Wednesday, April 19, 2006

Hope flies, it flies eternal,
Pitching, pitching this way and that,
It flies eternal,
Eternally flies hope.

The bastard mother clings,
Wrapped, it flies,
Clinged by white thorn legs,
Still flies eternal - hope.

Velveted thorns wrapped,
Without, within hope flies,
Eternally it flies,
Though wrapped, it flies.

Pitching, not invincible,
Immortal it soars,
West it flies, east as well,
Flies hope, pitching this way and that.

"Leave this hope,
Cling elsewhere,
Turn aside this velvet blanket,
You will not find your match,
No opponent here,
No glory, Mother."

"Cling i to you,
Wrap you in my belly,
Sting awaits, sighting for the kill,
Must you pitch? Tire you not?
Take it fast, quick with less pain,
No glory to pitch, east and west."

"I tire, i sleep,
Immortal i'll die,
Undead will birth,
Still you cling,
And wrap in thorns,
Is this your nature,
Armed Mother white velvet?"

"I am smarter than you,
Cleverest of all,
Glimpse through my pane:
There is no right or wrong,
No, 'What is',
There is only what i say.

You will not understand me,
You know not your heart,
You pitch and strike out,
But you know not what at.

Whence find you out,
Seizeth your pitch,
My sting you embrace,
Hold it closely at last,

Your flight IS eternal,
And passes from you,
Lie you cozed,
With white blanket,
Of velveten hue."

Thursday, January 12, 2006

A Dogs-Eye View - 2

People who have atleast half a brain. Thank you very much... both of you... :)

Tuesday, January 10, 2006

A Dogs-Eye View - 1

Here we go then. So i'm cynical it seems... Now that i know what it means, i don't mind so much. However, i thought it might be fun to perhaps represent here some not thought of as cynical, nice, pleasant things.
This is part One in what might perhaps be a short-lived thread.
E&O.E.. Heh...

A Dogs-Eye View - 1

Toilets in pubs and clubs that have GENTS written on the door in nice big bold letters, instead of some half arsed picture of some duke or Elton John or something. Thanks man :)

Friday, December 09, 2005

The Mind of the Driving Man

Hmmm… here’s the key... not that it makes a difference, any key would open this car, I should get central locking, with an alarm, but it’s not that cheap, I should look into that at some point though. It’s 6:30, super time for a leisurely drive back home. Fuck. K, let’s have some music then... that’s better... Which way should I go? Left towards Garuda Mall or take a U Turn and go via MG Road? Better decide fast... FUCK!!!! Asshole!!! Fuck it, I don’t give a shit, take the fucking u turn... There we go, great choice friend, right up to your arse in traffic now. Fucking bastard bus drivers. But then they have it quite bad too. Still bastards though. Any cops around? I should message someone and see if there is a plan. Oh, the light's green now, here we go. Shit, it’s red again and I hardly moved. At this rate, it will take me... lets see, maybe an hour or so to go the 4 or 5 kilometers. Anyway, now I can message... BEEEP BEEEP... oh, someone beat me to it, who is it? Oh, there’s a good one “What your doing man?” “Iamn ot”... shit... “I am not doing anything, what your doing man?” Send. Still traffic... is that cop looking at me? I should look away maybe... Green, good, lets get going now... Yaaay!... FUCK!!! What the??? What an asshole man... What a complete bastard... Fucking hell... Fine, move it along now dipshit... Oh... oh indeed, I should have guessed... Good lord... Okay, we’re moving now, the trinity circle signal is green! MOVE! MOVE IT IDIOT!! You can do it... come on baby, you can do it... you’re doing it! You’re doing it!! RED!!! NOOOOO!!!!!!!! Hang on, you can still do it! Yes you can! Try! But there are cops there... fuck it... sigh...

Zoning out now, hope I don’t drop off to sleep... Who the fuck is honking??? What??? WHAT??? Fuck you too... This, is a loooong signal... indeed it is... Okay... here we go again. FRRREEEE!!!! I am FREEEE!!! Super... shit bums, those headlights are bright, can’t see shit... hope there aren’t any bad potho- OW!!! Fucking hell man!! Hmmm... fuck it... but what’s that strange and new sound? Lovely... I think my car is trying to tell me something... something to the effect of “Well you are over 6 or 7 thousand kilometers overdue for a service man! What did you expect???” Yeah, I know, but what the fuck... you know how it is... should I go via airport road or Cambridge layout? You always ask this and you always go via Cambridge Layout, so what’s the point dude? Fine, Cambridge layout it is then. Is it Thursday? No, good for that... hehe... suckers... I wonder why people feel the need to do that? Don’t you? Do you? No? Sure? Fuck it... I wonder how that Ooty chocolate shop is doing... Take a right here. Maybe there should be an “International Driving Persons Day”, is there one already? ASSHOLE!! What assholes man... Screw it, zone out, just zone out... drive, but zone out...

