insane

The day is coming to a close. I see the moon the stars and fools gold. I understand it is hard to change to jump from the loop that we have made ... war waht for ... drugs for cash ... the law ... the rules ... our thinking we have all been had.

posts

I must admit I did intend to write on my blog everyday only I have so many projects I keep missing it.

Sunday Always a fun day no plans no people just us. I have just returned from the lakes where we had a grand week the sun kept dipping in and out and we had little rain. It is such a perfect place.

I am thinking about the past trouble on our street's! And the way that the MPs (fleas) of our time are using it ... 32000 met police I have seen no footage where the croweds were more then a 100 strong? So what went wrong or did they stand by and let it happen?

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.

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!