Wednesday, November 10, 2010

somos mas los buenos que los malos...

Its not us VS them.
The enemy is within.
I could unfuck myself.
You could unfuck yourself.
Together we could unfuck the world.
Pero no.
¿Que pedo?
¿Por que?

Thursday, November 4, 2010

from a funny memo from a funny memo...

millas,

probablemente ya lo hayas escuchado.

me agrada



XD

I kinda like pretty, overly-opinionated hippy girls who clearly have no idea what they are talking about.
In fact I'm pretty sure I am one.
I just wish people didn't believe in dragons.
Stuff that we can see is amazing.
We can make magic with our minds, and this is good.
Lots of lies are good.
Beautiful lies aren't evil, but no-one should claim they are true.
Believing lies is what got us in this whole fucked-up mess in the first place.

Monday, October 25, 2010

pretty videos from home and stupid songs in very stupid spanish from right here, right now.....

Q.
what do you do when a lovely girl with a lovely fringe who plays lovely lonely guitar in your brain and sometimes sings lovely songs you both like in a lovely lilting light voice sends you a video you already know of two similarly lovely girls sitting in a forrest playing lovely guitar and singing a lovely lonely song you already love in lovely lilting light voices?



A.
1. sit around in foreign land trying to write songs about foreign girls in a foreign language that you don't understand using a foreign textbook that you don't understand and a computer that doesn't understand anything at all in an attempt to try to forget about your own old life and about your own old language and about the existence of the pacific ocean.
2. fail miserably at all of the above.
3. drink many beers.

ella tiene una lista de palabras nuevas
los muchachos bailan con las muchachas
yo hablo mucho veces con mi maestra
yo trato de practicar tambien
nosotros deseamos cantar cada dia
nosotros cantamos un cancion para ella

mujeres dibujan mapas en mi mente
ella pregunta la hora
yo preparo informacion para la futura
yo necesito un buen cuaderno
nosotros conversamos siempre en espanol
nosotros tomamos limonada en cada reunion

nosotros deseamos cantar cada dia
nosotros cantamos un cancion para ella
nosotros deseamos cantar cada dia
nosotros cantamos un cancion para ella

tu siempre comunicas
enthusiasmo en espanol
un muchacho ayuda a otros muchachos
hoy yo tocaro la gitarra
nosotros usamos la forma correcto
nosotros contestamos la pregunta

nosotros deseamos cantar cada dia
nosotros cantamos un cancion para ella
nosotros deseamos cantar cada dia
nosotros cantamos un cancion para ella

ella habla sobre los productos
ella informa sobre la poesia moderna
yo contesto un sobre la arrogancia
yo espero leer una novela persona
nosotros hablamos poco en la biblioteca
nosotros hablamos rapido en la selva

nosotros deseamos cantar cada dia
nosotros cantamos un cancion para ella
nosotros deseamos cantar cada dia
nosotros cantamos un cancion para ella
nosotros cantamos siempre un cancion para ella

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

blast from last summer...

last year i loved a song
it just came on mtv mexicana
it reminded me of last summer
it made me buy beer and darts
its 3 in the morning
on a monday in monterrey
in mexico
so far away from where i was
so much has happened since
yet it still feels like last summer
the next one will be weird

Thursday, October 7, 2010

mi respuesta de un correo electronico estupido para mi universidad en Australlia....

Hi Yuki!
Hi everyone at Swinburne Abroad!

I'm fine.
I have heard gunshots several times since I arrive, last week they were very loud and right outside my house, and yesterday I could hear them en la tarde when I was smoking cigarettes and practising my spanish with cute mexican girls at uni.

Sorry, but I won't be going to meetings or communicating international offices or anyone else other than my young mexicano amigos y familia in regards to safety. They are the ones whose advice I trust, as nearly all other advice I get is hysterical and unhelpful. If it was up to many personas, especially internacional estudientes (mainly girls :P), I would spend my entire exchange locked in the toilet of my apartment.

It is very frustrating listening to international students gossiping at university about whether or not the situation is getting "better" or "worse" in an empty-headed, extremely reactionary fashion every time there is a shooting. The drug war, the apparently corrupt government and media and police, in conjunction with the apparently extreme and unquantifiable power and influence of the drugs cartels in this part of the world... well the catch-22 situation makes it completely impossible for anyone (international offices, students, and mexicana personas included) to have even the vaguest clue as to whether the situation is "getting worse" or getting better".

The gossiping personas I speak of are reading the (apparently) extremely corrupt and sensantionalist (y influential) mainstream newspapers and television every day.... if one was to believe their representation of the situation one would think that walking around Monterrey was like walking around the set of Resident Evil 4.

I have yet to see any bloodied corpses or zombies, and it is fairly unlikely that I will.

It works better for me not to think about the situation and just get on with having the most amazing time I've ever had in my life... I could get eaten by a shark swimming at the beach or be hit by a truck skating or bitten by a spider out the bush in Australia anytime... and I plan to travel all over the world to all sorts of foreign and dangerous locations in the future. Therefore I am using this experience as a means of learning how to deal with fear in a sensible manner.

Although it breaks my heart to hear stories of violence, kidnappings y shootings etc from friends, and my hear goes out to the lovely people of mexico who have to deal with the fear and violence every day of their lives... I have the philosophy that I'm more likely NOT to experience such things than I am. More people don't get shot than people who do. So I try not to let it worry me. Succumbing to fear makes it very difficult to remain happy and positive, and acting fearful in dangerous situations always makes them more dangerous. Everday bad guys can see and smell who is looking and smelling scared in the streets and are much more likely to target people whom they can tell are already terrified. Walking around the streets behind garbage bins every time a car backfires or constantly looking your shoulder is a very bad idea. If the bad guys are proper, nasty, narco-sharks with AK47s looking for a foreigner to rob or kidnap, then there is nothing I can do about it either way, so there is not point thinking or worrying about it.

I see Collingwood won the grand final replay. Tell me this is all a horrible joke made up by the Australian media especially designed to make a homesick traveller very very depressed. HAHA.

The thought of the MCG covered in Black and White streamers makes me want to vomit, but at least it has gone a long way toward allaying my feelings of homesickness. If England beat Australia in the cricket this summer, which is looking like a possibility going on both side's current form according to an australiano amigo..... I am going to be one very unhappy camper upon returning to the city of poor sporting results.

This weekend I am going to the futbal with a mexicano amigo who supports the Monterrey Tigres... I support the Richmond Tigers in the AFL. I have been watching the Primera Division de Mexico on the television and videos on youtube of the muy muy loco fans drinking beers and chanting and sometimes getting in very crazy riots. Mi amigo assures me it will be alot of fun and he knows how to ensure we avoid any dangerous situations. OLE TIGRES!!!!

On sunday I am climbing the mountains once again with amigos from Mexico and a Norwiegan Viking amigo. I'll send you some photos!

Paz y Amor,
y
¡VIVA LA MEXICO!

¡Saludos!
Millas.

