Tuesday, 21 November 2017

Love is not Illegal...

Secret Love is frustrated Emotion when it feels inappropriately Misaligned incorrect and downright perverse, it is not a Crime to Love another, whosoever they may be by act of fate, blind date, or Brief Encounter of someone you simply cannot forget, except with regret...

Love Ferments Like Beer, it's only later you realise how much you have been affected, then after you get a taste of Paradise Juice, you just thirst for more. and cut loose...

Australia just joined the Enlightened Nations of free liberated humanity open and acquiescent to the city limits of True emotion... they legalised Love between anybody, almost... but you still can't marry your dog, shucks...

there is still hidden Love's that are highly suspect. and morally incorrect, i.e. Necrophilia, let's face it all love is Passing... lol.. when your lovers body is rotting its time to call it a day... when they get cold and hard, it's time to throw them away... have a funeral Pyre, make an event out of it, then you can get to keep their skull intact, and have a picnic, bring a Ghetto Blaster... 

(they still come in useful, for impromptu funerals, in the Forest; grab some Chopin, bring a packed lunch some Bottles of booze and a Pipe for the Gangja... Condoms in case it gets friendly, and baby wipes to clean up any mess...)

(I asked then at the Crematorium if I could keep my Mothers skull?-- they said no "we have to smash up and crush every intact bone that survives the fire" I was disgusted and totally horrified.!)

Wow, I can hear your outrage and condemnation, ok bring it on fools this is just my idea of a sick joke, I already cut out a paragraph on Paedophelia... coz that ain't no joke, its too close to the absolute truth, given the chance and an isolated spot, every Man who ever lived is a Paedo, sooner or later it is always true. it takes a Saint nailed to a cross to resist the uncorrupted beauty and infinite sex appeal, of a perfect face with a perfect body...

where is the Delineation point between Sin and the Sacred? to each his own morality, nothing is wrong to the Wicked and bad, it can be more fun than you ever had... how Men lose their soul for a little-hidden hole?

let's just hope you don't get caught, it would interrupt a meaningful ejaculation of creativity... and you would look so silly in Hand-cuffs with a Hard on wearing furry slippers and a ladies Night-dress...

Tuesday, 14 November 2017

The Source of all Happiness:

Is a River so Deep and fast-moving, it may even drag you in if you sit on the Bank with your toes in it ... it equals the potential power of blowing all your main fuses... lose all reason and let go with your nervous system in salt water: it baptises as it drowns you... in Saturated intoxicating Emotions: that never relent.

it Is a transcendentally uplifting renewing pleasant contemplation without end, on something that constantly revives and renews a state of suspended joy... when you find it; it can be Emotionally Apocalyptic; Mentally Spiritually deeply and meaningfully... uplifting and empowering, for any eventuality in life it stays close to You.. because it is Permanent:

it could be a steam Engine, a tiny trinket... or a Pet animal, something that fills you up and overflows like a Champagne fountain at a Wedding, a Niagara falls of wonderment the fundamental cornerstone of a lifelong commitment to believe in something good and truly Beautiful un-corrupted and selfless, manifest in human form... even from a distance;

it changes and updates your consciousness to a higher further state of contemplative ecstasy, i.e. the energy itself that evokes it within you... the feeling of Belonging, and being Loved... without verbal confirmation, touch, or even a hug, it is very close to the Love of God; Loving you 24/7 directly... 

What is it? 
LOVE you idiot... wot else has this miraculous potency?
Oh boy, I got a big Fix of it and a free limitless supply.

Cant go into it Now, but believe me, I have found the perfect contemplation of perpetual eternal Personal Pure Love, without equal or Peer. 

a Love that dare not whisper it's name...
to pronounce it publicly would be Insane: coz I would be held to blame... for speaking your name... yet again. and again.

just mark me as 'Happy and satisfied'
indefinitely...

But Memento Mori...


Hear the Word of the Lord...


Monday, 6 November 2017

StoryTellers

ARE, the most important people in the face of all humanity... they write morality and substance, into existence; into our dark soulless hearts... and suspend our disbelief to the point of total acquiescent slavery, to the Dollar, to the youthful Look, to the wealth beyond your worst expectations... 

in Hollywood, and wasted dreams, to life beyond your living or knowing... to the dreaded Death at the end of life... and all the imagined hells therin.. Madness and Paranoia, zombie slaves to Fashion's eclectic and pathetic... the illusions of Erections, in the Pursuit of Perfection #... the most quoted Liars in all of recorded Pisstory...

