Some comrades steer their way through the shoals and reefs placed to draw the innocent to their 19th hole spiritual vindication. Of course the pensions and the life insurances help. Also useful, the Sundays worshipping lord god almighty. The perms, blue rinses and wigs make the secret loathing a very private affair. The truth about the club 50+? Batonned the hatches down for the mirth the club 50+ knows it deserves. My family bears the cross of husband and father that simply cannot play the white man's game. No, it's not nobility or politics (this is however what I choose), it's bi-polar disorder, the ghost in the machine. Why does a life with constant originality from which people choose paths that are predictable, cause global suffering in the quid pro quo where predictability is the greatest harm on a planet of people too scared to let go?

Z.

"Eternity."

Life, to me , makes much more sense, as long as eternity floats my boat.

25 years past, I accidentally overdosed on fly agaric fungi. At some point during my sleep, I ended up living forever. I was trapped in infinity. These days the greatest quality of our universe to me, is the totally unmistakeable fact that by pure incontravertability, every single iota of all things that are, are eternal.

It is not about god, its not about Earth, it is not about Obama, China, or me. My universe is perfect and unstressed, it possesses all possibilties to achieve utter perfection.

In the words of Bob Marley, a loving man, "Don't worry about a ting, every tings gonna be alright."

Z.

Let me tell you the story of mussels cooked in garlic and Muscadet sur Lie. Get your mussels for 2 euros 50 per kilo in Leclerc or Casino. 1 kilo serves 6. Fry 3 fat cloves of pungent garlic briefly in olive oil. Chuck in the mussels, 'fry' for 3 minutes. Pour half a bottle of Muscadet into the deep pan and bubble for 5 minutes until the mussels open up, serve but discard the unopened ones.

Simple.

I can also sleep on a sofa, ride a motorcycle, enjoy watching Corrie, Eastenders and Hollyoaks, pick my nose to upwards of 80% satisfaction ( used to enjoy eating bogies, but got shamed to pack it in.), driving like a real man in the snow, thinking about harming others (mainly people who have a problem with my driving, and/or cut me up. I find it quite hard to get on with anyone who is not my clone, and (chauvinistically) I find it difficult to come to terms with the use of makeup.

I hate CCTV except when it depicts me writing creatively on my daughter's laptop at 23.35 and which I sell to other artists under the rubrik, "quornography,"

This suggestion lies docily at the heart of vegetarianism thus expressing the essence of the sexuality and depression syndrome calling all to evaluate why do they keep shagging. Do or die? I don't think so.

Z

"All that we need to do, is keep on talking."

Words eh? Fuckin' hell. CAN'T YOU ALL FUCKIN' SHUT UP? The Guessors, The liars, The self-publicists, The believers, The prophets and all the rest.

You are a fucking waste of breath, nothing is ever going to save you from certain death. Every machination of avoidance tactics like shopping, fucking, reading, boozing avoids and masks the one certain truth from your eyes.

I have spoken to a couple of folks to pose the greatest question the heres and nows may ever pose: "Why is the passage of time getting faster?" We all know it but I have never met a person who can answer that question.

Seems like a physics/e=mc2 kind of question. I once read about a physicist who spoke of the refraction of the speed of light. Might just get off my fat ass and find out.

Z.

Paradigm Shift

One day, whilst proselytizing Recovery, a brand new concept in supporting and framing the best of the emerging principles of mental health services, I found in my "back pocket" a surging thoroughbred complex, nourishing a totally different world order that so begs the world's attention, tantamount to paradigm shift, actually, the power and inspiration of a long-anticipated spiritual and intellectual revolution.

In mental health, in UK, recovery demands the adulation of the old school potboilers: social and medical models. Recovery gleams in the eyes of those seeking change to old unhelpful systems. Paradigms are simply put, the totality of received wisdom that glues the prevailing version of 'reality.' Recovery is the protagonist that I get kicks from all my gleeful working days. What strikes me is how emotionally lifted I feel as the meaning of 'paradigm shift' flashes across my increasingly hungry mind.

The paradigm shift has begun, love has found a way, god bless america.

Z.