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

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Sunday, October 3, 2010

sueño numero doce...

after I finally begged,
she tried to leave,
then sheepishly returned,
ding dong on my doorbell,
despite the bell-end
I ignored the pig-head.
you so stupid, stupid.

in the dreamtime I dreamt of her,
of her and her friend,
inside and out,
don’t believe the lies...
on the seventh day,
god created a shower.

I awoke avoiding reality,
wishing on whims,
wanting to touch,
very very much,
although also wildly worried,
a feeling for a friend,
es only the dreamtime amigo,
friends aren’t that friendly in the daytime.

Remember the past.
Don’t do anything stupid, stupid.
You so stupid, stupid.
Stop choosing such stupid choices, stupid.
Start being smart, stupid.

Sunday, September 26, 2010

num num num num num...

after a night of drinking on rooftops
staring at the city lights dancing
the only thing as good as waking up
in bed with lots of lovely latina ladies
is the goodness to be had upon getting up
listenin' to spanish singing and dancing
makin' sweet banana pancakes
with even sweeter back rubs.

Friday, September 24, 2010

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

sitting and staring sadly...

No tenia disposición mas que dos experiencias: la del sujeto mirado y la del sujeto mirarte. - Roland Barthes, La Camara Lucida ~ 1980.

An image begins its movement the instant we look at it.
They transform from the stoned certainty of the sensory chase, into a flowing pool of fluid meaning the instant they are captured and frozen. No matter the form a mediated memory takes, a video, a picture, a painting, a photo, there will always be movements brimming with the life of the viewer, and therefore will do a different dance for each person who picks its up. Never believe what you see. Particularly in an ever-moving memory object. For while you are looking at it and leering, like a ravenous and arrogant jackal on a desperate quest for meaning and blood, you are only staring in a mirror of memory, and it is looking back at you and laughly silently. We know this, we've talked about this, but words can't describe the magical physical manifestations of sentimentality. 

Barthes wrote Camera Lucia as a eulogy for his mother.

Sentimentality changed he though about thinking about looking at pictures.

Codes of culture and language and philosophy are limited in terms of truly understanding anything.

They often have no relevance love and pain and the past.
Love and pain and the past are all just words.

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

first dream for fucking ages...

people always say,
if you stop smoking bud,
you’ll be dreaming once more,
at night,
and in general.

i never trust what people say,
its a strength of mine,
but also a big problem,
sometimes,
people’s intentions are innocent.

people also say,
if you write down your dreams,
right away upon waking,
the memories,
return with a vengeance.

from what I can tell,
both are based in truth,
as far as I can tell,
from the information,
I have at my disposal,

I just woke up,
I dreamt that I got home,
drank beer in parks,
ate watermelon in parks,
and sat on the steps of parliament house.

you wanted to paint it purple,
I wanted to burn it down,
we couldn’t agree,
but it didn’t matter,
we were the best and brightest
of our pathetic democracy.

then I went to exchange again,
in Iraq,
Heavy Metal In Baghdad,
which was fucking good,
not very ‘cool’,
but very fucking good.

good>cool.

I didn’t want to leave,
the centre of the serious action,
because I had to head to the coast,
because I wanted to go surfing.

there I lived,
on a cliff,
the weather was hot,
the nights were nice,
the surf was massive,
the food was foreign,
the locals were crazy,
some of them were very friendly,
I made Iraqi friends-for-life.
‘bra boys’ are massive pussies.
I thought Iraq was land-locked?

a tale of two cities #3...

your coke is cooked by satan in the pits of hell


This is what the front of the 'news' pieces of paper look like in Monterrey, every single day.
This is not what Monterrey looks like every single day.
Not from what I have actually seen.

This is what the first article on the Melburnian internet news screen reads like today.

http://www.theage.com.au/national/mexican-cocaine-baron-muscles-in-20100914-15axd.html
ONE of the world's most powerful organised crime syndicates, Mexico's Sinaloa cartel, has infiltrated Australia, importing up to half of the cocaine used on the nation's east coast over the past two years.
Don't worry, they are lovely family cartel who swim in pools of flowers and play hand claps with your kids.
If it was the zetas you would have  reason to be concerned, but Sinaloa chaps are happy and clappy.
¡Ask anyone wey!
It has also highlighted how the surging numbers of Australian cocaine users is helping enrich a network responsible for the deaths of thousands of Mexicans and the destabilisation of the Mexican state.
Think about the world outside your neighbourhood and outside the inside of your nose.
In relation to legs, I'm an amputee who lives in a glass house full of head fucking rocks.
The Sinaloa cartel is controlled by billionaire drug lord Joaquin ''El Chapo'' Guzman. Its clashes with rival drug syndicates fuel unprecedented bloodshed and corruption in Mexico.
But it is alright, when the government start openly doing deals with the cartels again, everything will be alright.
The media will tell the truth, democracy will be more open and accountable to the people, and everyone will work to help eradicate inequality and the slow death of the poverty stricken rural population of Mexico.
¡Ask anyone wey!
More than 28,000 people have died in Mexico since 2006, when President Felipe Calderon ordered 50,000 soldiers to join police in a ''drug war'' that some senior Mexican officials now believe has been lost. 
 So we need to regroup, buy more guns, buy more tanks, authorise the use of chemical weapons in the city streets, kill every single last one of the bastards, win the war, and everything will be awesome. Like in America. Like in America after they won WWII, because they are strong and brave and smart and the best.
¡Its true dude!
US Secretary of State Hillary Clinton recently said Mexico's drug cartels were beginning to resemble an insurgency. ''It's looking more and more like Colombia looked 20 years ago, when the narco-traffickers controlled certain parts of the country,'' she said.
We should carpet bomb those parts of the country, strafe the farms and villages with helicopter gunships.
It worked for America in Vietnam.
!Trust us!
Cocaine use has surged across Australia over the past two years.
Still want to suck Charlies dick?
I know I do, it tastes fucking amazing.
Ugh. Yuck.
Everyone is a fucking faggot.
No one on earth has a brain, everyone on earth has a bullet.

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

mi encanta esta foto de las piernas...

a trio of lovely latin ladies
drew me some bits and pieces
part of a picture each
una foto de las piernas y penes


i love pictures.
i love legs.

Monday, September 13, 2010

burnin down tha house...

a set of sort of
star-crossed lovers
a forbidden fruit lies
on the other side of time

the distance is not great
enough to close the gate
on stands on sleeper left
the other sleeper right

they face each other and wish
                                and wait
they don’t touch each other
though they both
with they would

how and why and when
could it should it would it
work
she sticks her head
                 straight in the sandpit
get the fuck out of my treehouse

he wants to burn it down
the honest and hard-working
                    hardwood house
her father has-been
                      building.

