurt :

The Hurt That Heals


The Hurt That He Accommodates


And,

The Hurt That is Not Felt

Of These, only the last is deadly.



I Hurt myself 2day 
2 C if I still feel 
I focus on the pain 
The only thing that's real 
The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting 
Try 2 kill it all away 
But I remember every thing 



What have I become 
My sweetest friend 
Everyone I know goes away 
In the end 
And U could have it all 
My empire of dirt 
I will let you down 
I will make U Hurt 

I wear this Crown of Thorns 
Upon my liar's chair 
Full of broken thoughts 
I cannot repair 
Beneath the stains of time 
The feelings disappear 
U are someone else 
I am still right here 

What have I become 
My sweetest friend 
Everyone I know goes away 
In the end 
And you could have it all 
My Empire of Dirt 
I will let you down 
I will make U Hurt 

If I could start again 
A million miles a way 
I would keep my self 
I would find a way....

Some Day This Pain Will Be Useful to You

Keep Praying