"INTERMITTENT SIGNAL."

Sunday, February 18, 2007

pac-man's soldiers' screen debut

no sight was quite as depressing as jeremy paxman laying in to the head of an islamic school over the alleged use of anti-jewish and -christian texts. The man whom i took to be an arbiter of impartiality took leave of his senses and terrorised a woman who herself momentarily swapped places with the normally unperturbable mr. paxman.

"here" i thought, is where little britain finds its own true hysteria. "soon" it will be illegal to criticise christianity and 'evil' will be the word on the lips of little englanders when they accuse islam of taking over the world.

"at last", a realistic threat to christendom and since the towers fell, christendom is very afraid, afraid enough to send into battle conceited and deluded advocates like j. paxman ('pax' - how ironic!)

HD

Monday, February 12, 2007

VERBATIM

A thousand pointless books are published every day - club for burning a thousand pointless manuscripts each day.

Books oppress a billion people every day - there aint no shit about picking out the good ones - burn Marx and Proudhon as well as the bible and koran and lao tsu.

More than symbolic - ignore thinkers and experts to escape their tyranny - come simple and clear headed.

Every day the sun rises and sets.

Psssst.

HD

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Boy am I ready for this - something I got from a blogger - SOMA groups. Cos i'm an arrogant son of a bitch who takes things over, this soma beckons sweet anarchy sweet nirvana.

This boss I know has done my head in getting a lower boss to crap on my cake what a godamn coward and misuse of pointless hierarchy, you know the types: god at the top then the pope then the king and president etc..

Issues with dad? Fuck yes do I have issues with my dad!

Paradigm shift dudes - from the vertical structure back to the horizontal back to soma.

Hola!

HD

Monday, February 05, 2007

Bonsoir chere cocotte - LHOOQ - bubble me spuds an' peas to the point of reaching the lowest face of the lid that sits astride the pan of joys and tears. Within the body of the pot the sacred salted water shivers as if made cold by the flames of hell's fire. The head sways and gets light with altered rhythmn and fervour, the body heats and prickles, getting spiced up and skanky. Just then, sublimation starts, the lid of the pot clatters around the rim, hot salt water dribbles and pops tentatively down the outside. Waves churn from within the body of the pot, the lid is clear and dizzy, losing focus feeling only sublime liberation, the head pours out the great straight clear potion: panaceia, ambrosia and placebo. Riders on the Storm timed only as Jim can.

HD