SAME INFINITY DIFFERENT LIVES SAME TIME SAME PLACE - CU L8 ER M8'S

Just arrived from el diablo of a Xmas - messed up the spirit with shitloads of stress and pow! crash! ouch! Down on me to the scripture of Janis J. Hand me the pooper scooper guys while i clear up this mess. We know that a rolling stone gathers no moss so pardon me while i tiptoe through the daisies while building a new head of steam - I'm stayin' ever concious for the next trip, can't be worse than the last - this goes out to all my friends at blogger and can't wait til we visit again.

True.

Z.

When did you last fly? Kites for you dude? Planes a cool cos you might know me as a hijacker - yep back in '84 at Heathrow all the tabloids and broadsheets. Mad as a cunt i was high on theramones bastards offered me haloperidol and a high dependency suite. Held up Maggies plane goin to Brussels late for a meeting gave her apologies. Yeh I'm mad you bastards fuckin mad. Thought I was a el senor Hesus Christus dead fucker. Police aimed dem guns at me was locked ina cell one month in Brixton jail then the loony bin. I am el multo nutter keep a lid on the ole compost heap yeh act normal. That's why I am a jedi - it is born into me yo! Respect to the maddest of all men - I am a natural born killer - leave morality for the sunday school teachers.

Z

Private jets don't cost a penny - they fly so high in the sky high as the birds. People should have private jets to be with those close to them and gather their thoughts in peace. I have a kind of private jet actually, in my head, y'know. It won't fly so far, I can't get the fuel but I can still kind of sit in it and think. I don't think people need to be rich to own a private jet, just a bit mad that's all.

Z

Flaner c'est gater le plaisir de marcher. Donne-moi the greed dans tes doigts, quinze perroquets du sauveur gate, lobelie la liberte des grands coeurs insouciants - creve dans l'abime faux sauveur, tu as gate l'humanite.

Bleed kind blood of workers united in stools of pious prats. Harbour your mean duplicit stupidity - kill them all! The saviour wants them dead! I die in time play a merry game to all intents a felicitous prank! Good boy, goooood boy - there! Good boy. Whoopsie, whoopsie.

Z.

Chins up peeps - amor omnia vincit - give the tiger the biggest shock by grabbing its tail.

I see no ships, passing in the night whose sailors descended to Davey Jones's locker.

Advent veni vici messed in the box like a box of crazy believers. Mon ki breadthens baroquely.

Merry death to Jesus Christ, follow me monkey S-A-N-T-A. Happy the Goth pulling pints at the Duke of York, wear the shorts you SOB.

I due no pleasure to the feline flunky that dudes to me second sight given it's hallowed breaking point without the luxury of hope. Fuk Fuk Fuk.

Dort

Z

WU WEI

I have become one of those, a dancing wu li master, a jedi. You know you're not far off too, hanging around blogs like mine, you're a dead ringer for love.

I know nothing, premise of socrates, I am all ears but Romans you can lend me yours too. Done Zen for 30 years, it shows, done all kinds of esotericism: I've earned it, shit have I earned it.

Tao that can be named is not the Tao, claim it and then lose it, do the yin yang hip hop rap.

First dan master in possession of me, always wrong, always right.

Du ju bo dix?

Apres

Z.