Timely drippings

Here is that emergency entry that you have all been craving...the one disjointed pleading, desperate and yet still the most sensible thing that you have ever read in you entire life..All it is is honest emotional expression. Not that I have anything to say today. Are things getting better, or are they getting worse? Have I lost all fragments of imagination, due to karmic gas leaks, or have said leaks merely purified you beloved, yet defiant author into a ghastly, molten Stepford Hunter S Thompson. Only time will tell, and of course its not talking. So what do you have to say? I seem to do all the talking here, due to the possibly irrelevant fact that this happens to be my blog. Not talking either, eh, well that just suits me fine..Perhaps it must be time for some poetry then...when all else fails, try poetry, or WD40...or maybe a little of both.

Soul Mate

Blush red
When I try to see you
Turing away from the promise of soul
Made in heaven for each other
Or at least for a match or a mate

I am exhilarated when I think
Of all the possibilities ahead
Then there is nothing in the future
And I wonder will I continues to live
On this flat emotionless imageless plane

If only this reality were stocked with everything
We need only what we think we really deserve
Love and all its expressions
Laying on shelves in an orderly fashion
What could that mean? Could it be a person?
Or only God- what a let down
Or nature, beautifully consuming itself for the amusement
Of all living beings.

I am smiling and laughing
As my soul cries and stabs itself
Opening another dimension
Exactly the same as this one
But almost imperceptibly darker

I drag myself to the temple
Collapse at the altar
Not of sacrifice, but of relief
Love lives, after all!
But, just for a moment, do some dark lines
Creep along your smile, behind you eyes?
I do not know.

I Have Nothing To Say

But I couldnt help it Ollie...whine cry...well here we are in a post Bin Laden world. Take a nice deep breath, and enjoy the Serenity that is dripping from the atmosphere. I had some very powerful flashbacks to the pre 9/11 world the other day. I dont know if this is because I miss the feeling of relative safety, the absence of these constant reminders or TERROR- aghh!!!! run for the hills!!!!....its the abomination of desolation!!!!....eeekkkkk!!! in every day life, or whether I am just getting close to the end of my life,and trying to grab my Rosebud with both hands and avoid splinters. At any rat, I am getting sick of this stupid place. it seems like everyone is a jumpy aggressive shell of their former shell. Those that were talentless before now radiate pure bestialty, and those that were talented before are trying desperately to alchemize the sublime from the absurd. The only bright spot in the world of intellect, broadly speaking, is in the Sciences, and even then it is moving very slowly, because of all the bureaucratic hindrances these days: basically they can all be summarized as having to be the lap dog of multiple insipid parties in order to got from point A to point A point 000000000000001. One example- there are many- would be in Archaeology. To make any progress, your career is really based on people pleasing, rather than the originality of your ideas. If you slave as a grad student, doing your Mentors bidding, then you may be fortunate enough to find yourself in his or her stultifying position, many eons in the future.

And then there are the creative arts, the most heartbreaking of all. It is money, and nothing else, that guides here. And who pays the money? Well the producers, publishers, record industry folk for starters. But they are controlled by these evil animalistic dregs otherwise known as consumers. What music do these evolutionary dead ends want to listen to? Beiber. What movies do they want to watch? Apocalypse 14. Another depressing situation is the previously mentioned flaccidity of formerly potent artists. They strive mightily, but those patrons with a brain can always look back at their masterworks, and say why would I bother spending a fraction of a rand on this thing when I already own something of greatness? It could indeed be time for these formerly great artists to donate their fortunes to some appealing Bill Gates charity, and commit themselves to vanaprastha.

Where does all this leave me? Well maybe I am actually fortunate to be an absolute nobody, a non participant in this darkening age. In Hinduism there is a triad of gods, Brahma, Vishnu and Siva. They represent a fundamental cycle that applies to everything in the material universe. Birth, or origin, maintainance, continuation, including plateau, and destruction, sometimes referred to as regeneration. When everything has reached a point of utter valuelessness, then it has to be completely cleansed before new creation can begin. I sometimes wonder exactly how close we are to this point. There are those talking about the birth a wonderful new age, but how can we have a new age populated with unregenerate reprobates?

best of luck.

He said Captain, I said Wot.

If there was any real kind of logicy order to my brain, I would now of course begin to extol the virtues of that fabled song listed in the title. While it is true that that song is worthy of all possible praises, the real reason I decided to write this thing is to announce to the world that I am once again being poisoned. or if anyone can come up with another reason why I am experiencing a vibration in my head, cold hands and feet, a slow weak pulse and so on, that would be great too.

So that was all I really had to say, I am sure that I can enjoy the juicy irony of furiously typing a plea for help on a a dead site on the internet. How are you doing today? Few poisoners in your life. Ok fine I can fully accept any explanation, provided it is the correct one.

Ye gods,this must be about the gloomiest post I have posted in years. What is the point. Help, I am not creative or funny anymore! Save me!!