Grab yr Gats kids!

Boys in nursery schools should not be discouraged from playing with toy guns and other weapons, the government says.
"Although noisy for adults such imaginary games are good for their development as well as good fun"
Beverley Hughes
Children's minister.
I come from a Methodist, working class family, and was from an early age forbidden toy guns. The problem was, that every time my sisters and myslef were taken to the park, every stick we picked up was a submachine gun, rifle or pistol.
It wasn't until we started cutting our morning toast into pistol shapes and capping each others asses with our bread-based firearms that my mother finally and dispairingly capitulated..
Heheheh.

La Luna...For J.Whiteside Parsons.

Tabula Rasa

Satori via the Jetsons

Was speaking to the good Mr T (Lazysnakes old landlord again) about the way that during the 70's "the future" was marketed to us..We would all take holidays on the Moon and zip around in jet-packs enjoying our limitless leisure time.
In fact, the only difference betwen 2007 and the 70's is the internet.
And what the fuck do I find myself DOING with the internet most of the time?
Looking up dumb-ass 70's TV programmes to watch...

Jesus wept...

Ascetecism

Stop boozing and smoking.
Unthinkable yet inevitable.

The long way back again. Again.

Emerging anew from the darkness of the tunnel I had crawled back into.
Free finally from a long overdue gestation in the foetid maw of the whore whose womb has been my tomb.
No more time submerged and weightless in that dark fremitus.
The caul is now broken.
Cold air fills my lungs once again.

Retribution

Returning to health so my mind has turned to evening the score a little..
If two wrongs don't make a right then try THREE.

Still I rise! Goddammit! Who the hell else? Show thyself so that I may be at peace once more!

A review I just did for a friend. Just to show I'm still about.
See www.bigcityredneck.co.uk/articles/Barry_Adamson_%40_The_Southbank/69/9/1

Synchronicity

punk on the london w-e show
Uploaded by adrien_fournier

Was watching this video, when-check the interval-I realised it was made 31 years ago to the day.

Nothing to see here...Move along now...

Of virtually no interest to anyone(as is my assumption)is the fact that I am in a previously unparalelled state of self disgust and contrition..My pathetic inability to deal with my addiction has meant I now have to present myself, temporarily but wretchedly broken at the feet of a govt. agency.

Congressman Bud Dwyer. An American hero.

Someone who chose to face death on HIS OWN terms..Instead of years spent rotting away in a stinking cell, he chose the route of the truly heroic and spectaclular, and enriched all our lives.
An inspiration to not enough people.
An act of utter purity and of final truth in a dishonest and tainted world.
Thanks Bud.

Glory glory halleluja, you'll get what's comin to ya...

No more about the creeping scum-trash that judge,and seek to harm me...Theyre going to get their wagons fixed and, hey..It doesnt make for good blogging.
Thanks to all who stood by me and didnt just think it all the product of a horribly drug-warped mind. It wasnt.
A new day is rising..I feel strong. Stronger than ever.
L.A.M.F.
Otter

When you REALLY stare into the abyss.....

You get a fit of the giggles...

Doug P.

God I miss my cat.

Kali help them..

They have tortured me long enough.
I feel like an animal in a cage that is poked with a stick every time it seeks sleep or any vestige of peace.
I am on the point of a complete breakdown of control over my actions and (already questionable) sanity. Suicide? no. They genuinely seek this end, but I guarantee that if any life is lost, it will NOT be mine.
I am a human bomb that has lain hidden deep in the clay that forms the baisin, the crucible of this city.The stillborn progeny of a Stuka that screamed me into existance...
Now what was for decades a latent, passive energy that would one day corrode into history, once again sits primed, increments away from (I cannot even add the "possible" caveat)inevitable detonation.
Those who would toy with the unstable, understand not the implications of what they have
unearthed.
I sit here..
Ticking.


Watch me.

A confession..

My confession:Been doing the deca-dance with the gear for a few months..The constant hell Ive been getting from my upstairs neighbours, (who have made it clear they have a camera, f- knows how, on me by delivering a running commentary via the non-existant soundproofing between our flats, on WHATEVER it is I am doing, WHEREVER I may be..) hasnt helped.
My long standing mental health issues have returned, and I expect them to try to use the information they spend ALL their time collating against me.
Even now she's/they are winding me up with whispers that come either from a speaker she dropped into the wall cavity or via the tv or computer speakers.(have to look into this..)
Now, reader, this may sound utterly schizoid but after a conversation with a tech guy from my net provider,it was explained as being utterly and emanantly possible.*
What upsets me is that I have done NOTHING whatsoever to these people that could justify their concerted attempts to ruin my life...
They are justifying it by invoking a flame job I unwisely did on some septic tank (yank)months ago.
However, if they expect shame or embarrassment on my part, they got the wrong bloke.
Started the day with a stiff dose of meth, and look upon the absolutely inescapable prospect of withdrawal with a sense of utter dread.
Also I have financially ruined myself, just to put a fucking cherry on it.
Wish me luck, I implore you.

*Addend..The tech guy at bulldog explained that my neighbours apparrant ability to gethis/her voice to come out of my tv/comp speakers is done by "cracking the freq." apparrantly..

"I have such nightmares, and you're ALL in ALL of them.. D.Tibet

This is a draft posting I did before those upstairs/I (through tech ignorance) crashed my comp...


The cold black wind blew through my bones last night...First very dopesick one for some time..I stood my ground, ignoring the gurgling of the meth djinn in the fridge trying to force his way out of the bottle and slither coldwarm into my stomach.
Blessed 9am is coming and............I hit the streets to score.
Of course, being a day when it is imperative that I score fast and w/out hass, no-one is about. I ride my mountain bike down through sheets of grey rain, past the peeling billboards on the Caledonian road, down to Kings Cross to make my connection..

No.

I'm NOT having the "Dont tell me dont" dog slime shit-cunt(see comments "a cornered animal")line thrown at me. Not on these pages..Thats wifebeater shit..(Take it from me, I know. And I speak from observation, not experience).

;-)

"If I were given the opportunity to start up the next Holocaust, I would definitely have more lenient entry requirements than the Nazis."
M Moinihan

And suddenly the sky blew off....

.....Millions dead...(Crying) "There was nothing anyone could do.." ..

12:49
Something got to me today..Is this circus REALLY the centre of the universe? It takes exactly the same number of molecules to make up the human body as, in terms of mass, it would take human beings to make up a star...Are we really the at the centre of the vortex? Midway between the molecular and the celestial?
Oh shit.