Sunday, September 12, 2010

Band Name Idea #348 - Mexican 'Death-Dentist' Fucked-up Facewound.


the two best things about a mexican dentist


is that they are lovely and old and caring and cute
and that they give you an equally cute and lovely little yellow mouse

to take your tooth home in
whether you like it or not

similar to dentists everywhere
i assume
(me no estiendo español ~ neither does this keyboard)
they recommend that you brush your teeth
kids

good ole joe strummer didn't believe in brushing his teeth
and he was a fucking cool dude


until that happened to all of them
and he bought new ones for the TV cameras
and for his fucking girlfriend
what a fucking sell-out man.
naat.

kids,
you should try to be more like good ole joe
and less like the good but deliberately stupid young one
don't let him have trained for the london marathon while smoking cigarettes in vain
learn the lessons of his youth

sing songs of freedom with johnny cash
defend the ghettos
know your rights
wrong 'em boyo
stand up straight
participate
in the Ramshackle Day Parade

live in Garageland
play in Garage bands
rock the fuckin' casbah
tell em your name
cheat.

throw the two thoughts of rock
those of lover's and of revolution

don't get lost in the supermarket
or work for the fucking clampdown

but do it all of this without
the massive hole in your head


don't reject all of your career opportunities
only the ones that you think are wrong
don't get so bored with the U.S.A
there are plenty of good people there
to try to to make right
what others have done wrong

in the words of good ole joe
i'm still a man of 'the left'
but i no longer hate america
how could i?
many of my best friends are american
its not their fucking fault
stop saying fuck the world
start saying fucking fix it.

poor old, wise ole joe
shouldn't have done so many fucking drugs
pretty please,
brush your teeth and stay in school
you arrogant little cunts.
thank you kindly.

ps.
the worst thing about a mexican dentist?
nothing.
for fuck's sake
and for good ole joe's
don't be so fucking xenophobic
he would want to punch your fucking face in too
but wouldn't actually do it.

Monday, August 30, 2010

end-game...


The war that was never fought,
brought with it a heightened sense of ultimate death,
the whole thing was a lie,
unnecessary in its entirety,
a folly of powerful men,
of which everyone was aware of the absurdity,
because the apparatus of state,
those in power,
those in culture,
those in the theatre of war,
explained the absurdity explicitly,
loudly and so that all could hear,
in order to legitimise their own position.

Why then now,
on the brink,
a far less avoidable ultimate death,
do the people not understand the absurdity?

It is for the following reason,
that those in power refuse to inform,
the people of their impeding death,
at least to an adequate degree.

This is a war for truth,
that the people must wage.
Those in power refuse to do so,
in the former instance,
this was all good and well,
as opposed to the present instance,
where this is all evil and ill.

Those in power,
need to re-read the cave,
and take the closing conversations,
as their only option in office.
Those that have left Plato’s cave,
in relation to the end of the world,
which in the world of information,
is all those with an ear or an eye,
must refuse to be blinded,
by the darkness  of the day-to-day.

The light is burning less bright,
day by day by day,
those who wish there to be a future,
future light, future dark, future grey,
must burrow deep into the dark,
and hold up the torch of Armageddon.


 

Saturday, August 21, 2010

a letter home on election day...



It is now officially election day, and I don`t have anyone to talk politics with.
Serves me right for doing away with Facebook.

No young people here will speak a word of politics, the word is dirt, as everyone is completely disillusioned with the complete corruption of the system. I`ve been reading about Mexican history and politics constantly since I got here. As far as I can tell, drug cartels and American business interests completely run this country. It is very, very, bad. The government and the federal army are arguably worse than the drug gangs, they hold shootouts in the streets with the cartels at the expense of the blood of the civillian population. Civillians are injured all the time, and it seems that the public gun-battles are only conducted in order for the government to convey a bullshit sense of action on corruption and crime. Acting tough on the drug cartels on the streets and on the front page of the newspapers and at the TV news gains them re-election through fear and bent ballot boxes and perpetuates the system of institutional corruption. So everyone closes their eyes and slaps their hands over their ears and squeals like a pig whenever you try to talk about voting or government or politics of any kind that even remotely resembles our traditional western style of liberal democracy.

I read that the polls are splitting it 50-50 after preferences.

What the fuck is wrong with our country?

...maybe I dont miss it so much. Average people here in Mexico have no faith in institutional politics. I wondder why? I can`t bothered writing about the ins and outs of this campaign like I normally would, nothing they are aruging over is worth giving the time of day. Mexicans don`t read the paper, they don`t vote, they don`t care about governMENTAL politics, they judge ALL people on whether or not the are nice, polite, kind, honest, and respectful, they simply don`t care about, let alone support, either side of the bullshit political spectrum. They only seem to care about each other, the people, not other people`s politics, because politics is a fairy-tale for them. All I can say is that if your `average Jose` trusted politics enough to vote, it would NEVER be for Abbott. Poor people here (the massive majority), care about human kindness and sharing food and drinks and music and dancing and laughter, not whether or not a few thousand people should be allowed to land on their coast in leaky boats.

'At least' in Australia we get to vote `comfortable` in the `knowledge` that government corruption and dodgy dealing is only suspected, and not accepted as normal and unchangeable.

The only thing better about systems of liberal democracy seems to me to be the real liberties we enjoy in regards to freedom of speech and freedom of the press. The papers still print the same old shit and blind `the masses` from the truth, but at least we don`t often see people jailed for having alternative or `irrational` or `dangerous` views on politics.

The internet is the only tool we have with the potential to be utilised for truly free democracy and free-speech. It is being brutalised, like all other communication technologies before it, by the commercial imperative for popularity, into another weapon to be utilised for brainwashing people and distracting them from the things that really matter. But so long that it isn`t legislated out of the ability to be open-slather, it will always be a potential opening for truly democratic practices. NO NET CENSORSHIP.

Sorry family, but bugger the ALP... the alternative is undoubtedly worse... I want her to win... but I also know that her winning will not be that much better in the scheme of things.



So Abbott might bomb Indonesia if they refuse to take our asylum seekers, or legalise gay-bashing, or make it mandatory for women to leave school at the age of 14 to take Christian child-rearing and cooking classes.. but what difference will voting for Gillard make in terms of saving the planet from utter destruction?

Gillard isn`t as outwardly and openly "evil" as he, but voting for her won`t help bring about the sort of change in enironmental and economic policy that is necessary to avoid evil anarcistic social disorder and inevitable annihilation. I don`t think it is irrational to argue that unless there is international, RADICAL, policy reform in the immediate future, there won`t be any sort of planet to stage idiotic elections campaigns in the nearer-than-everyone-seems-to-think future.

I love the people and plants and platypi of Australia more than anything else in the world... we have an amazing and interesting national identity, character, and culture. It is one which I hold dear to my heart and one of which that I am proud, but I`d wipe my arse with the flag, and spit on the steps of parliament house without hesitation. Or maybe cut the Union Jack out of it, wipe my arse with that, replace it with the boxing Kangaroo (or a picture of a footy or a wave or a parma&pot or Warnie bowling a perfect leg-break), drape the new flag around my neck and wash the windows of parliament house with the shit-stained stupid little square of red, white and blue cloth. Jules was talking about the republic again the other day. Exciting.

