gilbert and george are on stage and they’re telling us to MIND THE GOD, GOD BLESS THE ISLE OF MAN, GOD BLESS SHIT, GOD DID ME IN. glibert n george r blessing our day. their hands r shaking but their voices are very full and practiced. GOD SHOULD RETIRE, STAND FOR GOD, CHANGE YOUR GOD, I GRAB GOD. they are wearing sweet suits and saying, GOD CAN FLY, GOD IS SHIT. My granddad has angry-dementia and at Christmas he threw a full and unopened jar of Branston Pickle across the room. everyone was uP in Arms and my eyes were filling up but I was calmer than everyone else, so I cleaned it up. i was on the floor picking up glass through kitchen roll as family started to file in for dinner. it was very, very tense and it smelled horrible tbh.
LOOK TO GOD, GOD WILL TELL, GOD’S NO BIG DEAL
its easier to think of gods and ghosts when I’m with family, and to think through machines when i’m alone. My nan and granddad got rid of their landline at the end of last year because they got that many PPI/call centre calls, it was driving them mad. so we had to get my granddad a mobile and teach him how to use it - but like, this was the same month he had been diagnosed. i sat down with him and it was hard, havin to tell him what scroll meant or OK, menu, up, down// all in this new context. what it means to lock your phone. tbh he’s nailed it and he calls me all the time. He shouts down the phone and then buttons me without saying goodbye. I’m into it.
GOD MADE ME HAPPY, GOD’S NOT MADE UP, GOD’S PROBABLY ENGLISH
my family think he will die next year, and i think he wants to. he is shrinking and forgetting which food he likes, asking my mum to get him tins of strawberries and then never actually eating them. sitting in his room watching telly with the sound off. Idk man, he’s a ghost already. We’re just waiting for him to evaporate.