you see there are problems in the world, but having patrick dunbar and greame thornes

previous life pattern, in my buddha cycle, like having thoughts of going out feeling like kids were playing games

with you, first of all, they will plant all these rats and feral cats and angry dogs, attempting to attack you

at every turn, and also back then when my place was messy, there were rats and dogs just walking in my

parents laundry, and it made me have problems cleaning my house, and i wondered why we saw rats and feral cats

and my cat muscles was also turning feral and i wanted to calm him down, and i started having my hooligans visions

coming when i went out, when i saw kids laughing or screaming in a drain in wanniassa, and this made me feel bad

i told the messiah about it, and he hated it as well, thinking, someone put the kids down there, and then i heard my

mate patrick, say, i am not mucking with the crazy person, because i was getting his clean mind giving me all sorts of delusions

making me feel, he was poisoning my mind with all these delusions like, muscles is the dingo that killed azaria, you see

i was battling my delusions, ya know, having a hard time, with a mate who hated what rupert murdoch was doing to this world

and i was wanting foxtel, but i seriously couldn’t afford, because rupert murdoch had the prices go too high, and when i had

foxtel, i remember i was in dilusion land, ya know, thinking i was getting a private jet to fly to the USA, to volunteer at a major league baseball match

and another thing too, i felt i was given USA TV, because, my delusions were putting the AFL, on the sunday night, and there was

a USAFL match, on there as well, and, i was having a great time doing volunteer work on the street, at the footy, i loved that, and i did

volunteer work at vinnies, i liked that, and i liked playing santa claus too, but i don’t do that now, i picked up all this ******* outside kingsley’s

and i got honoured for that, and i helped cook the meals at the rainbow, i loved that, but nowadays they turned it into a course, and i liked the

idea of giving the mentally ill people a good meal, and i worked at the softball field, in the 2003 masters games, and i cleared tables as well

as other jobs to do around there, i also worked at the kanga cup soccer, but i hated the last day, when they made us do crowd control, not my forte

and because my house was messy, my parents just went mmmm mmmmmm mmmmm, and this drove me crazy, i don’t want to miss out on opportunities

just because my house is untidy, i tried and cleaned my house, the best as i could, but i was hearing voices, you must help here, you must help there

you must help everywhere, the men will talk to me, if i helped people, and i loved when a man said to to me, your doing a good job, mate, and i liked

when men said, keeping busy, mate, and when i said yes, they said good, good, and when i said hello to dad, dad just did a sigh old hi, saying, i was only

like him if i cleaned my house, and yes, i know it’s important to clean my house, so i have a cleaner come Monday mornings, but, i wish there were opportunities

out there, where i can show off my novels to important people, i don’t want any cats anymore, one reason, i can’t look after a cat very well, and i could see lots of

rats and mice in my flat, and i am scared of rats and mice, because of the disease factor, and animals to me, i find, could send me to the psych ward

i know cleaning my house is important, and getting rid of rodents, is a way to clean, you see, lately i say, i got to help the poor, every time i see a poor man

give him money, cause i am not a rich *****, and i am not, and i spend money to try and give me things, i like computers, i was using the computer as a place

to display all my previous life and current life anger, but dad looked at my stories, as not very nice, but i was expressing where my anger is coming from

i want to have novels written and ideas pushed over to television, now i don’t want a cat anymore, or a dog or a mouse or a rat, i prefer to keep myself from

buying any sort of animal, because every time i am asked to do something,like take care of a cat, i go crazy, and i get cranky, cause i haven’t got a perfect life

because my parents have twisted m thoughts around in my head, if i had someone to live with, or moved to another city, with the same services, i will feel good

about myself, because i would still get the cleaning done as well have carers and i need a job, i need a job, i want to show people how to write their problems out of them

i hate being treated like a girl from bay watch, getting kidnapped by old good mates because they fucken agree with parents ruling over their kids and i don’t

because i am going to get what i want and i am not aiming too high,my stories are good enough and even this story, please leave me alone, i want the perfect life

i crave the perfect life, and as long as i don’t buy a cat, i am fine

Are we to reject a greater unity
for the sake of a superficial
sovereignty.
For does not the richness of
every need its canvas.
And every flower deserve a special
place in the garden.
As every star sits in the nights sky
belonging to a constellation.
I never hear them complaining
only gently sparkling.

Are we to reverse down a dark alley
not knowing where we are going.
Do we wish to offer a clenched fist
or are we to open our hand and heart.
Have we become so inwardly looking
that we switch of our lights close our
eyes as a room full of blind nations
continue to fight.

Are we to be influenced by papers
that serendipitously cloud the difference
between EU immigrants and Syrian refugee's.
As Rupert Murdoch and corperate power
divides and conquers.
Trillions gather of shore sit on the world
like a giant cancer and all we do is fight
with each other.
As they in circle us with their power we become
the entertainment at their coliseum.
Or do we pour love within the gaps becoming all
so much closer bringing back all our power.

Are we to live in a shrinking world where
other people's problems do not matter.
Is it time to close our eyes or time to look
in the mirror.
Out out out keep the bad guys out
as though our hands were clean
that we had never done anything wrong.
Are we we to cling to a penny pinching surface
or delve into the depths of our character looking for
a deeper treasure that truly matters.

Will not the true values of our heart not proper
when connected more deeply on the inside
and out.
By clinging to a superficial sovereignty we may
find ourselves also clinging to a wobbly mast.
As our island drifts of into a rough sea we maybe
to involved with surviving that we forget
who we truly are.

That man with the brain
Sits in a chair
That man with a chain
Sits in a cell
That woman with a drain
Cleaning all the dishes
That woman with a pain
Got a baby to take care of
Who's making this world spin
They know the ones who get broke
This world sits on their shoulders
While the dopeman peddles dope

Come on everyone don't be
like reluctant children on the
first day of their schooling.
Oh cloudy dark days, its really
not that bad, plenty
more twists in the story.

Lets all join hands stop
swearing tell everyone at
the top we are all together
and not moving.
OK come on,with  no doubts lets go,
go Brexit, but then lets paint it
red and not blue.
Wave to Mr Murdoch and say Ha ha to
you, you lost after all.  

Let us temper the angered
words dealt snake bit and
venom.
Brutal exchanges like Klitschko
and Joshua now is the time for
the hug right after.
You know when we are all slinging
mud and shouting someone
some where in power is betting.
And they are the only one that will
be winning.