I remember my very intelligent, wise, and wordly marine biologist navy-seal Grandpa saying something about it being muy importante, very important, (mierde, shit, I`m starting to think in Spanish already... it took me several seconds to figure out the English way to say that) to avoid `a one-way ticket to anarchy`...

I respect his opinions greatly and I know what he meant, but to the statement by itself and out of context I call BS. Anarchy can certainly be evil and undesirable, but the word is stigmatised. Noam Chomsky describes himself as an Anarchist, and the man is the most referenced academic alive today, he has the brain capacity of the entire Australian public combined and multiplied by five. Anarchy in terms of decreasing centralised governmental control of the decision making process and realising a more open, honest, direct form of democracy is an extremely attractive ideal, and an ideal which I believe should be inform all potential practial measures for reforming pathetic political systems the world over.



Continuing with the traditional left v right, liberal v conservative, pendulum game of politics that we have been playing for the past couple of hundred years is exactly the correct change for the aforementioned ticket. In the worst sense of the word anarchy. Our system of representaional democracy, while noble in its Jeffersonian intention and invention, has brought us to where we are today, and therefore must be done away with, or at least reformed beyond any real regonition. We desperately need to completely alter the foundations of our staid, pre-modern political system, the constant back and forth over nothing, and achieving only as much as the narcissistic two-party polticial system will allow, as soon as possible. If we don`t, over-population, environmental degredation, and shortages of food, water and resources will lead to a breakdown of all traditional instituions anyway, and a evil, cyclonic system of utterly evil anarchy will emerge.

Of course this is just a theory, but I think it is a reasonable one. A probable outcome, if you will. Reneage militant organisations the world over recruiting the starving and dying masses to wage war over resources and land. Dramatic? Yes. Far-fetched? I honestly don`t believe it is, and many others agree. `Respected` (i.e. much-read, i.e. not necessarily right by any means) political philosopher Robert D. Kaplan, made the argument of the aforementioned war-lords-and-ladies consequences of political stagnation in `The Coming Anarchy`, an article published in Atlantic Monthly in 1994. He argues this will become the norm everywhere, instead of just in smelly, weird countries in Africa, where he argues such economic and population-related anarchy is already becoming evident. That was in 1994. Anything can happen, no ones knows for sure what will happen, but on `current evidence` (aka what I`ve read, i.e. very little), I see no reason to doubt his assertion that future `anarchy` is largely inevitable. We should all try to make "The Coming Anarchy" as fair, free just, and truly democratic for all the people of the planet as possible.

Humankind's tendency toward a kind of slipshod, gooey, utopian and ultimately dangerous optimism may be its final downfall. Envirmonmental and political reality is a terrifying dystopia, and it must be seen as cowardly and evil to shy away from planet`s severe problems under a warm blanket of optimism. Life isn`t a terrifying dystopia, you can always like and love and have pleasureable and positive experiences while the world collapses, and so everyone should. I`m having a postively pleasurable experience right now, writing this, then Ox-tongue tacos and beer for lunch!!! However, pretending that reality is not as ill as we all truly know that it is, or hiding away from thinking about how we can prevent the planet from plummeting into further, irreparable illness, as the scientific evidence suggests that it will, is not a true, honest, honourable, or respectable way of conducting ourselves as human beings.

Therefore, I have these reasons NOT to vote for the same old ALP, when what we need is RADICAL policy change, right now.

1. Inhumane, evil asylum policy ponderings.

Some say it is necessary to return to government when Abbott is in opposition.
I say succumbing to populist front-page outrage over the non-issue of immigration is pandering to the liberals attacks on the issue, and serves to make the problem worse.
This is the worst kind of political expediancy; it legitamises idiotic Australian xenophobia in the national conscious. It is okay to hate refugees. Bullshit Jules.

2. Pressing forwards with plans for mandatory and anonymous censorship of the internet.

No one should ever vote for big brother. Secret government blacklists are for commies, not Aussies.
All of the technical experts agree that it will slow Australian internet speeds, and we are already way behind of the rest of the `developed world` on this front.
This will be bad for productivity, bad for the economy, and even worse in terms of open and transparent governance. So no secret censorship, Julia Stalin.

3. Literally no policy on climate change; except ``wait for community consensus on the issue``.

This is the clincher. The worst. She says she believes in it. Abbott has variously claimed that the planet might be alright, that the world has warmed in the last few years, that we could do it with clean coal or nuclear or something else we will surely invent soon; he should be taken out the back paddock and shot for stupidity. He is quite clearly an irrational idiot, she is claims not to be. Therefore, on climate change, she is worse than he is.

Anyone in a position of power, who is sane enough to believe the weight of evidence... seen by a massive majority of the world`s scientific community to mean that we need to stop the world warming, right now, or else... and does nothing about it... is evil. End of story.

Yes, Rudd and Labour lost face over backflipping on the ETS scheme, yes the Libs will try to play the scare card that the economy will collapse if we do anything at all to try to save the planet from exploding. This doesn`t change the fact that she is in power and she is telling the Australian public from the highest office that the best thing for our country and the best thing for the planet... is to wait until everyone agrees on what to do to. Some people will actually listen, and take this message on board, even if it isn`t the message she would rather be sending. Its called being honest. An honest politician. A foxymoron.

She won`t tell the most important truths to the people. She is therefore a complete muppet, a politician without principle, a power-hungry, two-faced, blood-thirsty, back-stabbing bitch who cares more about herself and her pathetic political party than "the Australian people", the people of the planet, or the planet itself. If I saw her in the street I`d ask her why her policy is to take years off the life expectancy of the all young people on the planet and ensure that there is no planet for my potential children to play on.

4. She is a woman.
5. She has red-hair.
6. She is childless and unmarried, and therefore out of touch with working families and real Australian women. She probably doesn`t even know how to cook or clean.
7. She is lovely and personable and is willing to be interviewed by equally lovely red-headed Australian rock-stars, and I wish she was my Aunty. THIS IS NO REASON TO VOTE FOR HER. PERSONALITY COUNTS FOR DIRT. POLICY OVER PERSONALITY.


MySpace Presents... Prime Minister Julia Gillard

MySpace Australia | MySpace Video


I have to admit, that in true-to-form, Miles Mouth-off fashion, I am claiming to care and doing the opposite. I didn`t get to vote. I didn`t even think of it until about 5 days ago. I checked out AEC website; naturally, I was already way too late to register for a postal vote, and didn`t have enough pesos to take the 14-hour bus trip to Mexico City to pre-vote at the Australian Embassy. So The Greens won`t get my vote in the lower house and The Australian Sex Party won`t get my protest-vote in the Senate. They are the only Australian party running on a platform of gay rights, sexual liberation, destroying conservative stigma, and destroying Stephen Conroy`s idiotic and evil plans for secretive censorship of the internet. Vote Sexy In The Senate. Leave secretive government blacklists to the `god-damned-gook-commies`.