Almost on the home stretch now, I hate busses. And there are far too many autos on the road. But if there were less then they’d screw around more, since demand would exceed supply, but there usually are empty autos around, the problem is they don’t want to go where you want to go, they screw around, but that’s weird, cos if supply is higher than demand, well, they shouldn’t screw around, should be the opposite... strange... here we are now, park nicely, remove the CD player panel, check all the doors are locked, get out, check all the doors are locked… Tea, I need tea :)

Wednesday, November 30, 2005

Lunch with B, H, D & W

“Hullo, I’m Bob, this is Harry” Bob indicates Harry. B:Good cologne, nice shoes, expensive but weird shirt, what’s with that??? “Shall we order first then? Are we all having lunch?” B:Didn’t take a dump in the morning, I wont be eating much. Bob flags a waiter, “Could you get the menu please?” B:Fast!!! “So did you find the place easily?” says Bob to Dick, B:Is he stupid or not? “Yeah, came straight here, took a while to get parking though, you know how it is” D:Should I? Should I??? “It’s the downside of owning a big car” B:Man! What a wank! Why doesn’t he have a fucking driver then??? Idiot! “Yeah, that can be difficult, heh” B:Real idiot!

“Thank you” says Bob to the waiter, and they all get interested in the menu. W:Thank my ass motherfucker! Look at me again in that way and it wont only be spit in your food! Son of a bitch! Go fuck yourself and your fancy clothes! Woke up at four fucking thirty to get here, and you thank me??? Piece of shit! “Velcom”

Bob, Harry and Dick are looking intently at their respective menus. B:I can’t eat much, and I hate the food here, but let’s see, maybe lobster? Or is that too obvious? Look at his shirt! Fuck that! “I’ll have the lobster, it’s awesome here!” says Bob. W:Excellent choice Mr.Crapface! Maybe spiced up with a little of my secret ingredient? “And I’ll have a London Fish ‘n’ Chips” says Harry, H:Is that too common, childish? But I liiiike it! “I’ll have the lobster too, but go easy on the sauce, and make sure there’s fresh lime on the side” says Dick triumphantly. D:Heh, who’s the motherfucker now? Bob looks startled. B:How? HOW??? He’s good!

So, shall we get down to business?” Says Bob. B:How much? How much can I squeeze out of Dick face here? “Yes, of course, that’s what we’re here for isn’t it?” says Dick. B:He’s really pissing me off now. “Sorry sir, no lobster” interjects the waiter. B:Friggin fucking great! That’s just fucking perfect! “Sorry sir” W:I could serve you fucking crab and you wouldn’t know the fucking difference, assholes! The waiter seems to be suppressing a smile. W:Hope a crab bites your fucking balls! Ha! Bob looks perplexed. “Well, what would you suggest?” B:Shit, I’m too obvious, did Dick weed catch onto that? Naaa, I got away with it. “Sir chicken is there, mutton, fish….” W:Just order, assholes. “Kalamari’s there?” asks Bob. B:I sound like an idiot now. “No sir, no kalamari” W:But I could kick your fucking ass if you’d like that? Dick’s looking at the menu again, “I’ll have the Balls in Garlic sauce”, says Dick, straight faced. The waiter is straight faced too. W:Ha! Man, you must be a real idiot… Bob’s suppressing a smile. B:Balls in garlic sauce! Ha! How could he do that??? Man, he’s REALLY good or a complete asshole! Harry’s left to go to the bathroom. H:Ha! He said balls in garlic sauce! “Make it two, and please serve garlic bread with mine” B:Gotcha that time Dick shit! “Fine sir” says the waiter, “Any drinks sir?”

Thursday, October 20, 2005

Angry Chair - Trois

And so, am still here, it would seem, sitting. So many questions, so few answers. I think perhaps one should not ask so many questions. Would balance out the lack of answers a bit. Maybe that's wisdom. Ha!

But anyway, strange thing happened today. We were just peering passed some wicked looking clouds, and would you like to know what we saw? Well, there was this hill, or mountain, and as we looked longer it seemed to come nearer, like zooming in on it or something. Things became quite clear for a bit and on the hill there was this group of people standing around. They all seemed to be looking at something intently. It was quite strange really, the thing they were looking at i mean.

It was a little dog. Now, this in itself is not a strange thing of course, but the dog was chasing it's tale and would not stop! Funny thing that. Made us smile. But, the people who were looking at it, they were all very serious... Now, i couldn't understand this, because, a dog chasing its tale... well, that's funny! So, why were all the people so... morose?