Time now is for us to look in with
rolling hills, roses and blackberry
bushes.
Sandy beaches, prickly thorns and
mystery round circles of stones.
Coated in gentle breezes alike a
kindly uncle the weather protects
us.
And what do I find that sweet soft
tender, holly in the winter and roses
in the summer.
little England
And not something to be ashamed of
but something to be
proud of.

Time is now for us all to be free as there
is always darkness just before a birth.
Like a brave bird breaking free only
the brave seeds make it into a tree.
As not every parent knows what
is right for their child.

But lets not then look for the common
wealth and all its crimes.
let us simply be
Little England
That subtle feeling we hold
As we all know all the answers
live
INSIDE

I’m just a lanky lass from Wycheproof
Born on the right side of the tracks
Law degree and a stint at Racing Vic
I’ve risen well above the backroom hacks

I’m revered
and I’m feared
I’m Tony’s confidante
I scream, I shout, I rant
Back benchers quake
Ministers shake
I’m an armoured tank
You know I outrank
any one in Coo-ee
of super-strong me

Chief of Staff to the PM
I’m the ultimate femme
Murdoch grumbled, tried to call me to heel
I’m never humbled, I’m totally real
I am the ‘she’ who must be obeyed
I am the piper who must be paid
I’m the gate-keeper
I’m the scythe-reaper

Tony knows who makes and butters his bread
I keep him happy, I keep him well fed
I am Salome, when I call for a head
a platter it’s given, my enemy dead.

I was top of my game and top of the list
of Helen McCabe’s ‘Women of Power’
I’ve never cowered, brown-nosed or ****-kissed
I stand tall, over midgets I tower
Natural-born killer exudes from my pores
I suffer no fools, I banish the bores
I mark my territory, a ******* dog
Clear dry is my vision, no room for fog
Some say I influence all decisions
I’m an enforcer of rigid divisions
There is only ‘us’ in the battle of wills
Ride on my side, for the endless high thrills
Of course I agree I’ve had an impact
It’s true without me, poor Tony can’t act
But sad to tell you, it’s still more than that
I’m in charge of the ball and even the bat
I know there are some who cannot like me
Though I control the national psyche
So come Malcolm, Julie and sad sack Joe
I will decide when it’s my time to go
No-one can challenge Abbot, my hero
I’ll zap them to ashes, to dust, to zero
I’ll huff and I’ll puff and blow their House down
Forever secure and wearing my crown
So don’t mess with me, you miserable crew
Just you crawl away in case I say, “Boo!”
I’m beautiful fearless, utterly bold
Remember, I serve revenge icy cold.

© M.L.Emmett

The yonder above is forever bruised and opaque
Reigning over glum faces
Complexions washed with a bloodless shade of dispassion
Robotic, disengaged.

Material desires are quenched with vast shopping centres
Credit Cards hold on for dear live
As every last drop of sweet money is rinsed from that plastic rectangle.

Living beyond our means
Whilst simultaneously refusing to give up on Sky TV box sets and liquid lunches.

Hooked to our phones, but not for telephone communication
Rather, for self validation
Defined by the click of a heart or pathetic thumb.

The once friendly communities
With blood coursing through their veins
Are husks of their previous life form, gentrified beyond recognition.

Filtered faces with protruding spines and modified features
Infiltrate mass media
Corrupting the definitions of success and beauty.

Plastic personalities reign supreme
Vacuous minded socialites profess women’s empowerment begins with the flaunting of skin
Rather than the possession of a strong mind.

Many bury their heads in the sand
Residing in ignorance
As mass genocides and civil wars manifest every second.

Or worse, they read the TORYgraph and THE ****  
Believing immigrants spawn white genocide
And white conservatives suffer oppression.

Pffft!

I have deep contempt for those behind these ***** tabloids
Murdoch and his monsters
Orchestrating lies and bile
Destroying lives or scaremongering the impressionable
Committing the most savage, sycophantic crimes
In order to extract Monday’s headline.

I do not suffer fools
Especially those who make up the tapestry of dystopia
A failing age of doom.

I    go        out          for       coffee
                    with            my                        be­st                            
                                fr­iend        every
                                 evening
                         And see the thorns come out of
                    I  people In ways I wouldn't expect.
              D    One woman moves away from us. One
        R         boy calls her a terrorist. One man threate
    I           ns to have her deported Even though she w
N           as born in New Jersey.    America the free....?
K         I drink coffee with my parents in the morning, My
C          Dad's daily dose of poisons called  Fox and Friends
O     Hannity  The O'reilly Factor  Cause my ears to bleed.
    F   They say that while not all Muslims are terrorists All ter
      F   rorists are Muslim.    They use religion as a scapegoat
          E  What they don't know isThese radicals do the exact
             E same thing. I drink coffee by myself in the afterno
                 on. Somewhere, during that time Personality Ru
                  pert Murdoch blames all Muslims for terrorism.
                   He says they all must take responsibility for t
                     his "cancer". Then must I, as a Christian, tak
                      e responsibility for the KKK?  Must I, as a
                         member of your religion, Rupert, take
                           responsibility for your ignorance?  I
                             stand in solidarity with these Mus
                              lims who would never rip a hair
                                off my head or a bone from m
                                  y body.  We can do without
                                    people like you, who mak
                                        my coffee taste bitter.

hi dudes



i think my creativity is the key for me looking and staying young, i know what i am about to say sounds

negative, but i believe that i will never ever work at common ground, only because of what happened in

1990 with the kid and 2004 with the cat, you see i am still scared of going to the psych ward, after what

happened in 2013, , you see every time i get myself together, in the work front, something bad happens

even, being famous, i have got a lot of youtube views, and i want to make future posts, but i my mind of helping

people or being famous is very delusional, i want to be given a go, on TV, but it’s mighty hard for the little people

such as me, i realise i might have ****** people off, in some emails, but, it’s because, i want more out of life rather

than being a mentally ill ****** to be stuck in the psych ward, i hate the psych ward, i am watching prisoner to learn

how to keep myself out of the psych ward, i hear too many voices for the work at common ground and i really want

to work through my voices in ART and WRITING, i know i have designed a few buildings and sports grounds

you see i hear voices from patrick, because i am feeling my little young dude/hooligan coming back to me to

show me how bad i felt being treated like a little young dude, the main reason why i fought dad, because i drew

a triangular shape with a stick stabbing through the centre, dad hated it, i wrote on my arm kidnap 11 year old boys

and my carer was very upset, i do want to help the poor, but my past looks like will be against it, and i want to

fight my way to the top, not literally, but i feel i am fighting my way to the top with art and writing, you can’t do everything

and really i am feeling my shy man/hooligan trying to turn me into a weird man, and i don’t wanna look weird

i want to be fit, and healthy, and i want rupert murdoch and tony abbott to give their fortunes to help the poor people out

because if my situation was different, i would be a philanthropist, but i am not rich, but i still give, i want to have constant reminders

in my next life, to make sure poor people are well looked after, like, i see my world coming to life with common ground,

i look like i inspired it, because so many people are willing to help it, i want to still be a youtube entertainer, but i might be

a bit delusional there as well, expecting ellen will ring me up, or home and away will let me whack alf stewart with the belt

because he was an army guy, but i was sick back then, i appreciate the help mental health have given me, ya know chances

to be famous, i just worry  about being kidnapped by people i want to help because that is helping, by placing yourself in harms way

i would like to work on my art, and if anything, i would like a few pictures i have to brighten up the people’s day at common ground and

i am unsure of how to do that, my mind isn’t really into doing courses for jobs, i know i need to do a food hygiene course, i won’t get a job

at common ground unless you can give my entertaining delusion a go, but still that might still require a work with venerable person check

and really i want the voices to stop but while i still have voices saying, that i am still a little young baby young dude ringing around in my head,

it might be hard to work with venerable people, because the voices are driving me nuts, I WANT THEM TO STOP, and i can’t work at common ground

with voices like these, i can ignore the voices reading a poem on 2xx, because the voices will fade as i read, and the only job i could do in the famous world

is probably be one of the writers because my brain is too intense, and it can make me insane, insane in the membraiin insane in the brain

i feel like yelling like a schizophrenic, and just imagine me working with venerable people with these voices, i hear

everyone wanting to go to bed, but because they don’t want to muck with me in going to bed groups they sit up saying your like mrs allan, brian

and as i went to bed, the image of my old school chum pat is sitting up all night, and the image is plastered in my head and despite how much fun

i have staying up all night, it doesn’t work for me doing my art, so i am prepared to battle these demons and go to bed at 12.00, but i am not like

canary though, going to bed before midnight, where i can turn into a pumpkin, some woman doesn’t want me to film her kids and that is why i

don’t put many videos on youtube, i want to learn how to post legally, but i feel some videos are put on with me under delusions, posting on youtiube

like that, isn’t worth it, if i am always watching my back, but i still want to read my poems on youtube, i am learning more than people who are trained

to help does, but i don’t want to help like that, i find it hard with my voices to wait for videos of performances to load up, and i felt better when i did my

own stuff, the medication is making me shake a bit, and though there is nothing wrong with what i was doing on youtube to me, i am going back to

posting videos of myself reading stories and poems, cause i feel as naughty as a hooligan, and that ain’t brian allan’s style, maybe in my next life

i can be a proper youtube entertainer for awards, and i just sit there doing my tapestry watching sport like a guy over the internet, but i swill never

be too woosey for the computer world, because i feel like a naughty hooligan, and i upset my family a lot without meaning too and i don’t want to

upset my fans, and i know i have fans, i check my views, god your a fool brian, i hear the MEN say, i don’t want to go back to LEAD either, because

they teased me like how you tease a freaking hooligan, i am not a hooligan i am a real family person, and i am 45 years old, i shouldn’t behave like

a kid who needs discipline for the rest of my life, i don’t want mental illness, i like to be a success story

S I D E      A
"already mine"         : us the duo
"us"                           : james bay
"broken things"        : clairity
"the night we met"   : lord huron
"delicate"                   : taylor swift
"life me up"               : mree

S I D E       B
"august"                                        : flipturn
"stupid"                                         : lizzy mcalpine
"i love you"                                   : billie eilish
"mirrorball"                                  : taylor swift
"through the dark"                      : alexi murdoch
"if you ever want to be in love"    : james bay

I've been doing lotsa reflections, now that's all I see.
Reflection of you in every window, in every still water.
So I took my knife out, stabbed your neck times 43.
But I'm not guilt- free, I still cry each time it's over.
I suppressed my conscience, as the devil laughed heartily.
With a cane in hand, twirling, tap dancing on my shoulder.
The angel is all quiet cause she is bound and gagged.
My system is down, cause this angel deserved to die.
Covered in dirt, blood, her body is found and bagged.
I cannot lie, but I'm glad that she can no longer fly.
**** colours, cause the world is just brown and black.
I begged the devil to plunge his pitchfork into my eyes.
I hear better than Murdoch now, even when that pin drops.
I hear the demons singing in my heart, acapella hiphop.
Symphony echoing off the emptiness of my chest.
Succubus ****** my happiness, I'm feeling lifeless
In a sea of despair, I'm just floating on my life-vest.
So with the same knife that I stabbed you, I stabbed me.
4 times in the lungs, so air rushed out, blood rushed in.
3 in the abdomen, slashed an artery, so I'm bleeding badly.
Asphyxiating in my own **** blood, I began gaspin'.



I can't believe, in my final moments,
with my eyes blind, it's still you that I see.

****.

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Who owns CNN, NBC, MSN, FOX? Some facts...
So ya think we have a "free press" eh? Check out who owns who, and who owns what you think...

GENERAL ELECTRIC --(donated 1.1 million to GW Bush for his 2000 election campaign)

Television Holdings:
* NBC: includes 13 stations, 28% of US households.
* NBC Network News: The Today Show, Nightly News with Tom Brokaw, Meet the Press, Dateline NBC, NBC News at Sunrise.
* CNBC business television; MSNBC 24-hour cable and Internet news service (co-owned by NBC and Microsoft); Court TV (co-owned with Time Warner), Bravo (50%), A&E (25%), History Channel (25%).
The "MS" in MSNBC
means microsoft
The same Microsoft that donated 2.4 million to get GW bush elected.

Other Holdings:
* GE Consumer Electronics.
* GE Power Systems: produces turbines for nuclear reactors and power plants.
* GE Plastics: produces military hardware and nuclear power equipment.
* GE Transportation Systems: runs diesel and electric trains.
==================================================

WESTINGHOUSE / CBS INC.
Westinghouse Electric Company, part of the Nuclear Utilities Business Group of British Nuclear Fuels (BNFL)

Whose #1 on the Board of Directors? None other than:
Frank Carlucci (of the Carlyle Group) - Those who have seen Fahrenheit 911, or any other Bush-Investigation flick knows the Carlyle group well.

Television Holdings:
* CBS: includes 14 stations and over 200 affiliates in the US.
* CBS Network News: 60 minutes, 48 hours, CBS Evening News with Dan Rather, CBS Morning News, Up to the Minute.
* Country Music Television, The Nashville Network, 2 regional sports networks.
* Group W Satellite Communications.
Other Holdings:
* Westinghouse Electric Company: provides services to the nuclear power industry.
* Westinghouse Government Environmental Services Company: disposes of nuclear and hazardous wastes. Also operates 4 government-owned nuclear power plants in the US.
* Energy Systems: provides nuclear power plant design and maintenance.
================================================== ==============

VIACOM INTERNATIONAL INC.
Television Holdings:
* Paramount Television, Spelling Television, MTV, VH-1, Showtime, The Movie Channel, UPN (joint owner), Nickelodeon, Comedy Central, Sundance Channel (joint owner), Flix.
* 20 major market US stations.
Media Holdings:
* Paramount Pictures, Paramount Home Video, Blockbuster Video, Famous Players Theatres, Paramount Parks.
* Simon & Schuster Publishing.

=============================================
DISNEY / ABC / CAP (donated 640 thousand to GW's 2000 campaign)
Television Holdings:
* ABC: includes 10 stations, 24% of US households.
* ABC Network News: Prime Time Live, Nightline, 20/20, Good Morning America.
* ESPN, Lifetime Television (50%), as well as minority holdings in A&E, History Channel and E!
* Disney Channel/Disney Television, Touchtone Television.
Media Holdings:
* Miramax, Touchtone Pictures.
* Magazines: Jane, Los Angeles Magazine, W, Discover.
* 3 music labels, 11 major local newspapers.
* Hyperion book publishers.
* Infoseek Internet search engine (43%).
Other Holdings:
* Sid R. Bass (major shares) crude oil and gas.
* All Disney Theme Parks, Walt Disney Cruise Lines.
================================================== ====

TIME-WARNER TBS - AOL (donated 1.6 million to GW's 2000 campaign)
America Online (AOL) acquired Time Warner–the largest merger in corporate history.
Television Holdings:
* CNN, HBO, Cinemax, TBS Superstation, Turner Network Television, Turner Classic Movies, Warner Brothers Television, Cartoon Network, Sega Channel, TNT, Comedy Central (50%), E! (49%), Court TV (50%). * Largest owner of cable systems in the US with an estimated 13 million subscribers.
Media Holdings:
* HBO Independent Productions, Warner Home Video, New Line Cinema, Castle Rock, ****** Tunes, Hanna-Barbera.
* Music: Atlantic, Elektra, Rhino, Sire, Warner Bros. Records, EMI, WEA, Sub Pop (distribution) = the world’s largest music company.
* 33 magazines including Time, Sports Illustrated, People, In Style, Fortune, Book of the Month Club, Entertainment Weekly, Life, DC Comics (50%), and MAD Magazine.
Other Holdings:
* Sports: The Atlanta Braves, The Atlanta Hawks, World Championship Wrestling.

================================================== =====
NEWS CORPORATION LTD. / FOX NETWORKS (Rupert Murdoch) (donations see bottom note)
Television Holdings:
* Fox Television: includes 22 stations, 50% of US households.
* Fox International: extensive worldwide cable and satellite networks include British Sky Broadcasting (40%); VOX, Germany (49.9%); Canal Fox, Latin America; FOXTEL, Australia (50%); STAR TV, Asia; IskyB, India; Bahasa Programming Ltd., Indonesia (50%); and News Broadcasting, Japan (80%).
* The Golf Channel (33%).
MEDIA HOLDINGS:
* Twentieth Century Fox, Fox Searchlight.
* 132 newspapers (113 in Australia alone) including the New York Post, the London Times and The Australian.
* 25 magazines including TV Guide and The Weekly Standard.
* HarperCollins books.
OTHER HOLDINGS:
* Sports: LA Dodgers, LA Kings, LA Lakers, National Rugby League.
* Ansett Australia airlines (Since bankrupt), Ansett New Zealand airlines.
* Rupert Murdoch: Board of Directors, Philip Morris (USA).

(Phillip Morris donated 2.9 million to George W Bush in 2000)

Gotta love the free press!!

I never read the newspapers! or have any confidence in the news or it's politics.

I don't see any point voting for a government or a system; in which a corrupt media spins personality over principles for its financial gain.

I have little or no interest in watching a politician dance, stumble, have a bad hair day, tweet the wrong message, or buy a new sweater!

The media is not, and never has been in the pursuit of truth; it's about spin, political power and financial gain. (Selling papers)

Do you really think that newspaper moguls present enlightenment to the masses? Seriously?

The Daily mail & The mirror is owned by:
Jonathan Harmsworth the 4th Viscount Rothermere.
His net worth is: 1.19 billion.

The Times newspaper is owned by Lachlan Murdoch
His net worth is: 23.2 Billion.

The sun newspaper is owned by Sir Rupert Murdoch, Knight Commander of St Gregory.
His net worth 22.4 Billion.

The Independent is owned  by Evgeny Lebedev
His net worth is: 1.1 Billion
Sultan Muhammad Abuljadaye
His net worth 100.3 billion.

The Evening Standard is owned by Byam Shaw
Net worth 37.1 million.

Your local rag offers storys about knife crime, and what's happening in the soaps, interspersed with elitist policies; fed to you in bite size tabloids;  by hungry billionaires.

Fish & chips anyone?

Johnny' hi dudes and welcome to party zone and today we have a lot of party stuff for you
Tonight and our first guest is jimmy opmum with his jingle
Jimmy' working hard every day and night trying to get things right
You see some people are nice to you and some people fight
You see you get bullied by the pope if you don't share his views
And I notice Henry Atkins
At home watching the news
You see he sees all the bad stuff that happened in that day
Oh oh oh oh it just doesn't work
Take me to a party
With a spiked punch and beer and wine
And they have a drink
That is So disgusting
You would think it is turpentine
Then the Barmah said
You don't need to drink it no
Just let me know if you like it or not and put it in my book
Oh oh oh oh it just doesn't work

Johnny't that was great and now here is Steve with his jingle
Steve'. 1 and a 2 and a 3 and we party oh yeah every day and night and none of us fight
My mate is treating me like a toy because I like him a lot
I can't drink beer because it
Tastes so ****** bitter
So bitter it makes you jitter
And people think you are stupid
Just like that Murdoch man first name rupert
You see he is a problem of a bloke a real **** and I think
He would be a **** if his first name was rick or pick or even bridge and rupert is stupid and that's no lie
Johnny'.  Ok thanks for your two
Poems see ya next week

2020 - day 160

Monday, June 8, 2020
6:46 AM

Dissipated selves linger, ghost-like,

suggesting no new motives toward sur
rendering my heart and mind to spiritual,
haunting dreads, from
others interferring as rioters in mobs
so far away as to be
non materially consequential,
immaterial matrickulaters and haters of those
peaceful
stochastic bits of me, extending beyond
my reach,

as I was taught, a man's grip ought not
exceed his grasp.
A man's grasp must extend his reach, as
knowing expands my point,
hold on

do not let go
re
ify me, ifier, ify me, make me hold this truth,
self
evidence, of exceeding complexity phasing out

in an alluvial fan at the bottom of the fall.

❧

Escape velocity, achieved, see the glimmer...

pop. Fear, as false evidence appearing real,
comes clowning into the per
ifery, with haps, suggested I
happen to see a you reflection in me,
touch, eh

weak to strong to breakout, as when
a farmer breaks a dam to loose the flow,
click
electrical and chemical process-easy to imagine,
from now, limenal
information
lingering from ads absorbed for seventy years,

be a man
smoke Camels
be cool, smoke Kools,
be peaceful and green, smoke Salems
be separated from the common filters, smoke
Parliaments with the recessed filter,
for discriminating taste, less tar.

be seen as longer than thy fellow smokers,
by a millimeter, a silly millimeter,
smoke Benson & Hedges 100s.

Spit Redman. Sublimenally, on my shoe.
Three doors, front and back and cuspidor, ha ha ha
-
what's a cuspidor, Grandpa?

Really? In public, in the halls of Congress?
Seems really gross, as in yechy.

Imagine the smell.

❧


A murmuration of sardines, or tiny noseeums, or starlings;
how much data is being fed into
the wee controlers of motion,
using seven degrees of separation
-- there is an algorithm,
boids, minimum distance
match velocity
move to center mass of neighboring seven

interacting as equals, but
do such birds
crap on one another?

Cellular automata, made living thoughts,
if you think life thoughts,
happened with no reason.


--- life is software
Rule 110 for class four cellular automata

in seers see where darkness was and wonder,
what would this reveal outside
the edge between order and chaos?

a phase transition in a heaping scoop of sugar
slipping into my coffee,
seeming to change the taste ... see

Disney-if-ication, drawn from a silly song you
can never un get, once it gets used
metaphorically on a difficult
person who thinks wrong.

❧


Be entertained by the nobel's
jewels...

struggling to overcome, come over, entropification,
bursting into ever
as if
nothing
is real, and we feel it

we, me and my seven touch points

❧


knapping is a step
by
step knack passed along by seeing
and doing,

those who see and do, see more life,

"I came that they might have life, and that,
more abundantly."

Practice, patience makes practice possible.
Once the way is known,
epigenetical throat clearing noises made
the teacher
imagine drinking knowing straight from god
for showing how,

{like those gurus who claim snot is brain juice with gut messages}
to find
edges, between big gap, ligandary leap

speak

foxpeatwogene meme, mimic try

we do get by, thinking past the next imagined by
the mass of enculturated human flesh
eating itself alive, from fears
loosed to drive the heard,
to the edge

Stone knapping, see, this knack my grandpa had
ai ai ai, mustathought that
in code, rule 111,
there were no words we knew how to say
this is the body of knowing,
this is the bubble of mutual being,

this is spaceship earth, coming online, all hands on deck...

pass it on... we are no neutral observants to a realm,
realized long before there were words for
right and wrong, once the purpose
became living to learn to teach,
how to live,
once again, now, this becomes the knowable why, this
is the reason
things are ... at all, balanced
on the edge,
of any universal
reality....

see, we get what we see, it is many levels deeper,
the reason for that, is many plexities deeper,
but

we had to learn to speak your thoughts.

"the same yesterday, the same today,
the same forever, is"
an idea en and in corporating
conservation of energy in its ever dominant position
in opposition to entropy,
in
thus, the good versus evil trope, where death is evil
and living is good...
breaks out from Disney-ified,
ifery-wishery
trippy tropes to insert non-player observers who steer,
pilot,
infantile minds making distinction
of sharp and dull
"between soul and spirit", judge the message as the messenger,
in a word,
by being a word,
two-d between tweened being, double minded, as an

egg the size of the bubble of knowns, think:

deep space looks like those big detergent and corn syrup
bubbles sweeping in a dance following your

seeing eye, hearing words now, where, a while ago
you could have seen that guy
on the beach making bubbles so huge they swallowed us

whole
and here is the edge of reality and what we imagine.
Word worlds of pure, merest of mere, in formative goo

see, do, see doe, see, see, see
spot
run, fetch the thread we started with, aha

edges, once past, appear as threads in future patterns...

the day is fast approaching
when we,
the we who find our names in the book life keeps,
we bet on reason being balance...
we cheated, knowing we won,
having read the book before the movie,
and we became,
we trans-formed our mind, as if oil left a film
of frictionless space
we fit right in
between the inner and outer bubble, see, look,
that big bubble walled in Dawn and Kayro,
we watched the bubble man make
{beach bubblers are faithful to Dawn, for the Exxon Valdez ads}
that bubble
is two conforming bubbles, one in the other, and
in
between the walls of those bubbles, is water,
liquid flowing water,

I think life is like that out where order and chaos phase
shift at a human scale, see
on the surface of the earth, amidst coast chapparel in spring,
I am watching life being done on all sides,
counting my center as one point,
I have seven points to project perception through,

this may be the quantum foam of universes, seen up close,
and we effect slight sight tugs or shoves and a neuronic
approach to create
an ifity network of knowns,
anonymous in ever after,
but a happy place.
My point in being.

It has life every where you can imagine looking.
It was here when I got here,
so nothing I did deserved this,
this rest of the story,
after the maze, my self evidence flowing into expansive reality never
earned, via service, not my pay for
right usefulness having,
been made of me,
my being
good for something. Having a knack, or a green thumb,
no,
but I was an amusing child.
And
amusing children are assumed good, by the goodness in us,
not the goodness in them,
they are good for nothing but the medicine laughter brings
from a truly happy child.

- perceptron, eh? mebbe exclusive-or gates, xor-gates,
- support vector machines favor Feynman's series 4 NANDs
- time travel back into favor, default mode, on a grand scale
- neuronic capital interest come
- pounding
- on your door
- think harder, pay attention, once the rest is known,
- no body forgets the point in getting there.

Right, activate knowledge wholistic algorithm, give Turing his due.

❧



We alter the unfolding of the universe, somebody said,
in the per-ifery of possible attention
holding places,
handles for grasping and gripping to hold still,
a
moment,
con sci useness, settles into sublime wonder, sound familiars
shhoo sue-serated edge, silken webbing
slipping through
-- look, see that lizard's blue belly? did you? I took a picture,
but the optical translation chip can't see that color.

pines whisper selah.
❧

Richard Feynman, bongo player in the band that built
the most famous mushroomcloud in history,
suggested to my mind, in a book, surely
you're joking, mr. feynman,
a sort of time travel information can handle,
a redo before next result
sort of action
and
that there may well be time to start all over.
He thought a series of not-and gates in the flow of time
might --- no
this was me meandering, NAND gates in threes

those were what I was thinking while Rupert Murdoch
layed out a priori assumptions, re
things in threes, spiritually having a point...

for me to ponder, remotely, and ... drift along in wonder ifity,
if the rest is not the perfect reason for growing old in 2020,
and not earlier... I don't know what is.

The after life part 3



After sending all of the souls to their next lives, Cronus had this 37 year old male who weighed 152 kg who passed out in the shower and cut his head on the shower **** which was the hot water **** and he yelled out
**** ME DEAD and nobody heard him because he lived alone and it wasn’t till his colleagues from volunteer work noticed him missing
He probably would be there for ages without anyone noticing him and he did die though but the hospital tried to revolve him but failed and as he entered the after life, Cronus said what life would you like to be in your next life and he said I was 152 kg and I was fucken suffering and nobody would give me a job and I was quite often being yelled at by other poor people and if I came back I want to be well away from any poor people even if I was Rupert Murdoch’s child, it would be better than being yelled at by poor people and Cronus said yes I understand but being with Rupert might not happen but I could give you to a family in a rich area and then the 152 kg man said yes I want my parents to look out for me rather than being drinkers and not caring too much about me, and Cronus said you need to be independent when you grow up and able to look after your own health because I prefer for people to try and gain independence as they get older and whereabouts do you want to live (what country) and he said maybe the USA but not with Donald trump or any other politician because I want my parents to help me and look after me as a child ok and then he spoke to Buddha who had earth cam tv on to see which lady’s womb you want to enter and the 152 kg man who was Phil checked and chose the right one for him and then was told by Athena that his weight will put pressure on his next life and you might need to look after your health a bit but try and do things you want to do though and good luck and after he left to have a few methane smoothies
Cronus was with Tim Walsh who died in a car accident by hitting a child and him and the child were killed instantly and the child’s name was Johnny brown who was 8 and he was scared as Cronus told him he was dead and yelled at Tim saying there is no way I am living with you because it will take a long time for me to notice I am no longer with mummy and daddy and Tim said, I am really sorry and Johnny said you should be going 40km past schools and there is no way you were going at that and Tim begged for Cronus to listen to him because he was drunk and Cronus said well yes being drunk is wrong especially when you get behind the wheel and Johnny said Cronus, send him to HELL and Tim said no, I want to go to the USA because I have never been there and my parents promised me we would go and they died when I was 13 and I lived in an orphanage for 5 years because none of my other family members wanted me and Johnny said no excuses and Cronus said to Johnny whereabouts do you want to go in your next life and Johnny said not the USA because I want to be away from Tim ok maybe Russia I love the people I met from there and Cronus sent Johnny to Athena for a soul check and went for a methane smoothie with Tim to try and explain that Johnny just doesn’t want to have died at his age and Tim said yes, I understand him and I feel for him but I think death calms me, I might not have thought that way if I didn’t die
And I hope I don’t do the same in future lives and I always thought we went to heaven and Cronus said we are in nirvana at the moment but you need an earth body to improve the universe and Tim said take me to the states as a girl because I want to learn about girls and why they care more about looks more than guys and Johnny went to the jumping castle in Jupiter and Tim went to see Athena for a soul check to learn about what he has to do in his next life in the USA and then he went to Saturn to party hardy won’t starty

Teach it to your children.

I recall the wonder of discovery and
The awesome Technicolor  
When you , taking me in your hand,
Perplexed the monarch of my affections  
And I was a spinster no longer

My cataracts bent themselves rectangle
As you made primetime of my matinee
Made me pixellated  

The world was square
And the Sky without limits
When I moved you into my private chamber

The pause button, having broken
Made us live in the moment  

Every sound wave a fluttering falsetto
That we dare not turn the channel over

You came to me in flat format
But you were the set top box of times now gone
I longed to open you up
And absorb your teletext- the sonnets of old

Primetime was a kaleidoscope
As I lay there in bed with you, my precious television
Suddenly this slim rectangular riddle, when switched on,
was a philanthropist without shackles  
The infinite gift that kept on giving

Mid-way through Holby City
20:20
Vision slipping
I lay there captivated by the elements of some fictional dame
And her fiery mane as it lights up the screen
The screen flickered 24 frames per second
And with it I slip into a familiar abyss

Ah, the reassuring comfort of my companion  
And how you lulled me to sleep  

Every press of the remote was a celebration of my admiration
Groping and clinging to it like some wilting tradition  

Night after night you kept me company
Breathing warmth and pointing your aerial towards me
As I begged Mr Murdoch to
Open my eyes and fill me with information

Nothing dared distract me from you
Though there are those that tried
Those who found themselves muted

I was glued
And when the schedules faded to shopping or teletext
I’d switch you off
And listen to you on standby
How your heavy breathing would soothe me

The red on/off light that burns brightly into the night
Lets me know that you are alive

I hide the remote from prying eyes
Beneath the pillow that, on top, sit’s the TV guide
My encyclopaedia to the stars  

How you have pleased me endlessly  
Illuminating me
Filling me with light

I swift you off and reach for the plug
When suddenly a shock of electricity runs through my body
I feel it in my bones
You are possessive
It reminds me that I am alive

End

Daniel said he can control the world
Daniel said people can read his thoughts
Daniel said that Rupert Murdoch
Is Match fixing the big bash cricket
Daniel said that he can’t run because of his knees
Daniel said people are laughing at him, and even if people are, he is just a negative ****
Daniel said his mum is in a bad way
Daniel said his sister is in a bad way
Daniel said his dad is a rich ****
Daniel said that he is the messiah
Daniel said he will go through the golden gate and bring people down with him
Daniel said the daily telegraph is crap and he tries to change people from reading that crap
Daniel said jimmy swaggart is a Christian ****
Daniel said all Christians are *****
Daniel said that he can’t work or do anything positive like things he is interested in, he is too negative to be my friend
Daniel said Jesus never came
But he is too negative to be the Jewish messiah anyway

i am iris murdoch
i am hussein of jordan.

i sleep in the shoes i have to fill.
lighting up a pipe dream,
leave some smoke behind.

blaze the trail.

Now...
George Peppard Was The Man...  
  
Who... Liked To See A Plan...
... REALLY Come Together... !!!
  
Because His A-Team Fellas...
Had To Wage Vendettas...
Against Those Whose Agendas...
  
Were Causing Nuff’ STRESS...
To Heads Being DISTRESSED...
By... IGNORANT Heads...
Who Were Making Big Threats...
To... Get Rid of Them... !!!
  
So... Hannibal Smith...
Was The One Whose Lyric...
Made The Show A BIG HIT...
With... Adults And Kids... !!!
  
Because The A-Team...
Was A Show That Was Clean...
  
Even With... Mr T...
As A Man Who Was MEAN... !!!
  
Because NOBODY DIED...
Even When They Would Fight...
To Make Criminals Hide...
Whenever They Tried...
To RUIN The Lives...
of People Just Trying...
To Simply... SURVIVE... !!!
  
So The A Team Would Plan...
By Using... FACEMAN’...
Whose Planning Was Slick...
When It Came To The Chicks...
  
While... Other Plans Ran...
In Ways That Would Crash...
Cos’ They Were Murdoch MAD... !?!
  
And Of Course There Was Amy...
A... VERY SMART Lady...
  
Whose Planning Involved...
Using MORE Than Her Thong... !!!
  
Because The Series Showed...
How Good Planning Controls...
And... DISMANTLES Foes... !!!
  
So Here’s Where This Piece...
Takes A... DIFFERENT Tone...
And Plans To Now Seek...
  
The Truth About Plans...
To Control This Disease...
That’s Now Spread Overseas... !!!
  
Cos’ The Plan Seems To Be...
To Now Feed A VACCINE...
To MILLIONS of Folks...
ALL OVER The Globe...
  
And This Is NO JOKE... !!!
Like The A-Team Show... !!!
  
It’s A... SERIOUS PLAN... !!!
That’s Now Come Together... !!!
  
To Leave Corona TRAPPED... !!!
And To Make Things Much Better...
For... EVERY HUMAN... !!!
  
Than Things CLEARLY Have Been...
Throughout TWENTY TWENTY... !!!
  
Well...... ALLEGEDLY...... ?!?
  
Now I’m No Mr. T...
But My Attitude Is...
As BAD As Can Be... !!!
  
When It Comes To Me Taking...
A RUSHED Through Vaccine... !?!
  
That Seems To Have Been...
AVOIDING What’s Deemed...
To Be Something It NEEDS... !!!
  
Like A...  
... CLEAN Bill HEALTHY... !!!
  
That Has Passed Policies...
Put In Place To ENSURE...
That... This Is A CURE...
  
WITHOUT BAD Side Effects...
That Could Unsettle Heads...
Or Lead To MORE Deaths... !!!
  
So It SHOULDN'T Break Laws...
For It To Be Given...
To Millions of Minions...
  
WITHOUT The Approvals...
From... Health Agencies...
That Are Normally Usual...
In... EMERGENCIES... !!!!!
  
Where It’s Felt Vaccinations...
Are NEEDED In Nations...
In... Different Locations...
ALL OVER The WORLD... !!!
  
To... STOP A New Curve...
That Plans To Make WAVES...
That Are FAR From Humane... !!!
  
When This Thing Attacks...
Like Hackers Who HACK...
Like... Terrorist Clans... !!!!
  
That **** Folks In Silence...
Just Like This NEW VIRUS... !!!
  
That...
Could of Been PLANNED... ?!?
  
But Can Such Thoughts Be Backed...
By Proof Or By... FACT...
  
Somehow I Doubt That... !!!
  
But Planned It May Be...
To Keep... HUMANITY...
CONTROLLED Just Like Sheep... !!!
  
Well... SHEOPLE’ Really... !!!!!!
  
Or Do... Conspiracies...
Plan To Use Trends And Feeds...
To Confuse All The Minds...
of Those Now INCLINED...
  
To... Follow The Plan...
To Now Save Us Humans...
  
From... Viral Infections...
That Leave Humans Lessened...
  
According To Those...
In These Government Folds...
Whose Plans CLEARLY Show...
  
How They... LIE And Implode...
Due To Plans That Have Holes...
  
MUCH BLACKER Than Those...
On Those OLD TV Shows... !!!
Where Trekkers Would Go...
In Ways That Were BOLD... !!!
  
Like The Plans We Now See...
That Surround This Disease...
That Has Wrecked Companies...
And World Economies... !!!
  
If You Read And Believe...
What The Media Feeds...
That Is Currently Seen...
As LIES And FALLACIES...
  
By MORE And MORE Peeps...
Whose Thinking Now Sees...
That These Government Bans...
And The Plans That They Have...
  
Have NOT Come Together...
To Make Things Get Better...
  
So Are Sensing A SHAM... !?!
  
That Could Just Be Part of...
Some... SINISTER...
  
....... “ Plan “.......

too many ******* pyramids
                         of metaphysical construct,
and not enough sand dunes...
sorry, no...
      ***** don't pay for
the desert dunes...

              one beer,
two shots of whiskey...
          up in the air,
marsian ambitions...
        not with fossil fuels
you're not;
          come back to earth,
come back,
          see, anything,
resembling ukraine,
       when the soviet union
dissolved?
     no?
      being treated like ****,
how about,
i'll just steal your stomach
and your royalty
stature of swans?
and make a stew...
**** me...
          can you imagine
a stew of offal,
comprised of chicken
stomachs and hearts?
                
what man finds hardest the most,
is coming to terms with impasse limitations,
water, labour,
      skint labour, labour,
i'll work,
but then again:
i won't work,
   if i'm subjected to the current
market "expectations"...

i hold two pound coins
in one hand,
i hold two pebbles in the other,
i drop the four into a a fountain,
wishes, wishes to all:
"good luck"...

                rupert murdoch held
the transvaluation
of all values in one hand,
diogenes held reality in the other...
same weight...
              
why did i fathom the hand that
held the two stones,
rather than the hand that held,
the two pound coins?

i don't, want, to, know.

     the reverberation of chernobyll
were pronounced in parts
of poland, when i was still
a foetus..
   when, scandinavian
scholastics broke the news...

               in the local park...
a streak of trees look autumnal,
a streak of trees looked summery...
back in 1986 in late spring...
while i was still a foetus...

funny...
  were the polacks paid reparations
for the **** invasion,
the soviet invasion,
the soviet overlord from1945 through
to 1990... for chernobyll 1986?
no... not really...
          
were the jews paid reparations
for the holocaust?!
well, d'uh!

         my teeth are still itching
for an offal stew...
    i want to eat,
the internal organs of chickens,
and pigs...
there's nothing quiet like
eating pork liver...

          pork liver vs. chicken hearts...
that's my everest.
             or raw herring...
in a clement,
    of a lactose infused sause;

it just...
               splits the tongue,
begins watering it,
and increases all the chances
of ascribing eager,
to bind itself to chew.