These are the most Dangerous people on Earth, and yet the most revered... when can/do you tell the truth from fiction... when it is Wholesale like North Korea,

Is Walt Disney the true Anti-Christ, of Ted Turner? there has gotta be a name to blame or shame; Who is it? who lied the most? Jesus or Mohammed, coz it's a given that the Buddha cannot lie, he never told it, or even tried, he just showed it out: in the infinite silence of His selflessness to all the worlds suffering; he knew/knows time changes matter into the present repeatedly over and over again... is there ever a second chance to go back?...

is the truth ever pointless, or meaningless? Duh
all the time:

Yes, but; lies always sound better.... to an impatient fool who is weak with hunger and would sell discomfort for a quick easy fix. ironically Pleasure is your greatest enemy and effective  Enema... empty your innards in close up on "Live TV"  why dont Ya?... I'd watch, am fascinated with It, other peoples shit its Pure Enjoyment speaking as a usurping interloper... a mocking lone observer, of the highly peculiar... of all that is seedy, revealing and disgusting.

Next abomination will be the execution Channel, where we can enjoy Justice Delivered on the Guilty, in real-time, Death is the greatest Entertainment in all history... next to the Orgasm that brings it into Existence... i.e. Life is Fucking Pointless: and so Ironic!... lol..

unless you dig through all the insignificant surface crap then get esoteric and literally become John Merrick... you won't know life until you begin to know "suffering": in it's most subtle form, to be free yet chained; I no longer know it, but instead have the peace of the living dead = No Ego No Pogo, no need to jump, jump at all stay static become hot plastic, learn to be elastic... we bend the Law, lets bend some rules of Life... learn to accept the precept of the concept:


OM, YUM, MUNCH... 
Chewy with a crunch...
All freethinkers, hic...
are welcome to a light lunch.



# Rolls Royce Motto ''the pursuit of Perfection"

Sunday, 29 October 2017

My Hearts Flower

You are My hearts flower, every moment of every Hour; as I cry it makes you grow.. though all of me is compost and going to seed... your loving radiance is all I could ever need... you are the source of My Nile, the truth in my smile, the encryption of my secret files... your magnetic and so ascetic, your purity makes me effortlessly Poetic...

all you ask for is love... something to chew on, and tummy rubs deep hugs and warm mornings in each others proximity snuggling in one another's radiant body warmth, This is the love of Goddog, or Doggod: not to be confused with "Goddam or Sodom and Gomorrah"

dio รจ un cane, Italian = God is a Dog... she alone Exorcises all the evil of mankind that may yet still dwell within me, Her tiny body and pure Soul is all the proof I ever needed that Love is Universal across Species and all variants... Pure Love is as rare and sacred as a good friend is, as hard to find, no Devotion equals the Love of a faithful dog, when you saved it from drowning in a Bog...

in Her happiness, I derive Happiness from seeing Her Happy... it ain't no secret, we communicate like twins in Utero; always aware of each other need to be comfortable, and or comforted...

Exquisite physiological interpersonal Symbiosis of the most Metaphysical kind is mine anytime at all, all qualified by simple Trust and gentle Touch; finally, I can say I have learnt to Love, taught by a not so dum furball with more jewels in charm alone than Alladins Cave of infinite wonderment...  I wish I had treated Women and especially My Beloved late Mother better!... I was another person to these people. as were they to I: everybody changes and mutates into something!.. good or bad.

I wonder what happened to Abbey? Georges Dog, am certain the Family would be first to care for Her... I would love to make a Pilgrammidge to meet Her, with My Boo, Just Dreaming...

Still playing GM all through the Day; this mini seizure will only last a week or 2 longer, don't worry I am not going Mad, I was well endowed with insanity long before that Darling... I am a rare breed, "A Gentle Misanthrope" who tripped out and got better via the Samaritans and YouTube...


Thursday, 26 October 2017

RPT>>

Please read the updated addendum on My last post, it came like a wave of Supreme spiritual Anaesthesia after a new batch of Keenly sublime Skunk... it's the only Way I can find to reach deep into my unconscious... 

in the Wonderland of fun even with a limited imagination, and over-keen wish to express myself in English, Like a Pollock... in Type, like the Blur in Turners Fog's...  like the As-swipes in Tracy Emin's TENT: that won such accolades and inflated flattery...

Art is = pain Filth suffering Cruelty of nature inhumanity Mercy Misery and redemption itself... 
transmogrified into Beauty...
George died of a Broken Heart, 
On Jesus birthday 
he was born again...

you gotta have "Faith Faith Faith"


superb Cover of Father figure...


please see this too...



Friday, 20 October 2017

Praying for time... II

Just by flicking channels chance, There was a Docu/Bio on George Michael... I just kept watching and remembering, and re-analyzing, and finally realised this was no mere Popstar, this is a Master blaster; and a Singing Philosopher, you cant say that he is not;

"A Different Corner" is pure quantum Philosophy, the randomness of events given the potential of variation and timing of a planned or accidental collision considering the unintended trajectory of a body in motion.. without syncronised intentions....

so many great lines that equal the greats who bled their hearts open to stir cold closed minds... "it's so hard to Love, there is so much to Hate"... my kinda English pops out at you like a Boil in the Mirror... He was a Fearless performer, with a Voice that melts hearts and cuts solid Steel... with its focus and tonal precision...

