There isn't a hell of alot to do at work so most of the time i write or draw. This is the accumlated bullshit of my notebook.
Don't take it too seriously
Why should we allow the cathedral to be rebuilt?
The cathedral is a building that is there for only a select portion of society. Anglicans. Its not only just christians but its a particular type of christians.
Why should we allow our central plaza to be dominated by the leavings of a bygone era? an era of repression and suffering, exclusion and hatred.
Now the space is free why not us it for something we could all use? Maybe like a blowjob machine?
Now thats what i would called progress.
New zealand has a problem with the brain drain. Our best and brightest go overseas for the money they can earn.
They do so because they can. They have no children or wives or husbands so they go elsewhere.
nothing holds them back.
We lament the loss of our budding specialists yet do nothing to convince them to stay. But what could we do? we can't pay them what other countries can. we are a wealthy country but some will always be richer.
Our country is rich in other ways.
We are isolated.
Apart from the maori land wars no war has ever touched our sleepy isles.
Our government, while it doesn't provide enough for its citizens it provides huge amounts more than other countries. Where we have interest free student loans other countries provide nothing for their citizens or student loans with interest that introduce young adults to a life of debt.
New zealand is near to being the best place to raise a family one could be offered.
For the restless youth our land offers not the adventure or the money foreign countries do. We will never keep the young from leaving, that is their right. We can however convince them to come back when they are ready to settle.
The problem with admitting this is we will lose our specialists, we wont regain them for a long time, if at all. In the meantime we will lack doctors, nurses, teachers and professors.
There are those who grow fearful of their country.
In the last few years the wealth inequality of the U.S. has skyrocketted while some people are paid eight dollars an hour others earn 1000 a second.
The patriot act has nullified the 1st ammendment
NDAA has nullified the 5th and 6th
The constitution means nothing anymore
Expect it to be legally nullfied within 50 years. Cops kill innocents and get off scot-free, Peaceful protests are broken with vicious force
While the murder rate has been going down for some time it is still frightening.
The land of the free in name only.
It is not suprising that there are those who wish to jump the sinking ship.
They wish to have a ship which will support them. A ship that they can live on till the end of their days and their children too.
They wish for a ship that doesn't force them to walk the plank if they aren't rich and psychopathic.
Lets open our borders to American refugees.
Because its better to take people out before the building crumbles than to wait for it to fall then search for survivors.
When the rising sea swallows the pasific islands (as it is already doing) where will the thousands upon thousands of polynesians go?
Where are we going?
Sand dunes rolled past him as he struggled with his binds.
He'd been in the back of the hovercar for two days now. and all he'd seen since he was thrust in was dunes.
Dunes, dunes, dunes. He might've been bored by them if he wasn't so extraordinarily high. The air was warm which was weird because its like a desert and shit.
The lemur drove on without speaking. She hadn't said a word the whole ride.
Her tail swayed from side to side as she stood by the steering wheel. She had muscular arms for a lemur she could have definately lifted a desk, a large one probably.
The haze wasn't fading anytime fast. I am still incredibly incredibly high, I thought. He tried to remember how he came to be in this position but the mental stress was too much.
"Where are we going"
Was the first sentence i croaked when I remembered i could speak.
The lemurs face snapped around and stared directly into my eyes.
"The party"
It then snapped its head back towards the way it was driving. The car had not veered off course once.
He tried to remember what he knew about lemmings. It had become difficult with all the lemurs around.
I sighed. I was beginning to come down. and i was remembering more. Penguins...
Penguins came to mind...
But why? what could penguins have to do with my situation, i asked myself. I mean i'm in the desert why would i remember penguins? maybe its my body playing a trick on me, i'm probably way dehydrated i'm thinking about cold things cos i'm thirsty.
Then it hit me.
there were many of them. They talked to me In Bamako, I met them in a bar.
They appeared out of nowhere. One clamped his hand over my lips and another few held me down.
I recognized them instantly.
They were the Penguins out of Madagascar.
"Calm. caaaaalm down!" the penguins whispered through his beak. " We just want to talk. We are going to let you go but just don't break our cover."
They slowly let go of me.
They all exhaled.
"Now i know you must think you are tripping balls your not. We are right here talking to you right now."
" we've come to offer you a proposal."
I contemplated what a penguin might want from me, I imagined something to do with fish.
"sell it to me"
So i sat and waited as the penguins explained their plan.
I was to go out into the sahara in a hovercraft filled with supplies. I would drive to a location whose coordinates were carved into the dash. When i got there i was assured that the penguins had a stash of an ancient tuareg technology called.
Jinturba
It was the most powerful THC hit you will ever feel. Lasting for days of absolute bliss and monglike states. So powerful the penguins said that two could administer the lethal dose.
Needless to say i was in.
The penguins said that if i brought half of it back i could have the other. They also pointed out that they were tracking the hovercart and would turn off the hovercart and leave him to die if he tried to fuck them over.
The Hovercraft stopped and the lemur jumped out.
In the distance i could hear music. The beats of drums and thousands of high pitched voices.
The Lemurlady was chatting with another lemur. I'm not a an expert on lemur facial structure but i think they were happy to see me. Maybe in my stoned stupor i made friends with the lemurs? Why would i be tied up?
I was hauled out of the hover car. I was wrong the lemur could probably lift two large tables. she moved towards the music. Gradually i began to make out the words...
We like..... Move....... we....... like to....... We like to move it, move it! We like to move it, move it!
"Dear lord" i Thought. I'm too high to be at a social event let alone a lemur social event.
As i entered all the lemurs were shocked to see me they hollered and they whistled and the cheered with their pinched lemur faces. I didn't know what i had done but damn was i loving the attention. I was waving at the lemurs and they were waving back and like i was sure that small one wanted the D.
The took me up towards a statue in the center of the party and we started climbing up.
Up and Up and up we went until the lemurs looked like smaller lemurs.
We reached the top of the statue and boy was there a view.
Fucking dunes as far as you could see. Laaame. "I'm fucking sick of sand."
Ladylemur snapped her head at me and bit off my ear.
AHHH AGRRGRGGHHH UHAHAHAAUUUAAAAAAA I screamed horribly.
The lemurs gathered around and stabbed needles into me. The tubes slowly drew my blood away from me and into the statue.
"this is a dream this is a dream oh god this is a dream " i muttered frantically.
I could see the lemurs all crowding around the statue. There were people holding little droppers attached to tubes and dropping blood on lemurs tounges.
My blood.
I struggled meekly but the drug was overpowering. I was just so intensely high, My mong state just hadn't been pierced at all. I was practically a lump of flesh for all the good i could do. I watched as My life slowly dripped away onto the tounges of stoned lemurs and the words rang in my head
We like to move it move it
We to move it move it
We like to move it move it
We like to
MOVE IT!
All the smog and lights over our cities is just a government conspiracy to shorten our horizons. It forces us to focus on our day to day, basic tasks.
Like the lighting and effects of a theatre show, the ruling classes have created a show. They have put it on every day to stop us wondering
About our place in the universe. We look at the stars and wonder whats out there and as we are wondering what could be out there in the vast
expanse of space we come to the realisation that we haven't even explored a minute scrap of this earths surface for ourselves. Keeping us in isolation
from eachother, glumly tredging through a world of black and grey clouds.
(i don't actually believe this)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hh5ni5L-MSc&list=LLMkdC7sUBCcZh8vw6oLjJAg
Yep. Thats it.
