Hmmmm Skyscraper I love you.

I can't remember whether it was Burroughs or Ginsberg how said about the Empire state building looking like a big Needle piercing the sky, blood red filled up to hit the heavens up with Gods own Medicine. I'd love o live in a tower block but would need a whole floor to myself. Perhaps i could go from the attic tramp to the penthouse tramp. I love those big concrete buildings, with metal mesh on the front. When there lit up at night(office shut lights on, something wrong there)they look like those things in takeaways to attract the insects. I saw a Helicopter landing on top of a tower block once it was seat of your pants stuff. The wind kept blowing it away from the tower with its updrafts. Thank Fuck I'm not on that one i thought.

There is a whole generation n love with the chemical skyscraper. I don't drink but I would never turn my nose up at pharmaceutical drugs say i found them innocently. The company's make all these drugs that make you feel great they ban them. have they absolutely lost it.
A Gov. advisor in the UK go the sack, no mind he's an ADVISOR to the PM he was sacked when the PM didn't take his or any of his colleagues in the DAB(Drug Advisory Board) a board set up to advise on drug policy when it said Cannabis Should not be Criminalised. Hmmmmm Hear what he wants to hear.

I had a thought what if me and a thousand people(official amount to start a religion in the UK) got together and called ourselves I dunno the Tree of Golden Light Worshippers, Worship Pot and take it as a sacrament. Now there would be more to it than that but Under the UNHRC you can take any sacrament that doesn't involve killing humans (Blame the Protocols of Zion, that viscous piece of Fascist literature, boys blood for of all things Matzo Balls Jeez Fun-dies and racist have little imagination for that)Go think, you know if it worked we'd have the biggest religion in the United Kingdom

Smoke Em If Ya Got Them.

Can you Plagarise yourself i suppose you can but i dont feel am I'm gonna copy my salvia post into this blog. Its from my weirdness. Its a post I made ages ago you cant judge if I'm getting better


This stuff to the left is salvia divinorum, weird stuff indeed. It has some combination of LSA and other chemicals in it that make this innocuous looking green shrub like relative of Sage something hip.

I have only tried it a few times, and that's not like I ended up getting put off it, no I enjoyed my experiences. I just haven't been bothered enough to get a train to the location of the Nearest Market that has a head stall.

One night was absolutely different to my other experiences with this stuff. It was six times extract, through a two foot water pipe. Now I had just had the ordinary stuff, just the ordinary leaves before so I just iron lunged it down. I have been described as a owner of a pair of leather lungs due to the way i completely drag a spliff(If I'm lucky enough to get past one) or cigarette or cigar(I'm a open opportunity smoker). My Friend who had gave me some of his extract to try, who had warned me it was strong could hardly contain himself as he watched me huff more of the stuff than he had ever seen. I held it in for around a minute. Then i passed him the bong. 'Nothings happening' he looked at me.

Then it was as if I was watching him through a tunnel, all I could see was his face and the rest of what I could see was like a kaleidoscope round him like shifting mandalas. I lay back closed my eyes and it was similar to the moment in 2001 when he says 'its full of stars' and goes into hyperspace, it was so similar I wondered if my body WAS actually getting stretched by my entry to hyperspace. In under two minutes i was back on the couch 20 Min's later I was at baseline.

I can see what the fuss is about, but i will say its weird.

How to walk with kings and baffoons

IF

IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

I know its new of those lame ones that nearly everybody puts up in a moment of distress but it helps.

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Economic Meltdow causes stupidtity outbreak

I am unemployed, that's enough for the purpose of this story.(I used to be a Librarian) We in the world of the unwashed dole cue millions get the pleasure(if we are intelligent enough)of watching the rest of the world become increasingly stupid.
One symptom are these 'send us your gold, as golds never been higher in price for bullion' adverts in which you see them melting down what is supposed to be 'junk jewellery' for bullion. I'm sorry to say most of these pieces of jewellery are actually worth more as jewellery. The craftsman ship should count for something. So all these suckers are getting is scrap value for something they would get more cash for selling privately to a high street jewellers/ Is this a scam to get it all back melt it down then sell it back. Hmmmmmm

Cash Converters they really should be forced to have on there sign, 'talking a big stick to the poor for years and proud'

Selling Tresured Items

If I am contemplating selling my first Wolverine comic, life must be getting desperate. E Bay's a rip off and half the pawnshops or Bargain shops or whatever they are really don't help, truth be told they move into a town and relentlessly take a baseball bat to the poor.

