Saturday 16 July 2011

rain stops play

That is the state of things here today. So I sit and think ... why are we we? Why do we think the way we do. What is truth ... real truth not the fake truth we have been fed all our days. Simple is the way ahead a life with out things, gadgets, TVs in every room. Computers, phones cubes pads all the fucking TV ads they dull one's brain HELP! screams the frog as the space craft explodes ... to late ... I mix cement and feel free as drink the water from the co co nut tree.

Wednesday 13 July 2011

yet

The world is not flat opr is it? I was walking on the dark side of the moon where I meet Bruce willis he was drinking a bud ... he is a funny guy and did not want to die so I left him alive ...

Poem

ACID RAINNNNNNN

LOST TRIBES ON THE BRINK OF DESTRUCTION,
TREES BEING CHOPPED FOR FUEL AND COMBUSTION,
SITTING IN A EASY CHAIR,
WATCHING T.V. ....... DON’T CARE,
RIVERS FULL OF POLLUTION
ANIMALS PASSING AWAY.
FISH FLOATING IN THE WATER.
CAN WE CARRY ON THIS WAY.

ACID RAIN ON MY HEAD,
BURNING EYES FEELING DEAD,
THE ENVIRONMENT GIVING OUT IT’S WARNING.
DON’T TELL ME ABOUT IT........ IT’S SO BORING.

WAKE UP ONE MORNING,
IT’S HOTTER THAN ITS EVER BEEN,
TIGHT CHEST FIGHTING FOR OXYGEN,
NOW YOU WISH YOU HAD LISTENED TO ME.

LOST TRIBES,
HOLE IN THE OZONE
BROKEN BONES ALL OVER YOUR HOME,
ACID RAIN THAT BURNS THROUGH TO YOUR BRAIN,
ITS TOO LATE NOTHING CAN CHANGE,
YOU’RE GOING TO DIE.
BUT WHO CARES?,
I HOPE YOU’RE WEARING CLEAN UNDERWEAR.

Bakers Oven

I never take my food to work. I always buy or or have what the cook makes. The cook is away at the mo so I have been walking down to whole foods on ken hight street and having a wrap or a sandwich. Today I did not have time as I was busy up to my knees in an old air raid shelter in the back garden that has a fuse box in for the AC. I sorted it. Then on my way home in Earls court I found a bakers oven in I went and brought for my self a Tuna sandwich on white ... IT was so dam good blew whole food out the water!

Next time I post a picture ....

back

It went today as I was standing on a tube. Pain like the red hot dart stabbed into the liver ... I am on one of them heated chairs as I type have a very good back you know ...
So the wanker MPs who have been licking the arsehole of Mr Murdock! Are prentending that they have souls and are people of good ... Slime balls the lot!

death s&m and Goats

Strange as it may seem all the above are linked to a germany prison of war camp that was set up on a small Island along the river thames. It has been kept hidden and only a few powerful people know the whole dirty story I being on of them. It was passed to me by hobbit who like to dress up as a pink rabbit I met him in a pub on the banks of the river in a place called London. I told him I needed proof of life ... well of death and goats and off he went into a near by rabbit hole under a tree. After a few minutes he was back with the file. I wish I could tell the whole story but no ...

Tuesday 12 July 2011

The

Life we live and why?
What are we seeking. What is it as a race we all want. For self for all. Are we all? We are all. Made by the all in the image of the all but not the all. You I we have a power yet we have left it in a box in our mind as we drink ourselfs dull ... wake ... chase the sun find the moon in daylight ... love a lot ... conflict within is the seed that has started all the wars in all the time that has ever been ...

Scotland

slow down

The past can not ever catch up. Even if you slow down, walk backwards it will not come to pass. It has been done gone and it is time to move on. The sun is slowing and the world is getting a little strange killing of the poor still the richman's game. Murdock is he as dirty as Blair and Bush? Did he pull the strings is he the cook? Has fate got a date with this funny looking man? Is his time over? Or is it all part of his evil Plan?

I saw a fox today ... it asked me if I wanted to play? Strange I thought. Yet I agreed it lead me to it's hole ask me in for a chat and a cup of tea. I said some lunch maybe?
His little eyes and the way he licked his lips gave the game away... he had planned his lunch well he intented that it be me.

50K on the bike today and it was so smooth some days the heart lungs and legs works like a fine watch or steam train today was a day like that. Lot of shit in the air and grit in my eyes ... but it is better then bus tube train car.

Must get on with my re building work ...

Sunday 10 July 2011

NOTW

goodbye ... fly ... sky ... lie ... I never paid for a copy in my life and it will not be missed.

Saturday 9 July 2011

facebook and out!

That facebook was becoming like a third arm. Every time I was alone I check it on my phone ... when I woke I turned the mac on I had become co dependent on facebook a facebook junkie and I was feeling it ... it sucked the creative out and dulled ones soul. AS I looked for a way to stop this new skyppe thing I came across TURN OFF account in simple words. I did ... the screen lit up with faces of some friends ... a kind of trick to make me change my mind ... No ... I clicked it again ... I fuck facebook off!
And a feel like I have done a huge shit! I feel free again ... free to be me.