Stardust

Jangled notions, stop the brain shake.


What we have to do, is create beauty so that we can give some magical thing to the databank of humanity.

The powers that be are relentlessly overwhelming and have put themselves into such a powerful position that we lose hope. There must be a political alternative.

Constructive options are on offer. Enhanced altruistic involvement by the money holders and the state departments. It is a function of the govt. to look after the people. It can be arranged.

Fucking crash hot

Fucking crash hot

Luck brings flash rot,

Look its the sun

better put on some sunscreen

don't want to get cancer

shit, that would be bad

burning away without a fire

spf 1000 is what I need

fuck nuclear holocaust,

I'm now a fucking cockroach.

Fucking crash hot.

Protracted Mutter.

I write for no reason other than it actually makes me happy to do so. I enjoy it, it is a splendid release to pour feeling out onto the page. Tap tap tappity tap. Have been doing it for years. Childhood homework projects in the Bach out the back of 12 Peterhead place Flaxmere, to now.

I cringe at the boredom of modern life when I speak to people I work with at the Sign production factory I work in as a 'Grand laminating and sign production assistant'. It is truly odd how far people can be from the true perspective humanity should have taken up at this point in our history. The mindless distraction, the gossip, the talk about sport, which I engage in (sport talk, not gossip, that is one thing I have always done my utmost to avoid in the workplace), my hypocrisy is fully fledged.

I sound superior there, and it is because I am, by virtue of the insight given to me by my parents and several excellent teachers and friends I have had over the years. Not to mention media personalities. We are barreling along in a mass of stupidity. The brazen ignoramuses who parade themselves before the populace on things such as reality television are one thing. The idiots who produce the things are quite another. Consumed by financial gain.

These fiends who grind peoples bones to make their bread. Giants of industry, stacking away golden eggs. Be something they say, be somebody, do something with your life. But why? And for what? To join the masses in the dance of slavery? As Morrison said, "You're all a bunch of fucken slaves!"

Anger wells up in me at the degradation caused by the 'western' worlds obsession with crap. To the cost of millions the world over who suffer everyday. What will you do about it? What. I often despise myself for my lack of activity, but I do strive to do more. We must all.

Bleat bleat bleat. I remember when I thought the world was a place of promise, and that keeps me vital. We can change things for the better. It is within our grasp still. Even while the fascistification of earth continues. Knowledge and new idea's interspersed with time honoured truth will win the day.

Devour information, It is your duty to do so.

Express yourself through what medium you see fit, that is also your duty.

Let not that which moves you to remain that thing you should have done, everyone is gifted. In more ways than one.

Jocularity Peculiar

This is the happy blog, where everyone chortles away at the hilarity the entire time. The laughter becomes deafening at times and there are strange hoots in the distance, we are robots programmed toward a function, so why not instead make that function laughter. There is much to laugh about. We see it around us at all times. Imagine a future where people actually give a shit again? There is a strange resignation to life in many people I meet. Maybe they see it in me, because I feel it at times.

The general purpose of humanity has been eroded, leaving our philosophy directionless but for an unwise focus on gathering a metal that is kept locked up safe and sound where no one can use it. Economics charges forth, at risk and ruin of every human.
After philosophising of selves to a point where everyone got a bit stuck and then there has been a meandering about in the last few years.

The focus of humanity needs to be regained, education and knowledge for all, for the greater good of all of mankind. So many people just really don't give a shit though in a way. Maybe they once did, or do normally but can't be assed. That is probably me actually, existing away in the maelstrom of modern life, becoming complacent and then active, and so on.

There is no reason not to begin a worldwide campaign for nations to reduce military spending and reinvest this in the education systems, the health systems and so on. The perpetual weaponising that goes on is beyond ridiculous. While other systems falter under a workload that could easily be carried with a quarter of the funds spent on military action. Humanity as a group is guilty of this, well the most powerful anyway. There are still enlightened ones who live with the cosmos still, rolling through beyond the petty travails of modern life, existing, discovering, increasing knowledge. 'Lost tribes', who exist where people would least expect it.

