Thursday 30th September 335pm.

When buying groceries in a market or large store sport a gasmask or a ball gag as you browse the aisles. Engineer fake (or real) bloodstains on your white clothes.
Wandering through crowded shopping malls, acres of car parks, peaceful protests and rallies, the Christmas pageant. Secured in my backpack a portable cd player spinning spoken words and tasty noise all sorts expelled through battery operated pc speakers.
Toilets flushing.
Dance and or sing when travelling on buses and trains. Mosh.
At election time make your way down busy main roads late at night, climbing up the posts and cutting out the eyes of the candidates ugly portrait advertisements.
Carry a sign or scribe symbols and slogans on your clothes. “…fuck the border…everything is permitted…jesus was a terrorist…unclean…”
Sounds of sexuality…he has his first blowjob…she takes her first big cock…
Paint your face when you go shopping for clothes or wear handcuffs and a collar.
Tune in to Timothy Leary. “…every reality is an opinion…think for yourself. question authority…”
Glass breaking.
When you’re out walking at night and can’t find a toilet at least hold on until you find a church or a bank
Bacon and eggs frying.
Bill Hicks smoking out the status quo. “…the economy that’s fake anyway…I think drugs have done some good things for us I really do…”
Television or radio static static static and recorded sounds of a storm or a riot.
William Burroughs. “…the truth is irrelevant. its all a pile of lies and historical revisionism. there is nothing close to the truth. its all in your mind…”
Animal language monkey chatterings pig snortings rats whispering chewing and the patter of many tiny feet on linoleum.The laughter of children is an instantly comforting aural act.

Going in my ears so far today.

Propagandhi - Where Quantity is Job #1 (Rare/Live)
The Dandy Warhols - Thirteen Tales From Urban Bohemia (LP)
A bunch of stuff from Anticon - A truly awesome label. "Sole" are some talented mofuckers.
Hakim Bey - Immediatism Radio Sermonettes. (MP3. I can't seem to find them online anymore but the transcript is here)
Monkey Murder Squad666 - Various (A shitload of their MP3s are here)
Warsawpack - Gross Domestic Product (LP. Free MP3 here)
Aphex Twin - Drukqs (LP)
Bjork - Vespertine
A bunch of songs by other really cool artists. I always randomize my playlist where possible.

Hakim Bey

Hakim Bey/Peter Lamborn Wilson is a particularily wonderful poet philosopher whos writing has had a huge effect on my life over the last couple of years. Please find out why here -

http://www.hermetic.com/bey/

Aha oh oh the humanity and its triviality. You can smell them everywhere. our meanspiritedness and consumer frenzy and obsession with "information" ad degraded pop culture forming informing our minds and we'll alienate and hate the body and disrespect and fear of all nature. peering out from behind piles of shame. the politics of distrust. everything perishes save his process of owning things and their faces. why do we defend all this as "freedom". we're going nowhere. as a child i felt invented words of disgust and shame. immediate drawbacks. no struggle no revolution. mesmerize you with inattention. black tshirts for every bored youth. items of jewellery. am i supposed to feel this shame over wasting my time for years? No, listen, what happened was this: i've been hiding in plastic they lied to me. sold me sandcastle with a moat full of ideas of good & evil. gave me cosmetics and vinyl too. demons never guarded the laws. Fuck it. I’m gonna pack up must renounce it all including me and leave someday. own myself and seek that which is everlasting. i must travel from things to nothing. become dust in the world which ones trapped in. from existence to nonexistence. dreams urgent for years as the blueness of sky the city and the sea. the fist step on the path is to begin to contemplate. the futility of the world of material personality. the futility of the week. fuck it. inviolable freedom waits aground.

was thinking about a remark i made to a mate a couple o days ago concerning my desire to free myself of my personal library of art objects and all my other so called possessions (eg- the lifeblood of my material personality). my friend laughed down at me of course. you'll never do it. you'll regret it. you'll be bored. you'll be hungry. you'll be invisible. ok, for sure, its a big step. but i think with some perserverence i could overcome the immediate drawbacks. human beings have the power to adapt grow evolve in their surroundings. and i've been hiding in a plastic sandcastle with a moat full of cosmetics and vinyl for too fucking long. peering out from behind piles of cds and videos i've felt before and that elusive satisfactory collection of black t shirts for every occasion for every day of the week. items of jewellry that dont make effective weapons hanging heavy around my neck and dragging on the ground. appliances that shave two or five minutes of my meals. i've been wasting my time for years, for years i've been in the process of owning things and they've been owning me too. i've put too much time into creating my material personality. i'm getting nowhere. i'm trapped in this bullshit suburban dream. fuck it. i'm gonna pack up and leave. someday.

This is Jade. She's my favourite pornstar...hmmmm...Jade, I adore you. 

A really cool creative vision. Check this grrl out at http://kigsa.hp.infoseek.co.jp/zentai.html
 

How to make a city of churches.

