The world that summer

"There is nothing more beautiful or so alluring than self-deceit. In a World full of dead ends there is little to hold onto. One sees oneself in how one stands in relation to others. That can be a lonely picture. Lies, therefore, dominate. Sedge grows in the fen flourishing in the water burning the blood of everyone who touches it. There is no cure. When all seems lost, something unexpected happens. To taint beyond redemption. The World That Summer".
Douglas P.

Reasons for hating the net..No.44

What I dislike about internet conversations is that any true agility of mind is lost, leaving the road clear for "esprit d'escalier" artists to spend days working on their smart ass responses..Negating an artistry that is a result of half a lifetime of polishing my skills in North London pubs.

Question

For indigo..Be a gent and have the common courtesy to answer my question as to how you arrived at "proofreading"..
Please dont try to play mind games on someone engaged in traversing the screaming wastelands of nervous breakdown

All pleasure is relief

Tui's comment pricks my conscience and I feel thus obliged to report again from the grey hinterland of pre-apocalypse Islington..
It occurs to me that Heroin and Cocaine may in fact not produce a "high" (in the classic sense of, say, euphoria)at all, but simply offer an escape of the constant pain of existance..Physical pain, that is, as well as psychological..The pain of occupying what is essentially an unworthy vessel for the human soul. The friction of muscle against bone, the constant pull of gravity on the skeleton, the subtle effects of climatic pressure on the skull..Pain that like the humming of a refrigerator, we are only aware of when it ceases..

Crime and punishment

This happened a few days ago, thought I might as well throw it to the ether, so to speak, as I'm not convinced anyone reads this poorly attended blog at all anymore..

I went out at about 8.30 last week and opened my door only to find in the alley a little hoodie bastard with both the wheels off my mountain bike..
Naturally, I slapped him around a bit, made him put it all back together,. then D-locked his head/neck to a drainpipe while I tested it.
Two D-lockings later, and having been been menaced with pliers and an axe, hoodie was permanently traumatised and my bike was again roadworthy...
Needless to say, by the time I let him go he was sobbing hysterically and pleading for his miserable life....
Now I understand the kicks the old bill get...

A question..

Is homicidal joy the diametric opposite of suicidal depression?

Holocaust.

"I don't know something called International Principles. I vow that I'll burn every Palestinian child (that) will be born in this area. The Palestinian woman and child is more dangerous than the man, because the Palestinian child's existence infers that generations will go on, but the man causes limited danger. I vow that if I was just an Israeli civilian and I met a Palestinian I would burn him and I would make him suffer before killing him. With one hit I've killed 750 Palestinians (in Rafah in 1956). I wanted to encourage my soldiers by raping Arabic girls as the Palestinian women is a slave for Jews, and we do whatever we want to her and nobody tells us what we shall do but we tell others what they shall do."

- Ariel Sharon, current Israeli Prime Minister, In an interview with General Ouze Merham, 1956

Needle Exchange manifesto

The following pompous and overblown prose is some pr work I did for a freind's band..Remember it's really just a big-up...


A manifesto

NX is;

Essentially a misnomer.Disingenuity. A deliberate act of chicanery.
A question for which no whole answer exists.
Where point meets counterpoint.
A conjunction of Archangel and Antichrist, high the jetstream, soaring above Londons debris.
Chaos and control.
Scars and blushes
A punch and a kiss.
Eros and Thanatos.
Hot tears in cold bedrooms.
Lovers licks and steel toecaps.
The irresistible urge to suck the hand that bleeds.
Where colours, crimson, purple and puce shift in chromatic ballet until dusk turns all to monochrome.
And, in that darkness, surgical steel is run into the centre of your empty heart..
NX…………………..

For Elizabeth

A long, slender body barely contained by a plastic avocado bathtub. Her nakedness , her long, long, nearly white blonde hair spread in fine soft swirls. Impossibly beautiful.
A dead mermaid.
I loved you once.
Nihil ist...Nihil ist...

new day rising

About halfway through my kick,(down to 15 migs)and finally emerging from one of the worst depressions of my life.
Saw Nurse With Wound at RFH last night..Magnificent. David Tibet kissed my hand(???), and upon leaving, we witnessed a full lunar eclipse over the river.
Expect this blog to change in the near future.