Dad, please don`t vote for Labour and the same old shit. Vote for The Greens in both houses. You`re dead right. Bob Brown looks good. Bob Brown always looks good. He always speaks, thinks, acts, and tries to legislate for social progress and saving the planet and our Australian environment. He is a good man, a smart man, a logical man, and a courageous man; the best bloody poofter you`ll ever come accross. A vote for The Greens is a vote for progress; they are the only party who want serious reform in the fields of environment, education and healthcare, including dental and mental healthcare. Throwing more funding around before elections doesn`t mean better results; The Greens are thinking long-term, and Labour need to learn this.

Kindness and compassion for the poor, sick, and starving are not useless qualities to have in political leaders. Realistic, serious democratic debate and progressive thinking informed by an earnest spirit of compassion for people and the planet is the only way to fix things.



When Pete Garrett loses faith in the love-will-tear-us-apart Labour party factional fighting machine and returns to his `mental` environmentalist roots, together he and Bob might actually make some significant changes in Australian politics. If they can`t change it all, at least they`ll keep the bastards alot more honest about what they are letting big-business to our beautfiul old-growth bush, our oceans, our rivers, and our indigenous people. No more burning beds, blue-sky mines, U.S. forces, or letting the "fucking frogs drop their fucking radioactive fucking experimental warheads into the fucking pacific, our fucking pacific, the dirty bastards". Pete Garrett for President of the Australian republic, 2020. Bob Brown for PM. Mick Dodson or someone else who actually owns this country for minister for Indigenous Affairs, or both President and PM if they want to be. Vote for what you know is right instead of trying to ensure something doesn`t go wrong, nearly everything is wrong already. Maybe it doesn`t seem so in lovely little Australia, but out here the rest of the world is hurting badly, and we need to pull our weight in trying to solve the whole planet`s problems, not just our own. Vote for the Greens.

That is my bit of pent-up political propaganda anyway. Sorry for the epic ranting, but I needed to get that off my chest. Hehehe. I`ll post that as an entry on my blog now, but I guess I`ll send still send it to you guys too, even though you were just asking how I was. Haha.

Death to Tony Abbott,
I pray he doesn`t win by one vote,
Sorry Family,
Sorry Australia,
Sorry Planet Earth,
Peace, Love, and a promise to try harder to help from now on,
Miles.

PS. This is probably for Dad`s ears only, because it has lots of naughty words, and I don`t know if your internet will load a music video, but this song "Drunk on election night" is awesome. It is by Paul Kelly`s nephew, Dan Kelly. One of Barney`s mates plays guitar in his band, the Alpha Males. If you can`t watch it, look up the lyrics... he wrote it about 2004 election night, when we re-elected Howard with an increased majority a year after we invaded another sovereign nation without the backing of the UN, a year after we started carpet bombing Arab babies, a year after we started an unjust and unnecessary war. The yanks voted in Bush with an increased, popular (>+50%) majority a month later. Neil Young chose it for his compilation album called "Living with war songs of the times". I`m going camping in the desert with my fingers crossed until Sunday, I hope I`m not wandering around Monterrey singing this to myself in the weeks and months to come. If Abbott wins, and Collingwood win the premiership, sorry, but I`m staying here. Or moving to America.

Friday, August 20, 2010

real footy/`football`/futbol...

Australian Football League
aka
AFL
aka
Australian Rules Football
aka
Actual Real Footy...
....
I`m feeling decidedly sick-to-the-stomach looking at the ladder after the weekend.

The following facts suck particular dick:

The Tiges getting belted by the blues. It`s always shit getting belted... but this meant I officially, mathematically, there she goes lost a pineapple. I bet that the Tiges would finish higher on the ladder than the Dees. Ah well. Next year fellas.
...
Collingwood are smashing it. This is truly disgusting. If the dirt merchants win a "10th anniversary flag", I`m not coming home from Mexico. No way, no how. Go Cats, go Saints, go Doggies, go Freo for fucks sake... anyone but the Colliwobbles... 1990 didn`t count... you can`t win a flag on that "first saturday in October"... surely they`ll choke... and hopefully die. Please choke. Particularly Dale Thomas. You Fairy.
...
On the Essendon-stealing-Richmond-champions-for-coaches-then-treating-them-like-shit- front (I notice that Ashley Prescott is an assistant these days...next in line??)... Ya gotta feel super sorry for Matty Knights. The only thing the poor bloke has done wrong with his baby bombers is a mistake more reminiscent of a new coach at Richmond. Achieving too much success with a young list too soon. No one expected Essendon to perform as well as they did over the last two years, the man has done an amazing job, and now it looks like the bullshit raised expectations that come with early success may be his downfall.

The last couple of losses have been horrible, and I`d be disappointed at the prospect of missing the finals and taking a step backwards if I were a Don aswell. However, young sides will always have patchy form, and it is the blokes on the park that are to blame for copping absolute beltings, not the man in the box. The media circus that puts pressure on any coaches at the drop of the hat is one of the least realistic, most highly idiotic aspects of our sport. Editors and journos get personally stuck in to guys who don`t deserve is a poorly veiled attempt to sell more papers. The poorest thing is that it works. Everyone should buy the paper with the least attention grabbing back page. I think he is the right man for the job, a hardnut and a good bloke, and he has clearly shown that he has enough technical and strategic nouse to draw results from this list that other coaches would have struggled to match.

The worst part is the shadow of Hird. The man is god at Windy Hill, and his word is gospel. The second he says he wants in Knighters is out. Hirdy flagged the possibility during the week, but The Herald Sun AKA The Almighty Bastion of Reputable Journalism reported yesterday that he reckons it won`t happen "for at least three years....and probably never". So  stick with the white Knight until HIrdy throws in his hat, or the Bombers plummet to the bottom, which seems rather unlikely. As the man points out, he has a contract. Let him try to fulfill it, he is doing alright so far. Big picture, people.
...
The only positive thing I can find about AFL at the moment (and it is pretty bloody good), is that Jacky Rievolt is still on top of the Coleman table. Shit yeah. If he can keep his nose in front of big bad Bazz (who would have thought at the start of the year that it would be J. Rievolt v B. Hall slugging it out for the Coleman...) for the last couple of rounds, it will be a gigantic achievement for a budding young superstar. If he gets up, my only worry is that his head will explode when they hang the medal around his neck. I don`t think it will, he probably thought he had it in the bag from round 1... I reckon he will take it in his egomaniacal stride, and he will only get better and better as he gets more and more arrogant. GO YOU GOOD THING.

2010 RIEVOLT COLEMAN.
2011 RIEVOLT B2B COLEMAN, DELEDIO BROWNLOW, MARTIN NORM SMITH, TIGES FLAG.
THIS WILL HAPPEN.
...

Football
aka
Wogball
aka
Soccer
aka
The World Game...
...
I love the world game with a passion. It is a sincere regret of mine that I didn`t take an interest in it earlier. The beautiful game... not a beautiful as real footy, or cricket for that matter, but definitely my third favourite sport. Heheh.
...
I was stoked to find that the Mexicano CableTV in my pimped out new pad has FOXsports and ESPN, as it means I`ll finally be able to get put some serious time into watching the EPL and European competitions. It just sucks that I get to watch all the Liverpool games in the first season we haven`t qualified for the champions league in forever...
...
Its been a distinclty so-so start to the season for the mighty Liverpool FC. I missed most of the Arsenal game.. We were leading through Ngog`s tasty-looking opener... Gerrard and Johnston both had near misses...we were cruising into injury time and a good first-up home win against quality opposition... right up until.... uh-oh..