Synchronicity is the sinewave of the absolute dimensionless moment, at a crossroads on the edge of perceivable reality... that shakes you up, as you suddenly cross a Junction with all the associated clatter and noise.... and a few others yet to cross, you wonder if things will hold, they usually do.. and you "get there"... George has Now Had his time, but like a great soul, "He still lives in the detailed biographical form.. of all that is recorded... writ Spat n Spoke...

Just to think He "Died alone on Christmas Day" Breaks me up, what I would give to go through time just to Hold his Hand... on that bleak day, Like a caring Brother, not a Lover. not a Taker a faker and fraud, "then I would Dissolve and disappear before he was found" wanting nothing but his peace with our creator...




I Wish I had been there to greet him, Surely Soul Skin bones and Blood are more than their parts, for the pure in Heart to be embraced for the good use of their talents, left on earth, the love of an estranged particle cannot be lost... only transmuted and momentarily transferred... to an altered state.

He will never be alone again for our adoration will raise him up to Glory... even one good intention deserves a mention: and as each personal individual correlates to our collective union of agreed minds and grateful souls who got to live in His time, is all the intimacy anyone, any Fan could ever want...

none of us are worthless; as long as we pursue the true nature of Love, (to give limitlessly for nothing) by whatever actuating potentiality your heart follows, you cannot fail to See it When such Art is from the Heart... and the gravity of it's profundity, Physically reaches into you, and touches your heart...

You cannot fail to concur and agree with me, the purity of his Artistry is worthy of an Everlasting history...

AMEN #



PURE QUANTUM POTENTIALITY 
OF CERTAIN EVENTUALITY:

The illusion of fate: 

"It's so Hard to Love, 
there is so much to Hate"

Saturday, 14 October 2017

Beauty is Symmetry..

O yes it usually is... but there are those who don't always look for the obvious, and find ~Beauty in degrees of ugliness, your not so perfect Girlfriend is Beautiful to You, because you Know Her, or You think you do, and she just about swings it to rest in your temporary Parking Spot in the Walmarts of Hearts..

if you want shake n Bake instant true Love you are in Stranger Danger. Love grows slowly like a stalactite. wot we got a few milliseconds of "Space-Time" to flash load a life in 70 years.. if your very Lucky, Youth is so passing, yes passes seeming slowly but 10 years is the width of it, some from 17 to 27, 20 to 30, other lucky folk get a rude eternal youth of 12 to 55, it is so Delineated as to make one aware of the big gaping doors of the Crematorium, waiting to burn your bag of Guts n Leather.. Putin is an over Stretched example, 

even he could not afford the perfect facelift, there isn't one, and I had 2 in 91-93... coz I was vein wealthy and stupid like him, we got that in common... he has the guts of many peasants to augment His flagging Organs by transplant no doubt about it, his final thoughts will be frustrating: that they cannot clone his Brain, the dream of the insane...

Un-natural Beauty or it's questionable version is always obvious, or at least the attempt to conceal stretched skin like a Drum-skin over your ageing cranium. that vain Farce to turn a Pigs Ear into a Velvet Purse, O the litany of Obscenities we are capable of... and guilty by:

There is a Deeper Beauty that is outside Structural composition, which can align to the Heart of a Soul whos Age is indeterminate. it is the Living fun of a Child still dancing within you... Even if I can see your Beauty, it does not follow you can see mine, but I don't blame or hate you or despise you, it was my bag of fate to be so...

Forget my Broken Heart, I used Super-glue, as long as you are OK then My World is Wonderful, Beauty is as Dangerous as it is Desireable... before it transits into Wrinkles and dark patches the Spunky Boys want to Piss in You, on You, up you, Over you, and fuck you from a hundred different positions... Achieving nothing but friction burns...

All I want to do; is to glorify you in this text as the Gift my heart never tires of... and aspires to Unify within a deeper further future...

Yeah, Beauty Really is about Symmetry, but there are spirits who break down the barriers of Heartache... by synthesising their mistakes into lessons of Life to The ignorant... Where you find Love, you are always bound to find Beauty; in the face of the one you're used to; and love... so instinctively, after all, said n done; it's a singular composition of one on one:

Beauty queens last a season, Lovingkindness lasts a lifetime: don't marry a Beautiful Trophy Marionette, Love a simple girl you just can't forget... even if shes only ordinary, that is the last additive that makes her Extraordinary...

Nobody could be as common and plain, but you love Her all the Same... Dannielle, Jackie, Janis, Jackie, you're all my Number Ones... fancy a Fivesome?... Firstly; would you mind Emptying my colostomy Bag?....

Before we even attempt to intimately conjoin... mind you I would rather have a good back massage these days... can do? as long as you don't mind the choking smell of shit, You got the Job...

Now get to Work: