(The following text relates to a single subject who somehow manages to arrive in different places at the same time. It may read as nonsensical. There is a recurring point of importance which is common to many other posts. It’s not so much a story, they’re all just an assembly of letters positioned one after another in order to construct words. A conveyance of a feeling or a fact even……)
Oh Wow !, I just had one of those revelations. You’ll no doubt be familiar with.
Mine arrived in the usual manner, from out of nowhere at an unexpected moment. It was a real game changer, completely flipped a disastrous, potentially dangerous situation and saved my ass big time.
Travelling around scribbling things about stuff has lost a good proportion of its appeal. That was my escape though. What else is there?
The lust, the craving, the obsession and the promise of unknown and often genuinely terrifying discoveries and situations were a big attraction. It was proper alone time which was becoming increasingly intertwined with my ‘normal’ lifestyle. There was no way I could just up and leave.
I seem to have developed a new personality trait to compliment my other bag of shite. In truth, It’s entirely possible that this trait of guilt has always been with me, just that it’s got lost with everything else in my days. Maybe I’m a prick through and through and ignored myself.
But once again its the same set of circumstances that bring me to this exchange of information. It’s a rare occasion, this communication thing. Awkward at times, impossible usually and outside influences interfere in ways I can never anticipate and often struggle to deal with effectively, if at all.
So, it’s come to this, integral conversation, the only way to exorcise. To purge. Dump.
Even as I write, it’s being censored heavily and every word is only for necessity. Someone called: ‘It was Lynsey from round the corner. A minute or two away. but once again its beyond my poor as fuck ‘social function’.
‘How much more pish can you indulge your (actual reality’s) self with.?’
I saw anger bursts occurring more and more frequently and could not push past it. There were too many keys, it was hidden from sight and indeed memory. ADVICE: enjoy what you can, all of it is a bonus , didn’t even think I could get close. This is truly playing with knives. I’ve got to take that risk.
Looks like were through ! barely, but, aye 🙂 standby:…
It could still happen, if I am right that is. Actual success, hard work I feel like I’ve done a good bit grounding like, you know. It may be hundreds, and then that ‘ping’ from somewhere. It was both help and hinderance and that’s the major downside or actual flaw in the complete plan. Thankfully I was enjoying the stimulating sounds and opening my mind seemed attractive at a stage or two.
Total isolation in real life terms, a bit drastic ? yes, I’d wasted too much people’s time effort and I had to come to some kind of non contrived, satisfactory conclusion. A volume of books could have been written about the escapades and research I did on substances alone. But there’s fuck all to show just a mass of paper covered in words,’ sounds like pish tae me ‘ was actually the working title of a music and TV and Film series I think.
All it turned out to be was an a4 pad page of three passages, something a bit cryptic probably. Everyone had their own particular idea as to meaning, like it actually meant anything to me. That was then.
Someone asked me how much money I thought I’d amassed. Well, I don’t fucking know, fuck sake. What a ridiculous thing to ask. When I found every wardrobe in a house I was living in stacked floor to ceiling with bundles of £50 notes you could say I was puzzled. The cash wasn’t used, it never moved, nobody used paper. But I had it all in my house, It took me several lifetime’s, so many different points of view. Once I think I may have been amongst a flock of seagulls for about twenty years. And if that statement doesn’t seem odd and, you like looking at loads of words for hours on end, taking in sentences and pages full of text that was plucked out of the air.
In a nutshell. Supplies from outside, or ‘inside’ were traded, during the changeover, The turning point, The transition of the zones. There’s men, women and children, killed every day on the ram climb thru chamber, About a million a year in fact, ain’t that funny? I have a saying : If you’re a successful business owner these days, you’re ‘skipping’. The entire planets currency system was founded through skipping. Think about it..In fact I’ll need to tell you the basic piece of information you lack which of course keeps you out of their suppliers reaches. And when I say suppliers, I mean big arseholes. Cunts would throw you off city buildings for selling tablet and macaroon. But anyway, as per usual I digress, I’ll be millions of miles away by the end, I guarantee it. Not sure where we are now to be honest..Ha!
K, here ye go son, you might not absorb the information never mind believe it…Earth is , like, ye knaw…ken..different from how used to be back in the day, whenever that was, maybe a very long time ago, and if you think about the old fashioned record players in the 60’s and 70’s that used to hold up a stack of vinyl above the turntable till all the records dropped, were played, enjoyed, then re stacked in the dispenser.
I’d draw you a picture, but someone keeps stealing my paper and pens. See ? Are you ready to go now? I can make it happen if it’s really time. As I answered her silent question, Another root would embed in my brain and the link kept getting more peristant and frequent.
We were all feeeling it more, I couldnt move, still unsettled by the television coverage, There was slight tones of encouragement from some of the characters doing the rounds, but I learned to ignore those cunts, All in my head see, just figments of my artificial intelligence.
It’s hard to even portray how much I need your help.
LET IT GO!
I’ve been humiliated and led on before, I know the difference.
Fucking bunch of con cunts. HA!
A relative success then?
Confusion. I would never give up. I have experiments to finish, and people to see. I’m not setting a good example here. Cheers guys n girlys , I am coming home soon it would seem.
CANT FUCKING WAIT !!!
TALES UNRAVELLING. 