91st minute.
Idiota.
1-1.
Draw.
Joe Cole sent off in his first appearance..argh.

I caught the the highlights of the crappy-arse UEFA-cup-who-gives-a-fuck qualifier this arvo... Hodgson made wholesale changes in accordance with the crappiness of the competition... Babel scored a decent goal to finish off a shitty first half where we didn`t create many chances... Reina pulled a blinding save ¿video? for Sunday`s blunder against the Gunners in a second half where we played better with Torres up front...Joe Cole missed a penatly (NOT a good start in the RED Joey, hehe), blah blah blah... we don`t belng in this crappy competition, so I couldn`t really care less. Good to see new-recruit and supposed future superstar Christian Poulsen get a game. From the little I saw on the highlights reel, he looks the real deal. Hodgson was happy with him: "suprising...satisfying...he played very well". One to watch.

For the Reds, it really has to be all about the league this year. Gotta get something serious happening in England. Cups are always glorious, and we`re bloody good at winning them, but sustained success at home has to come first.

Looking forward to actually watching the season for real for once.
LIV-ERP-OOL LIVERPOOL FC.... COME ON YOU REDS.

Futbol
aka
The Beautiful Game
aka
Mexican Madness...
...

Monterrey has two teams in the Premiera Division de Mexico.
Club de Futbal Monterrey (C.F. Monterrey) have won the last two national league titles, are expected to do so again this season. So they`re really good, and they play at the massive, awesome, 45,000 seat stadium located at my uni campus, just over the road from where I`m living. You can imagine how excited I was at the prospect of following a side that wins nearly every week, and is very likely to win the title this season....

That was until I discovered that Monterrey`s other side was known simply as TIGRES, wear yellow&blue and sometimes yellow&black uniforms, and have a giant tiger emblazoned on all club clobber. I had no option but to barrack for the Mexican Tiges. The Monterrey Tiges. Haha. Mad.

I pissed myself the second I read up a bit about the team. There was no going back, they were the tiges, so I back `em. But get this... Turns out Tigres are completely shithouse. They`ve started this season with a win, two draws, and a loss, but from what I can tell, they will be lucky to continue on even at that rate. They almost won over the weekend, but got equalised on in injury time aswell. Mierde. Shit.

Similiar to my real Richmond Tiges, they have one of the most passionate supporter bases of any club in Mexico (the highest average home game attendance of any side, 47,500)...

So passionate are they that on the 27th of March this year, as the club lost its 7th straight game, and slumped to the bottom of the table (their worst season on record), TIGRES fans literally started tearing each other apart... a war errupting between fans chanting for the coaches head, and fans who supported the clubs current administration...fists and rocks flying all over the place... hehe Loco Mexicanos..



The `best bit`? (I`d normally say "only in Mexico", but it doesn`t seem out of the realms of possibility at Punt Rd sometimes...) There were rumours everywhere in the media that a dissident faction of the clubs board had paid the supporter calling for the coaches blood to start the fight, in the hope that it would get him sacked. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

Viva La Mexico, Ole Tigres.
Aussie Aussie Aussie, OI OI OI, Go the mighty Tiges.
England can suck it, Come on you Reds.
Three footy teams that never fucking win, trainspotting style.
Same shit, different sewer, if you will.
Bargh.

Thursday, August 19, 2010

live on national radio...

The National Live on the Radio!
From the most-awesome Minnesota public radio station The Current.
Twiiter em, or something.








That version of `You Were a Kindness` is almost too tasty. Flavour overload. The man has the best sense of beautiful sorrow `since` Nick Cave. I`ve heard people shit on The National because the dude is a "wannabe Nick Cave". Shithouse call. `Originality` is over-rated... he has a deep, beautiful, mournful voice... their songs are slow... so no-one should listen to them because it is all a rip off? Get farked. Go read Barthes if you wanna be a wanker about it. The original author is dead. Everything has been thought. All art is exhausted. etc.

The National make beautiful music.

Speaking of the lord of morbid and constant comparisons, listen out for bit where the host craps on about how she wishes King Nick had an evil variety TV show and that the National would play on it every week... pretty funny.

Thursday, August 12, 2010

a mash-city `cut-up` make-up `based on` an old punk rocker...

a gut-busting, liver-breaking, lung-smashing, warts-n-all, pills-n-booze, petulant Punk icon... the most widely seen invisible presence in modern cinema history... disappearing under skins of digital rendering and emerging... hissing, growling, beating his chest... a stunning amalgamation of emotions... rock and roll masochism underscored by tragedy... the kind of one man powerhouse movie buffs spend endless hours wading through forgettable films to find... beneath the beer stains and cigarette burns lies tender, streak stained underwear... deep internal conflicts with a sensitive soul, linger at the eye of the hurricane... such force of nature... sense the quiet soul at the core of the chaos and tumult...etched like knife wounds into the psyche...that awkward hobble (his character has polio)... those bleary wild eyes... that bull-headed fickle spirit...the sex...the music... the panache...the rock and roll provides the druggy dressing...slivers of the past provide hints of the source of his troublent, turbulent adult life...a vague emotional dependence on his first wife...caring but cautious is she...an often less than ideal father to his son...it ain’t always beer and skittles...a clear and concise message...the person hovering alone in the corner at a party... fidgeting with your phone, waiting for home time...not he...the pensioner upstairs yells out to keep the noise down...snorting and sweating across the finishing line...ooze style and colour...cool, bold, visionary...nail the rhythms...the reason for being...celebrating the spirit...spilling into idolatry...bad craziness, savage beauty...startling pathos.     

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

poor widdle wuddy...

http://www.abc.net.au/unleashed/stories/s2964788.htm

An article from ABC's opinion page The Drum on how the front page of the paper tells us what to think about and what to think about what we are meant to be thinking about.

Rudd's demise had a large amount to do with the extreme, unecessary, and unprecedented media pressure on his mining policy, and subsequently on his leadership. That good-old-fashioned national broadsheet bastion of conservatism and agression... The Austrlian... was the main culprit, apparently.

The evidence stacks up pretty well in favour of The Australian beating up the mining tax storm in a teacup. It also shows fairly convincingly how THE OZ helped to turn the issue into a battle for the Labour leadership instead of a piece of policy.

The Australian ran 12 front page leads on the mining row in 13 days. Such a run of Page 1 leads on just one issue is rare. By comparison, The Age and the SMH each ran just one front page lead on the issue during this time. The Herald Sun and Daily Telegraph ran no front page leads on the mining tax row in June.

You'd have to go back to Whitlam's sacking or the Vietnam War to come close to such a run of Page 1 leads on one issue. Even then, it's doubtful there was such a run. Was Rudd's tax on mining profits as big a story as the Vietnam War or Whitlam's sacking? Of course it doesn't come close.