Make a city of churches, at the expense of the sensuous, disciplined, designed through a lack of psychedelic instinct.
Meanwhile, the youth are in production fucking bored and suicide and homicide are out of control and rising with ecstasy speed and electro rock and roll.
The number of teens locked up tell me their stories, the city of churches, doors closed to the homeless, teenage suicide has risen enormously.
So many ways to gauge the pain, graceful charity and serious obesity.
Listen to the machine hum the essence of all psychiatric conditioning. Adelaide city of individuals can no longer recognise himself.
Where unemployment is a thriving industry, many are finding that Freud and the Psychological society are irrelevant to diagnosis and the weeds can bring infinite patience.
Over one hundred thousand “NO WAR! NO WAR!” but the morbid world continues in estranging technological rationality.
Wealthy conservatives exclude spontaneous churches and endure loneliness in beach front apartments.
How much joy is there left buried under the branches of a technological society, a bureaucratic jungle fraud and legislation depression boredom the madness of everyday life ever greater levels of sadness on a visceral level.
Poison ink stinks of the big lie.
Adelaide city of churches. An unhealthy society.
Pathology of normalcy alienation and anxiety, shotguns loaded with methamphetamine.
We know there’s psychic repression.
Well fed white folk wave their hands a massive denial.
The holy land gives way into temple and into car park There is no liberation and the silence enforced by piggys.

Just woke up....

just woke up from a nice siesta that involved some intense dreaming. transparent, instructive, somewhat desperate.

twas a bit of a wandering dream. My environment was a synthesis in the sense that some streets/houses/businesses reminded me of broken hill and the rest of adelaide. to the best of my recollection now, my companions, present at various moments to do what they do (or dont) do best, were: Tim, Ann, Aaron, Colwin. Also present were rain; wandering through nighttime suburbia; computer games and movies in someones apartment, a middle aged couple having sex on the loungeroom floor in front of the screen; eucalyptus trees; cigarettes; green lawn, undergrown sewers; station wagons; vans full of hippys, anarchists, emo punks, etc; service stations; electoral propaganda.

A bunch of stuff happened as the dream ran its course.
One of my friends (unsure who) had rather public sex with some punk girl in the back of a station wagon as a way of both making an apology and also proving his worth to a crowd of others.
There were beautiful boys and girls everywhere but only one dominated my vision. She was all dressed in black with soft short black hair and she was breathtakingly beautiful. I didn't even talk to her. Shes an animal liberation activist. One of my friends tells her and a couple of other people that I'm in love with her. I'm more than a little pissed at these remarks. I suppose i think my chances are lessened. And besides, I'm not in love with her; i just think shes beautiful. The crowd of hippys, punks, anarchists, communists, etc leaves and the only reason i'm not on the bus with them is that i'm running around the house frantic looking for my cigarettes and my mobile phone. I cant leave without these items.

Transperant. Now i'm looking out my window, glenelg is one great big festering neon distraction. I've just gotten off the phone to one of my mates and i'm craving some sort of chemical assistance. Sedate me. I'm pissed off again because I'm still in Adelaide and i'm sick and tired of the place.

Last week i had a great dream of mexico city. I woke up, transcribed my dream in a blunt simple prose (so as to get it all down before it fades away). But the first thing i wrote was this:

" I go to sleep and dream. I am happy and horny hanging out in Mexico City, at a brothel named California. I wake up, hungry and with a headache, in a cheap apartment in Glenelg. How do i reconcile these realities?"

I need to make some changes in my life. As my dreams grow increasinly transparent (as expressions of concious/unconcious desires), I grow increasinly frustrated at my own stagnant situation. AAAAAAAAAAARGH! I know i should trust my desires, and i do. I just dont follow through on them near often enough.

studio mugshot 

is this a beginning?

I've been messing around with that dammned addictive cut up machine again (thanks Grazulis!). I scored it here. Cutting in some of my disgruntled angst ridden poetry about hypocrisy's inherent in this so-called city of churches with some passages from a really great book by John Zerzan called "The Mass Psychology Of Misery". I cant remember where the hell i found the download, it comes in two parts and is published by Autonomedia.

"Make a city of churches, at the expense of the sensuous, disciplined, designed through a lack of psychedelic instinct. Meanwhile, the youth are in production fucking bored and suicide and homicide are out of control and rising with ecstasy speed and electro rock and roll. The number of teens locked up tell me their stories, the city of churches, doors closed to the homeless, teenage suicide has risen enormously. So many ways to gauge the pain, graceful charity and serious obesity. Listen to the machine hum the essence of all psychiatric conditioning. Adelaide city of individuals can no longer recognise himself. "

I quite like that, but obviously that piece not a matter of simply cutting up the two texts, i just needed some fresh inspiration or sumthin. The cut up mahcine is an awesome tool me thinks.