In fact you're all mere dadaists, cos If i don't think about how to attempt to make impossible points, here....there are hundreds every day even the odd thousand. But when i eventually rev up, why not nothing else to do, as per yest, hardly anyone.
Very surreal dadad personality disorder, or even inverse fairy
now what matters? as metaphor, word picture, allegory or just symbolic of the times - which actually haven't changed much for 20 years; and all Colonel Chret could say 33 back was " well at any time there are usually 40 or 50 wars ongoing .." and he should know as he started half of them.
Obliquely.
As Pilger so brilliantly described in his splendid repetitive authoritative journalism.
SO all that matters, even if i guess i shall not manage, is having some common language as to symbolic figures. Their names. We can't of course use due nonsense libel or the even worse "you can't say that"ism stuff... has to be fictionalised.
And at last even if i wasn't looking for the first of them - the ultimate in putting oneself out there dressed up in sylvan fairy costume and shamanic hocus pocus, so brilliantly curated, so as to be an ever constant ultima all seeing eye for sale..
There i go and spy a silhouette outside a supermarket six weeks ago...
And i just knew.
I didn't know how lined and sourfaced without the self Photoshhopping.
The moment the parallel Quest ended.
So, that really was i guess why such noisy nothing tolerated...
And somehow should be in something that could be left behind.
And then there's the other thing, all...kindof everything, wordpictured, as symbolic in that its just about intermittent fault (and i dont believe its in the 'stars')
Even this bugger... i mean what on earth do you make of anything when something supposedly 'solid state' or as good as is randomly wonky
i shall come to these another day even if The Quest really should cover some of it
And the PR - i had no idea how next level it had becomes by default aesthetic...and it doers disturb, especially when you know it's in fact more Goebbels than Goebbels...
ahhahh i found her again! ... but i can't be bothered yet to turn her the right way up as the whole things the wrong way around, anyway...
(i THINK the random fine mongrel halfbreed filmaker woman in the 4wd VW understood?? " you can never ever get what you need off a menu especially when the prices are so astronomical here ion The Source... not surprising they cant have a walk in the hills without all those phonecalls as you have to do a lot of extra grifty gigs to afford the fifteen hundred quid soul workshops...")
Anyway where did i get to other than last few days extra effort to make sure full battery and... i don't know if there is really any point
As it does take two to tango
And the tango is obvious ...
Has been the same one for ever - or for modernity at least,
GREAT culture even if Jenny Cideres are rather depressing, changes us as did seeing the depiction of the brown man I still remember his name, Dith, walking out the flicks so so depressed " i could never for a second be so astonishingly human and brave as that Eastern man...." and knowing that moment all peoples are the same - in theory, no matter which side of the planet they live on...
And also youve got to have a sort of a bit of a laugh too...
Earnestness never did work.
(no 'new new ager ' all of whom are merely in the business, ANY old business, of not being a cleaning lady - even if the blokes started it!! ... can't do, why all their thousands of quid on Mindful hellishness doesn't work as the purpose is to laugh at OURselves... ...which i think Candide kindof got? i can't remember.. a kind of useful dada-absurdism ... ish.... Im just talking to myself ...all i know is i for years always sleep well no matter what which is 'zen' unless one is a total psychopath as i am sure they sleep well too..... and to see that one with a mask still on at her work a few weeks ago....forget it theyre all still self pitying mad... and anyway ...well a cup half full of hemlock is why do i have mini miracles? ... it is a miracle my old jalopy is still trundling along.... but of course USA is so far advanced in the nutjobbery when four years ago one meets a pukka train driver woman theoretically feet on the ground yet they all spout nonsense such as " my signpost, traffic control box, is always the Course in Miracles.." so there never was any hope there ......why a couple of birthing babes are the only last hope ... or were i guess nobody can communicate anything real.... so why do i bother?
one thing i do know which is exactly the opposite of what their whole thing is - Buddhist this and that etc etc mindfulness hocus pocus, doing "THE WORK" ... the Southerner is far far less frank and open as s/he spends all day and night preaching s/he is...its interesting deep down even if the end of the world)
