What time is it is it time to wake up. I’m struggling. Slick Larry wipes the blood from his lips. Tony is a sadist he likes to hurt people. I had a dream I was in a cop show things were getting deadly but we were only carrying spud guns. Suzi didn’t have the plague … Continue reading Dai Coelacanth – Maggot Songs
Dai Coelacanth -Birthday Insult
I had been falling down the same set of stairs for at least two weeks I was covered in dirt and slightly drunk. Her husband hired some thugs to do me over. They gave me a good beating and stuck a needle in me. Time drug. I couldn’t tell you the exact name but that’s … Continue reading Dai Coelacanth -Birthday Insult
Dai Coelacanth – Radiators of the Grub Pocket
Do you need compost. Suzi could not answer truthfully. In the next scene Mr Lee plants a devil bat in your brain. I keep a screwdriver in the porch. Tony stands up stumbles falls over gasping and clawing at the floor. Mole Thirteen fades out. I like your armour plating but your eyes are dead. … Continue reading Dai Coelacanth – Radiators of the Grub Pocket
Dai Coelacanth – Radio Graveyard
The Radio Graveyard is open from Midnight until 6AM (Berlin time). Come in. Find an open coffin. Make your self comfortable. What you hear, may not be real. Graveyard Radio sound has wormy acoustics. Technically, it's not even sound. Your host is Dai Coelacanth. An outsider. An alphabet man. A Rat baby. You may have … Continue reading Dai Coelacanth – Radio Graveyard
Dai Coelacanth – Paranoia is a wonderful pie filling
Daphne collects old pieces of paper she is specifically interested in the quality of the dirt. On the dirtiest pieces she writes her scripts. Sometimes it is impossible to make out everything she has written. None of the actors complain. Mr Lee told her that he only needs to touch the paper to know what … Continue reading Dai Coelacanth – Paranoia is a wonderful pie filling
Dai Coelacanth – No Business Crooked Fish
How do you feel about cannibalism was one of their popular songs do you know it. They had to pull on pieces of string to make his mouth move. He could still bake a decent pie. They don’t have eyelids. The thing inside her brain shook its branches and hissed. Don’t go to work throw … Continue reading Dai Coelacanth – No Business Crooked Fish
Dai Coelacanth – greasy dramatics on the malevolent planet
The landlady gets drunk in the afternoon and watches old cop shows. What does the colonel do? he’s dead wood get rid of him. And Keith? I wish you had stolen his brain earlier. His brain, we’ve got it in a bucket it’s still alive. It’s useless.
Dai Coelacanth – ALL THEY PLAYED WAS NORTHERN SOUL
But then the hiding place turned into a trap and the gun fell to pieces. Hello hello my socks have been stolen I’m the Cannibal King this should not happen. Hide under the covers. You know what they are like. The confusion was understandable. The old Shemp wardrobe trick. The producers were trying to appeal … Continue reading Dai Coelacanth – ALL THEY PLAYED WAS NORTHERN SOUL
Dai Coelacanth – Linda Harris and the Paranoid Lungs
Local kids burnt down the school. Got the jitters. Sought a necromantic solution. Nancy promised them a hundred years of rain. Too late. She was busy unspooling the tapes. Doing a job on the memory bank. Fans of the program found their conversations deteriorating. The space between words was becoming damp and humid. The main … Continue reading Dai Coelacanth – Linda Harris and the Paranoid Lungs