A good weekend and a bloody poem

I've had a good weekend. On Friday I went into town and had a coffee with two new friends from England and afterwards we went to after work and met with their friends, a bunch of international students. Always good fun to meet new people like that and speak English. After that I went to my brother's crib were we drank Scotch and watched Pulp Fiction. We did not drink every time the word "fuck" was said, because it is said 271 times in that movie. Impressive.

On Saturday me, my brother and my girlfriend went to my favourite place in town, the rock music bar called simply "Rockbaren". It's almost always pleasant and I have a lot of good memories from that place. Finally, today me and my girl went to her sister's new farm a long way outside of town. A very cozy place, but there is a lot of work to be done. Too much for my lazy ass.

Here's another poem that was published in the anthology at Sussex Uni:

The one I fantasize about killing
is you
I want to murder you
I need to slaughter you
beat you down and stamp on your head
a bloody pulp
crack your teeth
split your skull
break your spine
like you broke mine
eat your flesh
cut you open,
fingernails in wounds,
softness of flesh and blood
and gore and guts
between my fingers
I feel
grind your bones, feed on tainted marrow
I lean forward
on my hands and knees
licking and munching away
at your opened belly,
ravaged broken body
the red red red
gushing over my teeth
dripping to my chest
I laugh
at the blood on my hands,
the bloody mess that once was you
my love