"INTERMITTENT SIGNAL."

Monday, June 09, 2008

Sans blague!

Time is nigh to mark off two blogging landmarks: 6 to my 200th post and my two years with blogspot in July. If you ask me, I do write for an audience which was frustrating for my first 6 months. I fancy myself as a writer, but have not heard a call from nature as yet. It won't matter if i don't. I try not to cling to my thoughts or my writing as neither secure happiness. Socrates said that the pursuit of wisdom is the greatest journey (but only insofar as it secures happiness in my opinion.)

It's crap saying 'things come full circle'. Oh well it's said now.

Happiness crapiness say some: every person who matters tells me to 'feel the bumps'. To the depressive, being not too suicidal is good. To me, seeing the world in a grain of sand and heaven in a flower, touching on sublimity every day when it is offered and reflecting profundity back to the world is not only a waste of time it is probably the greatest waste of time that I have ever had!

Peace and Love

Z

The poorest may know the meaning of bad luck: economics is the measure of misery that defines the possible and permissible of the poorest. "God" only helps if one accepts delusion, christians by and large do OK thanks. Sod's law? Bad karma? Fate? Luck? No none of these - poverty is total nonsense, abject poverty is completely absurd, suffering is simply a bad joke.

Hahahahahahaha. Not a nice comfy joke and not wholehearted guffaws of laughter but... simply ironic: a humour that leaves a nasty taste in the mouth but asks for no comments nontheless, is just what it is. Rather negative actually, wishing to appear only neutral but never positive in the christian sense that 'god is good.'

If money is the root of all evil then evil is the bedfellow of the poorest, the poorest are those with nothing in the Queen's banqueting house - made to feel hungry by an accident of birth or pure self pity.

Z

Friday, June 06, 2008

Free? A bit precarious really. Got a couple of ties, perhaps a little looser but mercifully attached. If I crane my neck everything gets a bit clear and solid. Oh my, I laughed just after I grinned at the thought of giving out and flowing along with little to speak of.

Feelings are God, something soundly human - quite a hierarchy of preferred states - the only true states - Freedom, the One God, genitur of all states.

Z

Tuesday, June 03, 2008

Hear ye! El Daily Mail, "GB's broken society" - story so far - blogger victim of port blocade, sends post from tent near the home of Guillaume el Conquistador @ 5 euros for two hours.

But, and this is a big but (!), what price a true appraisal as per the Daily Quail? I agree, shit that means I'm well out on the starboard bow.

Latest fashon accessory in Britain? Chewing gum. If you got no attitude, not the slightest curve or the suggestion of an edge, you doan do the do doode. Do be do.

Look at me that way c**t I'll slice yer throat, you doan dare linger a second on me face I'll see you (finger prongs some sickening gesture from my eyes pointing at you).

Hell - i'm outta here asap, this piece of a planet is broken and I doubt if anyone can fix it.

Z