Archive for December, 2009
It’s the Bexhill Christmas Pudding Hurler!
Xmoss has been & gone and all I have to show for it at the moment is a bad cold. Fleh! The quote above comes from in which the writer describes the mad Xmoss day he spent with the mad Peter Sellers. It’s mad. You must read it. Meanwhile, I’m going to see if a ...Read more.
Whiffing On Scope
I’ve taken a rather extended break from the blog as I sort out some personal issues in the not-textual sphere. I quite enjoy these little talks, you know. Friday was a glorious afternoon spent in a bookshop. I purchased quite a few books which I intend on posting on sometime shortly. One such book was ...Read more.
It Was 29 Years Ago Tonight
We live in a world where John Lennon was murdered, yet Barry Manilow continues to put out fucking albums. -Bill Hicks Tonight marks a very somber anniversary, for it was near in this very hour that John Lennon was gunned down outside of the apartment building where he lived by an insane chicken fucker who ...Read more.
Meditation 1
Stand on a hill some night and look southwest. Off in the distance, you might see a well-dressed man in a patchwork hat looking skyward. His eyes are fixed on the firmament, the wonders of the galaxy before him, however, do not excite him. What he needs is a balm. He isn’t looking for God. ...Read more.