I've got old PC's monitors but for some reason no one in this ecological day and age wants to repair things and do them up. God I upgraded my PC from a 2 MB piece of shit that could hardly play Myst(yes I'm old) to a 50GB with whistles and bells before I finally decided to by a new one after repairing it became financially unviable.

Its a damn good monitor, I can find a good home for it but I need cash.
I might sell my guitar,(arrrrrrrrrrrrrgh that holds special pain) I don't know, maybe my computer will go and I'll use my crappy laptop then upload/download everything at a internet cafe.

Light a candle for the poor folks I would of when I could afford em.

'Ya say pal I couldn't Bum a cigarette, I couldn't;'t usually do this sort of thing but you know how it is for a American Abroad' Humph Bogey(cant remember the films name but he's in South America in it, obviously trying to bum a smoke)

Dear Boss from Hell

I really thought the grating guitar and the phrase 2:1 in Elastica's song suited the From Hell comic so i did this as the last of my little Moore tributes now i need to start making some original stuff.

Today's been the usual Sunday, never get enough time with Athenisis. We lay in the fresh sun of a Sunday more and soaked up the intimacy of just being together. Tempus Fugit unfortunately. All
too brief.

Well thats it but I'm no making any vids likt that again, way to much interest. (sarc.)

Moore and Cope vol2 - V Hurries on but the Indians follow him

Something Cheerier From a freind of mine

Cope and Much Moore

Electrical Stormgirl Wont you please.............

Opiated Sleep

Ophelia-Dante Rossetti

Happy

People are Finding Me - Find the others - Find a purpose

Another morning another large coffee(I have a coffee mug more akin to a large soup bowl with a handle) another marmot sized roll up.

Living with your parents can have its highs and lows. Its great living in the attic of the bank of M n D. Its hard to explain to potential partners that 'No Its not just my Bedroom its a full flat' To them your a sad 30 year old living with your parents not someone taking advantage of a great situation.

Things could be worse I could be a flying whale with a cape.

As the day has progressed Ive started to look on the bright side. I've started settling in early in this 'depression' so at least when the rest of the 30 something office workers and such lose there jobs and move back in with there parents, I'll have the best (I dunno, Ive heard the term Granny Flat but Never Loser-son flat) Loser-Son Attic Flat.

Anyway it doesnt help much my brothers have all been pretty successful house wives kids ya know. Now I never wanted kids, I still dont, i dont rule out my mind changing but I'm not planning for them. It must cost near 50,000 pounds to bring up a kid, probably more. I could go to the Amazon or Egypt for that kind of money.

How did I get onto the subject of kids, must be The Super Moby Dick of Space making me think strangely. What the hell where the writers smoking with that one. I can se them with a big spliff in the Story Board Room
'He hehehehe Right its a flying whale' guffaw guffaw 'and guess what' holds in laughter 'Its got a tiny red cape' as the rest of them piss themselves in laughter

Thanks to all who have found my blog and left comments. This is so much easier for me than making vids.

Oh yeah now Im skint i might sell my comics what do folk think?

my T McKenna Mashup

Tell me what you think

Trying to Start again

Start Again.Hmm Start Again. Hmm S T ART AGAIN Hmm. A G A I N START. It doesn't make sense. Its an oxymoron isn't it? ISNT IT??? Start implies begin, begin again. Technically its a case of start something else not start again or maybe start something similar. Like never being able to step in the same river twice.I'm Ranting

Well that is it that's what I have to do. Start something else. New Job, college course, uni course or even just something that pays well and has little free time, sounds weird looking for little free time, but if I earn and have time on my hands I don't save, I drink.

I want to travel a lot. Wanderlust. My brothers in New Zealand but i didn't get on with him famously with him when he was here but it never came to blows. Well it is a thought. I've always wanted to see Middle Earth.

Hope to have more vids up I have asked a few Friends if I can put some of there work up. Some havent replied and I asked them quiet a while ago.

Hope To have something soon.