coming out of orbit of the strangest planet,
i literally stumbled upon it by chance,
well, chance - by chance i mean:
avoiding an overdraft on the bank account.
the planet itself? not much to talk
about, other than the days and nights -
the days usually last 32 or 36 hours -
(i'm still trying to explore whether a
48 hour days exists) -
the nights? with careful planning -
and that knockout punch of mixing
a **** decent painkiller (naproxen, 500g)
and some scotch -
out for 10 to 12 hours...
i'm currently snuggling to ms.
amber and asking her: sedate me,
sedate me, i'm feeling too lucid being
above for so long...
my senses are sharpened -
which explains why people on
planet 32:36-10:12 rarely dreams -
their everyday days are like dreams -
given that in the winter months they
turn into nocturnal creatures -
scuttling their house and garden in solitude,
while people on planet 365 tend
to be sleeping in the lunar intervals of:
two nights + a day of inhabitants of
32:36-10:12.
which brings me to the topic
of fame...
and this drama series dr. foster...
and this kid in one of the episodes
dancing to the foals' song my number...
current viewing? 16+ million...
sure, that's pop... but i only found
about this pucka song from watching
the drama dr. foster about infidelity
and divorce and what-not -
with that adorable quote from the mourning
bride by william congreve -
heaven has no rage, like love to hatred turned,
nor hell a fury, like a woman scorned.
anyway, fame, in the future: which
we are already in: who the hell has the resources
and stamina and egomania to
bust a clog in the conveyor belt of fame?
about 15 people... for every commoner's
15 minutes, there are usually 15 people
given any time in a lifetime to attain fame -
a monarch, a pope,
a religious figure from a distant
past...
15 - 3 = 12.
this might include 1 scientist,
4 footballers,
4 musicians -
2 political leaders...
so what's that?
12 - 1 - 8 - 2 = 1...
obviously this is all very debatable,
there's fame in the public eye -
but there's also the shadow 15:
famous for being the shady counter-culture
types... the people in the know-how:
e.g. a rothschild banker here,
a george soros over there...
like in the english parliament -
for every cabinet - there's a shadow cabinet;
but at least the shadow 15 do not clog
of the machinery of "fame" -
and in clogging a smoothed
out transition of allowing a multifacet perspective
for the public - the end result from
the public eye 15 is: reality t.v. personalities.
obviously the public eye 15 i took off
the top of my head...
actually: i was wrong about the first 3...
given that we're talking those alive -
3 actors, 1 scientist, 4 footballers, 4 musicians,
2 political leaders;
i could have included writers,
but then: all the ones that come immediately
into my head: are dead;
but it's sometimes worth admiring
these public eye 15...
and why do the dead not
matter to the living? because the perception
of the living that the dead have is
a bit like watching sperms travel...
reap havoc, trample the lesser taddies
in the polevault of ******* -
to the living the dead are solemn and brooding
like the grave -
to the dead the living are as easily excitable
and unconsciously motivated by
biological vectors as to qualify them
as nothing more than the dynamism of
a full sack of emptied testicles.