Shocking image

pinno

'Shocking', 'Sex' or 'Stoke' - that gets your attention.

Cleats love nest revealed; somewhere in Stoke. The '6' denotes the number of munters that have darkened his doors just today. The '2' denotes the number of very short largesses that got the address wrong.



PS Where the bloody hell is everybody ? If no-one turns up, I am going to saturate BB with more shyte because I have this brief window of opportunity and I fancied some fun. Stupid idea logging on to BR that was. Ho hum, back to waxing my trattor. Maybe I could seduce the missus, its been a while... I'll be back in 1 minute, proabably with a bump on my head you'll see...
I think i'm going to start my own thread just for me.
Ordered some slick tyres - they are 'in the post'... still waiting.

seanoconn

The tractor stands frozen - an agony
To think of. All night
Snow packed its open entrails. Now a head-pincering gale,
A spill of molten ice, smoking snow,
Pours into its steel.
At white heat of numbness it stands
In the aimed hosing of ground-level fieriness.

It defied flesh and won't start.
Hands are like wounds already
Inside armour gloves, and feet are unbelievable
As if the toe-nails were all just torn off.
I stare at it in hatred. Beyond it
The copse hisses - capitulates miserably
In the fleeing, failing light. Starlings,
A dirtier sleetier snow, blow smokily, unendingly, over
Towards plantations Eastward.
All the time the tractor is sinking
Through the degrees, deepening
Into its hell of ice.

The starting lever
Cracks its action, like a snapping knuckle.
The battery is alive - but like a lamb
Trying to nudge its solid-frozen mother -
While the seat claims my buttock-bones, bites
With the space-cold of earth, which it has joined
In one solid lump.

I squirt commercial sure-fire
Down the black throat - it just coughs.
It ridicules me - a trap of iron stupidity
I've stepped into. I drive the battery
As if I were hammering and hammering
The frozen arrangement to pieces with a hammer
And it jabbers laughing pain-crying mockingly
Into happy life.

And stands
Shuddering itself full of heat, seeming to enlarge slowly
Like a demon demonstrating
A more-than-usually-complete materialization -
Suddenly it jerks from its solidarity
With the concrete, and lurches towards a stanchion
Bursting with superhuman well-being and abandon
Shouting Where Where?

Worse iron is waiting. Power-lift kneels
Levers awake imprisoned deadweight,
Shackle-pins bedded in cast-iron cow-shit.
The blind and vibrating condemned obedience
Of iron to the cruelty of iron,
Wheels screeched out of their night-locks -

Fingers
Among the tormented
Tonnage and burning of iron

Eyes
Weeping in the wind of chloroform

And the tractor, streaming with sweat,
Raging and trembling and rejoicing.

Cleat Eastwood

seanoconn wrote:

The tractor stands frozen - an agony
To think of. All night
Snow packed its open entrails. Now a head-pincering gale,
A spill of molten ice, smoking snow,
Pours into its steel.
At white heat of numbness it stands
In the aimed hosing of ground-level fieriness.

It defied flesh and won't start.
Hands are like wounds already
Inside armour gloves, and feet are unbelievable
As if the toe-nails were all just torn off.
I stare at it in hatred. Beyond it
The copse hisses - capitulates miserably
In the fleeing, failing light. Starlings,
A dirtier sleetier snow, blow smokily, unendingly, over
Towards plantations Eastward.
All the time the tractor is sinking
Through the degrees, deepening
Into its hell of ice.

The starting lever
Cracks its action, like a snapping knuckle.
The battery is alive - but like a lamb
Trying to nudge its solid-frozen mother -
While the seat claims my buttock-bones, bites
With the space-cold of earth, which it has joined
In one solid lump.

I squirt commercial sure-fire
Down the black throat - it just coughs.
It ridicules me - a trap of iron stupidity
I've stepped into. I drive the battery
As if I were hammering and hammering
The frozen arrangement to pieces with a hammer
And it jabbers laughing pain-crying mockingly
Into happy life.

And stands
Shuddering itself full of heat, seeming to enlarge slowly
Like a demon demonstrating
A more-than-usually-complete materialization -
Suddenly it jerks from its solidarity
With the concrete, and lurches towards a stanchion
Bursting with superhuman well-being and abandon
Shouting Where Where?

Worse iron is waiting. Power-lift kneels
Levers awake imprisoned deadweight,
Shackle-pins bedded in cast-iron cow-shit.
The blind and vibrating condemned obedience
Of iron to the cruelty of iron,
Wheels screeched out of their night-locks -

Fingers
Among the tormented
Tonnage and burning of iron

Eyes
Weeping in the wind of chloroform

And the tractor, streaming with sweat,
Raging and trembling and rejoicing.

Thats a rubbishy chat up line - I tried it last night

Cleat Eastwood

pinarello001 wrote:

'Shocking', 'Sex' or 'Stoke' - that gets your attention.

Cleats love nest revealed; somewhere in Stoke. The '6' denotes the number of munters that have darkened his doors just today. The '2' denotes the number of very short largesses that got the address wrong.



PS Where the bloody hell is everybody ? If no-one turns up, I am going to saturate BB with more shyte because I have this brief window of opportunity and I fancied some fun. Stupid idea logging on to BR that was. Ho hum, back to waxing my trattor. Maybe I could seduce the missus, its been a while... I'll be back in 1 minute, proabably with a bump on my head you'll see...
I think i'm going to start my own thread just for me.
Ordered some slick tyres - they are 'in the post'... still waiting.

Ah many a happy night was spent in there

This is william shatner aftre out drink and drug fuelled Star Trek themed orgy with Theresa May, Anne Widdicombe and the beautiful Miss Balding dressed as Vicky P- brought a whole meaning to 'Beam me up'

seanoconn

What the hell is this pinarello! You post several threads, have a general moan then bugger off leaving the rest of us in the lurch!

And another thing! I borrowed one of your posts about tax avoidance, posted it on another forum and got annihilated by a beancounter, thanks a f@*king bunch! I know little about tax and had absolutely no back up plan. Please make sure your posts are beyond reproach in future.

pinno

seanoconn wrote:

What the hell is this pinarello! You post several threads, have a general moan then bugger off leaving the rest of us in the lurch!

And another thing! I borrowed one of your posts about tax avoidance, posted it on another forum and got annihilated by a beancounter, thanks a f@*king bunch! I know little about tax and had absolutely no back up plan. Please make sure your posts are beyond reproach in future.

Another forum - ?!?! Mumsnet ?

Watch those beancounters. Life is all death and taxes.

Plagiarism is a dodgy route to take - if you pick up the sword and fall on it, then I hope you're on the organ donor transplant list.

RDW

I'm testing the theory that putting up a poster with eyes on it will make everyone in this thread behave:

Cleat Eastwood

You could be right - I'm watching you.



from every angle

ballysmate

Bear Grylls' producer's snake bite injury. looks as if it may smart a bit.

Yossie

Shame that couldn't happen to James Blunt's head really .......