Poor Widdle Wuddy...

Saturday, July 24, 2010

on ode to bougainville...

Morwell,
you are one beautifully disgusting cunt.
the glass of your broken phoneboxes,
lays all over post office st,
a street named after the church.

the lady at the bakery has a gleaming stud,
right in her tattoo sun,
she grins and gives me coffee,
i tell her im getting one,
i’m going to get a tiger,
with ruby red eyes,
like my uncles medal,
he won for eating pies.

the finest thing you’ll ever see
is a price of ten bucks flat,
for a six pack of VB tins,
nowhere else has that.

tinnies all the time,
mon-wed-fri-keen,
whenever you want,
whenever you don’t,
my favourite fluoro green,
like slime,
slime that makes us happy,
slime that makes us sad,
slime that makes us fight all night,
slime that makes us bad.

in Morwell,
shit is never good,
but really not that bad,
she is what she is,
I like what she's like,
but she's oh so visibly sad.

so I say, I love you Morwell,
love you just enough,
for here is where the shit is real,
you’re honest and you’re rough.

Thursday, July 22, 2010

my $2 worth...

Hey Hey Who Gives a Fuck? This shit is straight-up political advertising for stupid people. Direct political expediency. Play the straight bat to popularist outrage.. Pop it straight up to mid-off so he can get it back to the bowlers twice as fast. Repeat. A red cyclone of anger over issues that don't affect anyone unless they want them to. Worse than Howard. If he wins, the front-page-of-the-sun readers and the commercial radio shockjocks of the world will run the nation. There will be parliamentary debate about Kyle Sandilans and about what Kylie is wearing to the Logies. The irony of watching Tony squirm as he was seated next to a gay icon, a glam rock make-up wearing rockstar, and a gay man.. [That was a good speech, Lloyd. If I was 25 and liked cock, we could be something.]...




Yeek. Stay away from the children['s toys] Tony.
I used to love Plucka Duck, but never...you sick... yeah.. ugh.. anyway..

If you had approached any man at any point in the last ten years who had, at any stage of his life, been anywhere even remotely near the vicinity of a newspaper... or even his faculties... and told him that in 2010 Tony Abbott would be hugging Plucka Duck on a remade Hey Hey... as leader of the Liberal Party... with an apparent opportunity to win the election... he would found you creative and amusing. I love Hey Hey as much as the next card-carrying Castle dweller... but neither I, nor Darryl Kerrigan, will ever love Tony Abbott.

So here we have it...election eve[ish] 2010...

At least this is an improvement [entertainment-wise] on 2007's boring-off... all anyone cared about was getting rid of Howard and whether or not he would lose his seat... we did... he did... and Rudd turned out to be less 'same old same old' than his electioneering at the time suggested he would be... so much so that towards the end of his first his term...he developed an actual ego [not just a smarmy smirk]...lost his mind... and tried to actually change a small something about the way the nation works...got his head cut off for his trouble... so damned pestilent...a series of events which has paved the way for...

DUN DUN DUN....

Gillard vs Abbott 2010.

The Maintain-the-rage-ing Idiot Lefty Unionist Unmarried Childless 'Barren' Ranga Radical Atheist vs The Crazy Christian Child-eating Ovary-kicking Raging Right-to-Life Anti-IVF Anti-Queer NeoConservative Mad Monk...

At least shit is interesting nowadays... or should be anyway...

Since Jules triumphantly headbutted her way through the highest glass ceiling in the nation, she has done nothing but deaden and dumb down Labour's existing policies in a disgusting case of political expediency. Power Corrupts... even you Jules, you pig. Rudd was slipping in the polls, so the caucus cut off his head and with it the head from his most progressive policies. Take back what's ours from the hands of big business and no offshore asylum seeker processing... Many have argued that Gillard's maneuvering since taking control has amounted to wise and necessary political posturing that will ensure Labour is returned...

I think I might disagree.. to a certain extent.

While I agree that the mining industry's advertising campaign was killing Rudd, and that Gillard did the right thing by offering the olive branch to the multinationals...{if i hear one more commentator call international mining conglomerate corporations "miners"... grrr..}... I think Labour could have and probably should have given alot less back to the big-wigs in the re-negotiation over the extent of  the tax... With opposition like Abbott, I think Labour were too hasty to go back on a decent looking piece of policy to pump up{(possibly temporarily)}flagging polls. Especially when it came out a week later that the concessions given back to the mining industry were $3bn a year more than Labour estimated they would be when they announced the 'new deal'.

The new policy is a highly bastardised little cousin of one of Rudd's more notable 'ideaz'... further evidence towards the case that nothing ever gets done, and probably never is going to get done, around here.

Abbott starves his dog. Severely and without remorse. He loves the word 'brand' in relation to the reputation of a political party. Getting the brand out there. Improving the brand. Like all advertising and brand management... deceitful, untrustworthy, say what they want us to say... avoid this shit at all costs. Go on, fool the stupid for your own benefit fuckwit. Brand Abbott, the blind rabbit.

Policy over personality, people.

Labour saved this depraved economy with the stimulus spending that the coalition voted against. Under the conservatives, no one would have been able to rush out and buy new white goods to return consumer spending and confidence to the Harvey Norman economy... unemployment would have been through the roof. Labour bought the budget back to surplus faster than they said they would. They Libs said they would get no where near doing so in an even longer time frame. Morons hang their votes on the empty claim that the Libs have the 'economic credentials' to run the country.
Labour doesn't have enough 'left' left in her to do any serious 'damage' to the economy through changes to I.R. Laws or 'capitulating' to the unions.

The Worker's Party  mentality is dead. Despite their new leader's former life of lofty egalitarian rhetoric, there is no serious push from within the party towards increased left or union influence.

Both parties have no real policy on climate change.
Both party's believe that the best policy here is to argue with the other. Full stop.

The Liberal Party is a fucked unit. They are either purely outdated or purely objectionable in all areas of policy. They have no policy except no. They are against seriously trying to change anything, ever. A vote for Abbot is a vote for irrational Neoconservatism. George Bush with bigger ears. Try to keep things how they were, despite how they are now, and how they will be in the future. Fuck the future. No gays, no abortion, no IVF, no boat people, no services. Cut, cut, cut public spending. He is running an election campagin based on a platform that basically amounts to "don't vote for Labour..... because they're gay."

Fuck off Abbott.

Economic 'conservatism' is arguably defensible by rational argument.
Social conservatism is defensible only by arguments I have absoutely no time for.

And Labour entertain the idea of an internet filter.

A vote for Labour is a vote for not enough change,

Hey Cunts,
Vote Green,please.
or...

If you're a negative creep who hate hippies, plants, animals, and future generations..

At least vote for something you really know and care about..
Don't vote for Abbott because he is not a woman and not a hippy.
He is a retard.
He is a shit bloke.