Stop it! You! Stop it! Piss off other me, so what if i'm asking a question? So? Yes, but... just piss off...

Hmmmmm.... some people... Anyway, after quite a while, the dog stopped chasing its tale and bounded off down the hill quite happily. The people looked on.
Then there's this sound like a "BOOOOOOOiiiiinnnnng" followed by a "Schooooooouuuup" and i'm being pulled backwards like there's a long bungee or elastic cord attached to my back or something. Zooming up, whizzing past the clouds...then there i was, still, looking down on those big grey clouds again.

I'm wondering, how on earth did i get the chair to move??? Damn, just like the answer to the biggest question of them all - life - coming to you when you're neither awake nor asleep, but in between. You know it all then, oh yes you do, but then you fall sleep, and when you wake up.... well, it's gone.

Wednesday, October 19, 2005


So, it's been a few years now since i've realised that i'm not creative. Came as a bit of a shock then, but was suprisingly quick to accept it, considering i'd always thought i was the creative sort. However, this does not mean i know nothing about creativity. No, indeed it does not.

Anyway, today i have nothing to say. Nothing at all. I tried, but i just wasn't able to vomit out the usual rubbish. So, i'm going to paste the lyrics of a song here that is indeed not rubbish. There ya go...

"Cygnus X-1, Book II: Hemispheres"

[I. Prelude]

When our weary world was young
The struggle of the ancients first began
The gods of love and reason
Sought alone to rule the fate of man

They battled through the ages
But still neither force would yield
The people were divided
Every soul a battlefield

[II. Apollo / Dionysus]

[Apollo: Bringer Of Wisdom]
'I bring truth and understanding
I bring wit and wisdom fair
Precious gifts beyond compare
We can build a world of wonder
I can make you all aware
I will find you food and shelter
Show you fire to keep you warm
Through the endless winter storm
You can live in grace and comfort
In the world that you transform'

The people were delighted
Coming forth to claim their prize
They ran to build their cities
And converse among the wise
But one day the streets fell silent
Yet they knew not what was wrong
The urge to build these fine things
Seemed not to be so strong
The wise men were consulted
And the Bridge of Death was crossed
In quest of Dionysus
To find out what they had lost

[Dionysus: Bringer Of Love]
'I bring love to give you solace
In the darkness of the night
In the Heart's eternal light
You need only trust your feelings
Only love can steer you right
I bring laughter, I bring music
I bring joy and I bring tears
I will soothe your primal fears
Throw off those chains of reason
And your prison disappears'

The cities were abandoned
And the forests echoed song
They danced and lived as brothers
They knew love could not be wrong
Food and wine they had aplenty
And they slept beneath the stars
The people were contented
And the gods watched from afar
But the winter fell upon them
And it caught them unprepared
Bringing wolves and cold starvation
And the hearts of men despaired

[III. Armageddon: The Battle Of Heart and Mind]

The universe divided
As the heart and mind collided
With the people left unguided
For so many troubled years
In a cloud of doubts and fears
Their world was torn asunder into hollow

Some fought themselves, some fought each other
Most just followed one another
Lost and aimless like their brothers
For their hearts were so unclear
And the truth could not appear
Their spirits were divided into blinded

Some who did not fight
Brought tales of old to light
'My Rocinante sailed by night
On her final flight'
To the heart of Cygnus' fearsome force
We set our course
Spiralled through that timeless space
To this immortal place

[IV. Cygnus: Bringer Of Balance]

I have memory and awareness
But I have no shape or form
As a disembodied spirit
I am dead and yet unborn
I have passed into Olympus
As was told in tales of old
To the city of Immortals
Marble white and purest gold...

I see the gods in battle rage on high...
Thunderbolts across the sky...
I cannot move, I cannot hide...
I feel a silent scream begin inside...

Then all at once the chaos ceased
A stillness fell, a sudden peace
The warriors felt my silent cry
And stayed their struggle, mystified

Apollo was atonished
Dionysus thought me mad
But they heard my story further
And they wondered, and were sad

Looking down from Olympus
On a world of doubt and fear
Its surface splintered
Into sorry Hemispheres

They sat a while in silence
Then they turned at last to me
'We will call you Cygnus
The god of Balance you shall be'

[V. The Sphere: A Kind Of Dream]

We can walk our road together
If our goals are all the same
We can run alone and free
If we pursue a different aim
Let the truth of love be lighted
Let the love of truth shine clear
Armed with sense and liberty
With the heart and mind united in a single
Perfect... Sphere...