Well here we are. All the good souls, us beautiful people, awaking on another sunny day on the east coast of the land of Nod. The news today – so my wet dog says – is, Special powers. Ha! Special powers from whom? Where? We have a suspended parliament where do ‘special powers’ come from? Show us the docs, the minutes .. who ran this through who? Was there any dissent? By whom? Was it allowed? I don’t believe it…
Time, she said, but you have so much more time than we do … Time … I think we all have the same amount of time – I think what you’re trying to say is, that I have so much more Time to spend on worthless things than you do. Yes, we’re all so busy these days … Mm hmm, we were so lazy, so wasteful of time once, weren’t we? What I have had, say I, is more Time…
Me, I’m a Most Profligate Sinner … And so damned proud of it! “Ah”, I hear you say, “Pride is another sin”. Yes it is, but its a noble sin and its open to everyone … Ole Suicide again, Cherish Life – what a load of crap – another righteous organisation bounded in sin. The sin they call the ‘Right to Life’; except all rights have been removed from it. They say, how would you feel if you were told…
I saw a shooting star last night, a very bright one very late at night. It shot across our Southern Cross and winked. I like to think its my dog .. letting me know he’s ok, and checking up on me. That’s our job, him and me. Checking up on each other and letting each other know that everything is ok. We have a deal, my dog and I, whoever gets there first .. waits. We know we are going…
Its a hard thing to be caught in the middle of somebody elses lies. To effectively be used as a tool and therefore become – against your will and in spite of your declared wish – complicit in their deceit. How should you take this? Other than abandoning friendships years in the making there is very little one can do in this situation. This petty neo-liberal society wallows in petty deceits and in petty games … It’s like being at…
For eight months of the year I dont see rain and for much of that time I dont get to hear all the wonderful things that are happening in our world. It’s true, for some this would be ranked as a Utopian garden, but I dont even get fake news, although much of what I do get it would be preferred if I felt it was fake .. if I could be content for it to be fake. I do…
Why is neglect not cruelty? I mean, it’s not hard to see that living in an age that prays to gold, how man can ignore anything that falls outside their narrow scope. How we can build little pink bubbles & shore them up with false value. Anything, anything we can use to deny the physical realities of the tangent world – the world that is; from wherever it’s viewed, common to all beings – we snatch at. The thicker the…
So, were worried about separating kids from their mums and dads now … a couple a days after we all got together and had another day of false apologies. We are a shameful lot. Hollow Men (& women!) … … And we secretly bring a few kids here into our pure and noble country from our penal resort out in the Pacific .. jumping our pristine shores to keep Pistol Pete happy. Why? So they aren’t subjected to prosecution for…
“For me there is only the travelling on the paths that have heart, on any path that may have heart. There I travel, and the only worthwhile challenge for me is to traverse its full length. And there I travel – looking, looking breathlessly.” – Castenada’s Don Juan. Unemployment, sickness & homelessness as a lifestyle choice .. it’s an interesting NeoLiberal concept – dont you think? A lot like saying that old age is a lifestyle choice… I think it’s…