Stephen Forecast

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Books, films, old TV, football, music. A doubtful guest. Vaguely narrative.

Miguel Ferrer in Robocop
A tabby cat sitting on a gatepost. It’s wearing a surgery collar and is looking down disdainfully (at my dog who hasn’t noticed it). The cat looks mean as fuck.
Demis Roussos
Charles Laughton in Jamaica Inn
Winston Churchill in swimming trunks at the beach
A photo of a cup of black coffee in a cafe. Happy now?
An exhausted looking black pug.
Black pug looking crazy.
A black pug looking mad.
A photograph of Junior Elvis, Jarrow Elvis aka Joe Allen and Pelaw Gino in 1992
Comedian Max Miller.
Book cover for Magnus Robot Fighter 4000AD.
Film poster for The Quatermass Xperiment
A small model of an old car, possibly a model T Ford? The bonnet and roof canopy are covered in flattened energy drink cans.
Poster saying DESCRIBE YOUR FAVORITE MOVIE AS BORING AS POSSIBLE
Book cover for Cesar Aira’s ‘Artforum’
Some really decayed zombies
A POV shot from Robocop. Miguel Ferrer looking at the newly resurrected Officer Murphy/Robocop
TO A POLITICIAN Your penis is homeless You are covered with as many warts as the lies you've told You pat maggots on their backs Your syphilitic mouth sucks the slugs from the irradiated cocks of your cohorts This gives a bad name to syphilis, if I mention it in relation to you Your asshole farts from overeating of civilian casualties The toxic fingernails of your leprous hands Flip through the reports of your medievally botulistic bubonic policies Your brain is full of lice, tickling it with greed for pesticide-ish powder Cockroaches fill your pancreas with their eggs But this is an insult to cockroaches Your lungs fill with the blood of the dead Poisonous snakes of freedom crawl into your every orifice, but to no avail Spiders come out of your nose Your heart is being pinched by Lyme-diseased tics, stung by killer bees, bitten by the rattlesnakes of prevarication First thing every morning your gangrenous arms embrace the rabid turds of your generals Your penis is the size of the junkie's needle Your nostrils resemble the assholes of cops It seems to us you convert your farts into speeches Your disease-ridden mouth is full of the incurable sores of your lies Your petrified eyes eat the bulimic vomit of your violent words All words, all humans, insulted, disgusted, by your depraved existence.
Cover of the book ‘Eating The Colors Of A Lineup Of Words, THE EARLY BOOKS OF BERNADETTE MAYER’
The grandparents in bed in Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory.