Part Two

Sunday, February 26, 2006
Report Number One

So, whilst listening to the choir of Africa, which I think Innuit Ghost enjoyed, as though I could handle, to either hear, her, or the man upstairs...I positioned my mind into clearance, operation back to Ein Sof...whilst heating up bacon and mushroom pizza...I immediately went back to the music and turned it off, and then went outside at 11 at night, to try and buy some cigarettes...

The Drowning...I got back from an undelightful night, though have now contact, with two previous strangers...the 'gig' was...the thing is, the cellar got flooded, and the whole place stank of egg...

Went to the E-Trance Music pub...unfortunately, whilst in 'company' of a singer and othjers, singer of band whom I will not mention...Mother Duh, called, and I went into toilets to talk, unfortunately got into the line of sight of an rancid old lady who proceeded to screech at me...there was a conference, the words of which I have no recollection with two gentlewoman, one rather mature of age, the other the same age as me, dressed in a beautiful look of faded, pink dress...thought wow! you look great, but did not say so, and staggered away from pub, and others...

Kicked a hole in my bathroom door, two holes, cried in the lift for unknown and known reasons, laid down on bathroom floor crying...

Yesterday or last night, I can't remember, in all the stinking mess of my house, in which I have neither been offered a mop or any words of value from parents...(Friday night before 'gig'...I was given steak and barely cooked chips ate these alone whilst, Father played poker on computer, 'bloody goyim' food...thought quietly, threw fork, quietly across room, threw knife...proceeded to pig out on salad and then spit it on the dog's cage...boiled water, poured the water onto newly filled bowl of sugar, accidently spilt water in the toaster, put toaster on...did not blow up...got a mop and cleaned up the sugar which had been thrown on the floor...Father threatens me, in my face, am neither scared nor heart beating, he makes strange gestures, think at the time, if he does anything else, will cooly punch him in the face, he goes back to playing poker, I talk calmly and get more water with which to clean up the sticky sugar on the floor...

Have drunkenly written down my visions in a little book...cannot write of them properly, but have made a few sketches...

Ran the bath, (have also called Pool, asking him to beat up man upstairs, and he also sadi he will beat up Ed, with whom I had a conversation with on MSN which I unfortunately did not save...he is a sicko...end of him)

Drowning in the bath, worry about having a bath in such close quarters to neighbour, decided to only wash my feet, get into bath fully clothed, twist round and bury my face in water...can't do it, decide to fall asleep in the bath, run more water, wash and die....

No else gives a shit about this, have no time for anyone...

Will seek to join religious community, in order to get money...

Mongolian looking Russian bouncers, have suggested I get a job in Manchester, thought of that before, but would probably die...hey just work some white+power+magic+practical in the beautiful north...

Will leave for Spain as soon as possible...without paying rent, have invited Innuit Ghost issue 2, have even told her I would pay for the flight, well, really just discussed the idea out loud...

After all this I can wait, get someone to help clean the flat, and then get on with creating images...

List 2: will need to discuss with a Guru+Rabbi+Priest, what the heck is going on? tart+kooper+help...

Envisioned the word Tulha, last night...googled it...Portugal may be a better option...also Nanak+Link:
http://members.dancris.com/~sikh/chap14.html

pig+queen?+why+be+communist+enough+get+a+life+SOS+stop+reading+esp+through+television+
who the fuck are you, amazing image of a+telephoneme+HELP

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Two Reports

Firstly, before I tell you I am not dead, google has been banned in China, mainly due to the fact that many bloggers, as mentioned in the G----p--, an English Newspaper, that they did not wish to be googled...and oh, a funny aside...they wrote; imagine what would happen if you typed in paris+hilton +existentialism...

I hear something funny on the news the other day...blah, blah, you've had enough of these bloody goyim, and Innuit Ghost issue number 2 (she has yet to resurface in all this misery< that is report number two)...issues, from her fond invisible lips and undefiling mouth, a warrior one you hear me? 'So Have We!!!!!!!'...
I did stop mentally in the lift and wonder, if the lift would stop at her floor...but alas...she loves to hear Dumas, but I feel this 'relationship' has become exhausted, I fear to imagine what her 'pysh'ical state is so I don't...But, I believe she now believes she has to have a baby, after a report, and chance reading of a certain passage in the new testament...(all these allusions, now you understand why China has banned Google)...

The talk of the Towerblock, is whatever happened to Lou the dog??

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Friday, February 24, 2006
Edvard Munch's Madonna Painting Got Stolen Last Year...

So I have found the first sentence to a book, though doubtless there is repitition in history...

Mirror: I have enough of looking at myself...!!!! lightening, Lamp swerve, bang, smash, crawl around geting glass in my hands...

Book: You need some philospohy on your head!!...smack...

What I heard; my DVD also got stolen a few years ago, plus my bible...
What I heard;


"Fuck this shit, (I'm not laying in bed, I've had enough), I'm going into a higher consciousness"

I agree...

hhhhmmm, I'm fine... hope you are too...

So, Kant writes about Idealism, there is a painting, (you all know this, fact is I just need to go clubbing, drowning is the best option, nictotine gum soon..) the Mirror and the Lamp, German Expressionism...now...no codes...just continutations of life...in the proper sense, accordingly I would be happiers with a big mansion, or either a mountain on which, wherein I would like to write...perhaps the countryside...

If the appeal of the far bossy Labourites does not go through, then I shall take legal advice, either, and Nazzy Father says: you're not having anything, then I shall continue to HOLLER KADOSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

I will tell them I woke/work for:

International Headquarters and DEFENCE organisation...

And then I will go to Wessex, Lady...

And carry on meeting wonderful people instead of his mess which IS not agreeable

I need to talk to someone with a SOUL as I felt mine disappearing with ED DEAD...(perving)
You know somewhere located in the pitutary gland...

fingers crossed to your own genius mistakes, all of you...

Perhaps there is a LOOPHOLE, there are indefatigle loopholes...I discovered another book, perchance dillified, perhaps you could give me a commentary on such a mind...dangerous...but I'm keeping it normal................................ports, mistakes, loopholes, portals.........a million galaxies, where I am in two...at the last count....

Forgive Those That Trepass Against Us...

And back to reason

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Thursday, February 23, 2006
The Innuit Ghost 'Affair' (in the old-fashioned sense)

'oh, your hair looks black and red!' said Mum
'No, it looks different, under the light, it's cos it's covered in period blood...' and then Innuit Ghost issue number two says...'You're a King!!'...look i prefer stupid prince////, and if you have to shout up two flights of stairs then I will have to leave my imagnary AK47 in use for 'Bloke Spy' upstairs, and go and borrow some milk off you and then we can go wander Dingy Town and I can annoy you with recantations of my 'hearing voices' YOURS and visionary wonders...I THINK THAT WOULD BE FUN...

Painting finished unsatisfactorarily...

I'm reading Innuit Ghost No.2 Dumas' Count Of Monte Cristo, I think she likes it, especially the opinions of La Carconte, in which it is best for 'grumpy boyfriend' to the left (threatening me,
I imagined him bouncing off his bed and falling through it, and then it turn into a rubber bouncy ball falling 'You got that from Flubber'...no, I've seen a bouncy ball before, and you need to get out girl, I DON'T want him...and someone else a man, calling me, that thinks I'm dead, and where I am, 'With God'...and old woman shouting Willy next door...sing a song of...)

and his television to SHUT THE F UP!!!

I'm also reading Haleh someone, Forgive Me, I forget your surname...Hafez, Philosopher Of Love...she was brouight up with a love of this poet from her Father...and collaborated with her husband in the writing of this book, with essays on buliminosity...NOW, I'm a bit strict and worry that Innuit Ghost No.2, thinks one, she can be my mistress, (Dumas;I also re-read the history of his life, he was bad with money, keeping it in tobacco jars and drawers and throwing it around charitably, 'nod, yeah, dude...' Inniut Ghost 'hear!hear! innit!') and two?? that I won't get space...for this unaccountable inner journey...and tomorrow I'm gonna write in my book...

I also read to her, an image of divine blue fire
on one side of a crystal coin jumping and floating with life's history on the other side, spinning into bright rays of light...yes, sometimes out loud...

So, I was worry about the Beloved...like, I'm being too white...innit...listening to the wind, and then getting an inconvenient phonecall...

And then I had a bath, and washed my hair, and looked up and forget, 'noise' 'stress' 'Innuit'...and made a plan, and thunny...how immediately 'someone' 'something' breaks it...like I envisioned Unicorn again, to make me feellllllllllllllllllllllll light...

And then it breaks...

Sometimes I can imagine Dumas writing with his feather pen...he used to worry 'one' of his sons with all his escapades...Dumas writes so philosophically (excuse me, been on a tipple of Port) well, that;

It's healing...