Romanticism really, reality requires our attention.

It demands it, play your part, do your bit, keep the machine chugging along, with its jolly driver chortling at the hilarity of it all again and again.

Insane in the Surgery with Dr. Felix

After having it on my mind for some time I decided enough was enough, I would cut the damnable infestation out of my head myself, after all I had practiced brain surgery on others. I rigged up the necessary camera equipment and monitors and went to work. Today would be a victory over the gnawing insanity that threatened my very existence as the greatest brain surgeon ever.


It was a good thing my brother walked in when he did, such an excellent offsider, I had just made an incorrect incision with my right hand and my left hand had flown violently into the air, knocking the left camera out the window, I remember thinking that I should watch that vid, before hearing him scream, "Felix, you are not a fucking brain surgeon!" He rushed over and yanked the scalpel out of my hand. He had such a wonderfully strong constitution that the sight of the tissue and blood as well as the dirty high powered bone saw I had used did not cause him to bat an eyelid.


I immediately remembered that in fact I was not a surgeon, and that perhaps I had overreacted at my sub-consciouss again. Still it was a lovely little fantasy, the awards, the dinners and the parties. All in a split second, I had commenced to cutting soon after that second, gripped by a fear that I would lose these things, it caused me to smirk even now, the brilliant trick my own mind had played in me. I had not trusted the blasted thing for years.


My brother had good reason to be at odds with it, after it had fooled me into thinking that me and him were time travelling aliens sent to reconoiter the past of Earth in order to bring information to our superiors six hundred and forty nine years into the future, so that they could try to reverse the alarming situation that had developed on Earth at that time, involving super genetically enhanced humanoids, and the devastation they had wrought on the planet.

Now though, we had a mess to clean up. I spoke finally, after Piripi had cleaned up my head wound with some stitches and gauze.

"Piripi I must apologise, I was in the grip of the most beguiling idea, that I was the greatest brain surgeon on Earth and I had to cut out an invasive disease from my head before it was too late, so that I could save humanity through surgery and education, from the super genetically enhanced humanoids. It was wonderful actually."

"Well Felix I am glad you have seen this reason now, it is after all I who is the doctor, and of course your ongoing idea that I am your brother disturbs me immensely. I am your Psychiatrist, and I am worried about you, good thing I decided to call in unannounced. I cannot believe you have access to such equipment so easily. I suppose you ordered it online did you?"

He had a strange glint in his eye which worried me.

Just then a woman walked in and spoke directly to me. "Doctor, have you completed your procedure for the evening?"

I looked at Piripi, this was certainly an odd development, who was this woman dressed as a nurse? Was she actually a nurse, or was this some strange new procedure Piripi had dreamed up to cure me? It couldn't be, thoughts were flashing through my head now, maybe I was the world's greatest brain surgeon and the disease had gotten too far entrenched. Piripi looked worried.

I spoke calmly to the woman. "It's fine, I will tidy things up, thankyou for coming in though."

She left. I turned to Piripi.

" So, you are my psychiatrist are you Piripi? Was that your nurse? Am I having auditory hallucinations?"

A thought snuck into the side of my diseased brain, Piripi had been turned by the genetically enhanced superhumanoids, and was trying to stop me saving humanity. I started to back away toward the door.

I turned quickly and looked down the hallway, the nurse had taken a seat at the desk down the way. I was suddenly flabbergasted, it looked like a surgical hospital out there, not my house, or a psychiatric unit. Maybe I was a surgeon? This was odd. I turned back to Piripi. It wasn't Piripi, it was the skeleton I kept in my operating theater. I was again pretty sure I was the worlds greatest brain surgeon, blood was seeping from the wound in my head, it trickled down past the inside of my left eye and ran down my nose. I think this infection was too far gone.