Gotta live your life
Gotta live your life
Gotta live your life
Oh yeah mate yeah
You gotta watch the footy
You gotta see w show
Of theatre or cinema
How cool will that be
You gotta go to concerts
And have fun at festivals
Getting drunk loving life
Oh yeah mate ****** yeah
You have to be a ballerina
As you enjoy making the moves
You could be a poet
And perform in the poetry slam
And get people to cheer you on
To make you feel better
You could go on a round the world cruise
If you have the money
You have to be as rich as Rupert Murdoch if you want to afford that
You could be the world’s first trillionaire and that way will make you love life
But you could be a drug dealer
And risking going to gaol
Every stretch of life
You could be a tiger
On the loose in the city
But hopefully they won’t have to **** him
That will be a pity
You could go to a night club
On a Saturday night
And party to all the hits
You could sit at home watching
Old movies or concerts on YouTube
Yeah mate just a bit
You might be a person
Who goes to bed early
To enjoy the next day
And hoping you won’t wake her
When your partying is over for the day
Gotta live my life
Gotta live my life
Gotta live my life
And have some fun

McCarthy ,Lindell, Green and
others should take off their Pinnochio noses along with Trump and his cronies
How about doing the right thing?
Time for the FCC to get rid of Fox and Murdoch
Democracy matters not an alternative reality
Protect freedom

C@rainbowchaser2023

you really don't need to take a break from it
all,
  but: filter through...
            what i already called vulture
journalism of the internet video...
   why do i still watch mainstream media?
depends...
   is london itv news... mainstream?
   it's no more mainstream than it is regional...
you will not find these youtube
vulture journalists going after regional
news...
          only the national and international
news...
   and that news... is exhausting...
whether in-itself or from this bedroom
newsrooms...
              i'm tired of both sides...
                              i... just burned-out...
i'm about to get the best new thing
akin to journalism:
                  or post-journalism:
   journalistic fiction -
     which is a diversion / subversion
of the mainstream...
              namely?
       the drama: MotherFatherSon...
   which... doesn't portray
                        rupert murdoch & sons...
i binged on these youtube videos
for a while, and let me tell you:
                           it's burnout time...
it's back to what was originally intended...
the labour of being my own d.j.:
but of course, that's before i found
about    fama.radio.kielce.pl -
   and their night programmes
   of no talk: only music...
and the music, currently coming out of
poland?
    ****... i can't discriminate
against good pop...
         if it's the sort of pop that someone
in the current anglophone climate
would call:    kiddy-fiddling...
the pop that can speak to people my age...
so there are nights when
i will turn on the radio...
   the screen would go black
and there will only be an audio-feed...
   other nights where i will find
ancient calls,
  akin to omega's gyöngyhajú lány /
a bit like finding the moody blues'
             nights in white satin...
other nights i will watch
a BOMB of a movie...
    what's the best movie you've seen
in the past week, from the past 3 years?
        the death of stalin... (2017)...
while these youtubers are...
         making a critique of captain
                                                    marvel?!
somehow communists can be funny...
nazis could never fit the bill
                        for such a comedy...
don't ask me why...
   perhaps germans were and never
will be funny: as according to the english?
- and in between these nights...
you go to the turkish barber...
100 metres from your house...
you wait for about an hour in line...
the turk would like edward scissor hands
with the sort of barber apron
with many pockets for his many instruments...
he's finishing off a guy...
   ending up putting a hot towel
on his face...
   while a mother is sitting next to you
with her three young children...
two boys are waiting to have their
hair done,
   their baby sister in running in circles
in the barber shop,
   giving you a look filled with
curiosity from time to time...
   then it's your turn:
  short on the sides, enough on top
to comb my hair to the left...
   keep the length of the beard,
   but trim the sides to level up with
the sides all round...
   and you close your eyes...
trying to remember...
  how many times have i been
to a barber?
   first the long hair...
   then the whole semi-bald monk...
i guess this must be my sixth...
and then...
  with closed eyes, it hits me...
when the straight razor touches my neck,
when the scissors trim the hair...
when the hair clipper teases the ears
from the top and from behind...
and the back of the neck...
and on the temples...
and each time... an electric shock
runs from my head to my legs
through to my toes...
      6th time... and constantly building
up on what a ******* could never
provide...
    it's a good thing i went
to the brothel first,
   and ate up all that ******* thrill...
before having come across
a barber shop, eyes closed:
  because the mirror was intimidating...
and... a hair-cut and a trimming
of the beard...
and then you go back home
   and after a 3 hour ordeal you exclaim
in unison with the people you're
eating with:
   it's not worth it,
   it's good... but it's not worth all
that homemade effort...
no... i'll make it... again...
  but maybe next year...
a spinach ricotta ravioli:
   for about 27 ravioli...
you could make about 100 chinese
or polish dumplings...
   why?
   the ******* dough!
      the pedantic italians
just had to mix
               flour with semolina!
you know what happens when
you put the dough
      through a pasta machine,
from thickness, 7,
through to thickness 4?
how much flower you have
to keep dusting the dough with...
and how much dough can be wasted?
well...
   you can only put
   a flour-semolina dough once...
once through a pasta machine...
    because the semolina punctures
the flour-egg-mix...
   it's grainy...
    so any off-cuts you might have
from rolling out a strand for ravioli
     suitcases...
  forget about putting the off-cuts
from the pasta machine again...
           there is no room for error...
and it's so fiddly...
   a polish dumplings you can fiddle
about in your hands...
   it's a pouch,
   and you close it,
   and pinch the sides
                         of the pouch-***-clam.
i just burned-out on these youtube videos...
given there's nothing really
    mainstream about local news...
                        london bbc / itv news...
i can stomach that.

The rusty knives, bloodied by ancient time
Aren't enough to make you commit harakiri
Making it tough life as samurai
In any way you could be miserable and a wannabe
The dissembling never stops and hopping about never stops
While we find each other in the shadow of the bamboo forests
Welcome to the jungle, Champloo
A fight knocked you out
This sword will bring your last word
I'll have first blood
A total time you took to live
Was closer how much death loved ya
My pressured mind digresses
From the assassination
Of an excellent protege
I'll let you off the hook this time Murdoch
The last time I see you, space cowboy
You're gone for the time being
The galaxies light up in the divine comedy
The space rings of the ancient mines of meaning