Vote for The Australian Fishing and Lifestyle Party.
or try to resurrect the Lower Excise Fuel and Beer Party.
Just don't vote Abbott. He wants to eat your children and rape your wife.

Or if you're most interested in loving than fighting or politics,
If you like sex..
Vote for The Australian Sex Party
Vote Sexy in the Senate!
Fuck the idea of censoring the internet!
We love fucking!
Fuck yeah!
Fuck!
Don't vote Abbott!


Australian Sex Party. Sat no to the Internet Filter

tea and niceties...

[Alright laptop… by my head…
where’s wally
goat-yeah.
and getting essential
and existential
with bob cuts
mixing blood
AKA
why
I
mightn’t
marry
or whatever]
by me and the outmyHeadbutpleasdontfuckCases]

7yuc zhd2**paranoid android.[ the robot by the ‘better’ person]

please could you stop the noise im tryin a get some REST?

from all the unbornchikkenVoicesinn my head? [book, brook, book]
huh whats’s that??

when i am king you will be first against the wall
with your opinions which are of no consequence at all [too'cool'..me. not good me]
huh what’s that??

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaambition makes you look very ugly [to me..it’s all mine …you’re not an ugly person]

kicking squeeling Gucci little piggy [I can’t help myself]


“you don’t remember “why don’t you remember my name [i now know it’s not true]? off with his head. off with his head man. why wont he reme mber my name [why won’t he forget…it’s not worth it]?”
“ “ I guess he does_[spot on]”



raindownraindown come on raind down on me
froma great height. from a gra/eeaa haaaeeeeeiii. haaaeeeeeiiii
rain down rain down come on rain down on me
froma great height. from a great aaaaaaaeeeeee
raindownrain down come on raindown onme.
froma great heightfrom a great



“ “that’s it sir youre leaving”[you’re making a scene]the crackle of pig skin
The dust & the screaming the yuppies networking
the panic the vomit
the panic the vomit
god loves his children god loves his children, yeah!

dxoigmn**subeterranean homesick alien/.
[but I’d be alright. I’m just up-tight]

pack and get dressed
before your father hears us [fuck that]
before all hell breaks loose [fuck that. loose. No.]

you can laugh [i..just can't help you]
a spineless laugh [full of soulful ignorance]
we hope your rules and wisdom choke you [humanely]

now we are [not] one
in everlasting peace

[I/] we hope that you [never] choke
[I/] we hope that you [never] choke
[I/] we hope that you [never] choke
[I/] we hope that you [never] choke
sddksuhvs**exit music(for a film)

spread a little lovin'[different direction]..again... just don’t ask for it back.

I7yci7cyi**let down.

one day. I am goingtogrow wings.
hysterical and useless [17ycicyi**let down. hysterical and useless]

you’ve been gone long… you’re coming back… never coming back…

[cup of tea in the morning light…everything’s alright…now..she.. makes my man healthier ‘wealthier’ [can’t help myself]and wiser]

karma police**??id6890

karma police arrest this man he talks in maths he buzzesLikeAfridge hes like a detuned radio.

karma police arrest this girl he rhitler hairdo is making me feel ill [I preferred the old one. my fault not theh airs]
&we
have
crashed
her
party.

tHis is what you get. tHis is what you get. tHis is what you get when you mess [with with everthing/s]

your heart’s [really is] a [fucking] mess [, mate.]

(phew for a minute there I thought I lost myself

fitter happier [than me.yeah] more productive
comfortable
not drinking too much [too much../too young]
regular exercise at the gym (3 days a week)[too many. people should pay me to lift their heaviness]
getting on better with your associate employee contemporaries [who..will/you..will..love/I..will/love..you/love..them/not..them?]
at ease [not true. wherefore?
more.]
eating well (no more microwaves dinner and saturated fats) [sounds..delicious and decadent. i’m never right.]
a patient better driver [when hell boils over]
a safer car (baby smiling in the back seat)
sleeping well (no bad dreams) [I/hope..for her]
no paranoia [doubt the same. doubt the different.]
careful to all animals (never washing spiders down the plughole)
keep in contact with old friends (enjoy a drink now and then) [me me
me me.
whiskey
alluring
ever and ever,
nonono.]
[stop using your right arm to type,
slow down.]
will frequently check credit at (moral) bank (hole in wall)
favours for favours
fond but not in love
charity standing orders
on Sundays ring road supermarket
(no killing moths or putting boiling water on the ants)
car wash (also on Sundays)
no longer afraid of the dark. [afraid of very little.
pretend to be brave.
shit myself when you/I...try.]
or midday shadows [or gameshows.another million tortured.
coming from your cunting colour television.
can’t help..myself]
nothing so ridiculously teenage and desperate
nothing so childish
at a better pace [a much...muchbetter pace.
full stop!
end of non-existant argument.]
slower and more calculated
no chance of escape [‘escape’.
his word, not mine.
should ‘escape’,
if you can stand it.]
now self-employed [maybe then.]
concerned (but powerless) [close to the bone.
you cutting cunt.]
an empowered and informed member of society (pragmatism not idealism) [cut/close to a paranoid,
now.]
will not cry in public [or show affection.
just not the way. notfair.]
less chance of illness
tyres that grip in the wet (shot of baby strapped in the back) [shot dead
in a dumpster]
a good memory
still cries at a good film
still kisses with saliva [no way not.not evernot.]
no longer empty and frantic
like a cat
tied to a stick
that s driven into
frozen winter shit (the ability to laugh at weakness) [really really gets
my little goat.
Bleat, bleat,
bleat your heart out//
little goat.
no-one will listen
it’s the way it was
way before you
won't go away.]
calm []
fitter, healthier and more productive
a pig
in a cage
on antibiotics
[I know I’m wrong]
[I can’t help it, I can’t help myself, I can’t help it.]
[I will.]
[regardless]
[but this is why, this is why….this is why.]

the man in the pigpen knows the way winds blow
feelin’ down...?I’ll come around.I’ll pick you up.take you out.coming back.Never

gg yhf**climbing up the walls

I am the pick in the ice
do not cry out or hit the alarm
we are friends till we die y

its always better wwwhen the light

is off [deleting it]
its always better on the outside

eitherway you turn I’ll be there [when you want]
open up your skull I’ll be there [if you need]
climbing up the [your] walls [not literally. sorry.
sorry. okay.]

I’ll take a quiet life. a handshake some carbon monoxide [no, no , no}. No alarms and no surprises. No alarms and no surprises please.

**the tourist.523654357374437443743333764375697569700

it barks at no-one else but me like its seen a ghost. I guess its seen the sparks a-flowin [blowin’ in your sisters collection.
we like harmonica.
you don’t.
fucking pub trivia.
mate.], no one else would know.
sometimes I get over charged that’s when you see some sparks. They ask where the hell im going?? At 1000 feet per second.
hey man slowdown. Idiot slow down. [idiot slowdown./now.]

you just [kinda] wasted my precious time.
don’t think twice, it’s alright. [100%]

don’t think about today.til tomorrow.
everybody must [stop] get[ting so] stoned..[or else]