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Quiet on the set, Ruf sets the scene.
Throwing up psychedelic coated dreams
to absorb you. Warning this contains violence,
swearing, drugs, nudity & silence.
……Dramatic pauses capture the vibe.
Roller-ball tensions enjoy the ride.
King of the streets, hill bouncing car chases.
Ill Pulp Fiction - battles in wasted lands.
I am, the star, who hits.
Darkly destroying all badies with a quip
Tales of kleptomania, threesomes, taboos,
And greed, liaisons in loo’s.
Layers of detail, exotic locations.
Blending raw comedy with observations.
I’m a killer car chiller, delivered uncut.
Decapitate my victims, chain saw your nuts.
My 3D effect wrecks easy viewing.
Erotic soundscapes so real your screwing -
your lady - in the back row of your mind.
then you skip to the toilet… snort up a white line.
Hell Raiser, Terminator, I’ve got many faces.
Consume my performance but you’ll never Trade Places.


The Man Who Fell To Earth. Yes.. it’s Ruf.
Superman, I got a plan, I’m replacing love
scenes with obscene X rated porn.
Barry Norman blushes, wishes he wasn’t born.
In this age of Kung Fu, Police stop 9.
Endless sequels with the dead revived.
Die hard 6 & Alien 7
Friday the 13th - is it part 11 ??
Go straight to video, no innovation
… buy on special offer from a petrol station.
I’m stopping, believing the hype.
Godzilla’s amazing…hhmm yeh right
I doubt it, who made it the Usual Suspects.
Fast food head cinema bland it wrecks
Dolby stereo C & D sound blasted
computer generated - just like the cast,
Moronic, no plot it’s chills & thrills.
Won’t make me Scream 2, but it fills their tills.


Now I’m in a multiplex, automated entirely.
Fast food prices all inflated highly.
A loan for a soft drink that tastes too sweet.
A mortgage for a hot dog that seems uniquely
disgusting, trust in me you dope.
Smuggle in supplies its your only hope.
Wine gums & whiskey in my little cool flask.
Spliff cakes I baked - now I can’t get off my ass!
Feel lazy, hazy, film floods by.
Stories disappeared so no need to try,
comprehend this madness - this films existence.
Made for millions worldwide, insistent
are the people, but wait… I will tell you this.
The future’s dark & unlike The Abyss,
there’s no saviour,
our behaviour…
addicted to the…
Fast Food Head Cinema.

(Junk culture, fast food, so rude, consume,
Eat soon, no room, shit soon, try.
Drunk soon, sick soon, fight soon, consume,
sell me more lies til it’s time to die).

Copyright THE RUF aka D.J.Davies aka RUFMOUTH

Started in 97 (1st verse) then May98 & finished 28/6/98.
And remember if it’s entertaining then it must be Entertainment!
Bollocks, most films these days are the ill-conceived bastard offspring ideas of writers forced to suck the devil’s cock of multi million pound companies desperately trying to sell their film worldwide. This means more effects, less stories & more deaths.
Big budgets & no brains.. I want stories to blow my mind.
See Roller ball, Woodstock, any book by Clive Barker, Dark city,
the Forbidden planet, Dr Strangelove, Event horizon, Trainspotting, Rita, Sue & Bob too, Kess, The long good Friday, Jungle book
& other similar intellectual masterpieces….. Ha Ha!

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