Somewhere Else. (is a likely title for the novel from this diary.

)
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REVIEW

"This novel is, A,A,A. A,B,C. There is not even a word to describe
it!"

A channeled female voice.

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Chapters:

The Healing Arts. [16]

The Performing Arts. [9,12,14,22,33]
Family And Friends. [2,5,7,10,11,15,23,30]
Do The Math. [5,29,62,79]
An Alien Agender. [13]
Meet And Eat. [1,7,8]
Work Related. [3,18,20,22,27,28]
Sport Related. [4,24]
Homelessness. [6]
School Day. [17]
Travelling. [19,21,25,30,31,32]
Woo Woo. [26]

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WEEK WORDS CUMULATIVE AVERAGE WORDS PER WEEK

1 485 483 483

2 1998 2481 1240.5
3 838 3319 1106.3rec

4 1319 4645
5 903 5548
6 1726 7274
7 1155 8429
8 1422 9851
9 858 10709
10 1166 11875
11 1385 13260
12 452 13712
13 947 14659
14 1298 ---> 14670
15 395 ---> 14983
16 1254 ---> 16237
17 2827 ---> 19064
18 2774 ---> 21838
19 2621 ---> 24459
20 1897 ---> 26356
21 3238 ---> 29594
22 1861 ---> 31455
23 3111 ---> 34566
24 1344 ---> 35910
25 1333 ---> 37243
26 1927 ---> 39170
27 1660 ---> 40830
28
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TOTAL

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DREAM DIARY by Adi Cox.

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WEEK 1
483

10-3-17

(1) The Room Removement.

We have seating arrangements, but the seating arrangements all
change. Someone is laughing because the settee is now up in the air
as I make my mind up where to sit, because my chair is out of there
now. The someone who was laughing has now sat up upon the settee
that is up in the air and I am just standing there undecided about
where to be?

(2) Two Pounds Fifty!

I am on the computer with Mark Boldam. Mark suggests to go out and
see the races. I am thinking about this as I am looking out the
window watching the races. There is a giant wire frame costume man
bouncing over a ramp in a field. I am not sure if there are
motorcycles riding around in that costume, but it is impressive the
way that the giant wire frame costume man is bouncing around.

"Come on, it's only two pounds fifty." Urges Mark in a pursuasive
tone, but I am undecided, although I think that it is a good idea to
get out. I am vaugly aware of another event that is on. I do not
know what this event is and I cannot make my mind up about where to
go.

(3) The Multimeter.

I am with two other people, a lad and a lass. We are testing this
machine. It has several settings on it. We test out the ampere
setting and the volt setting. There are also three levels; low,
medium and high. I am concerned that if I hold the two electrodes,
one in each hand with the machine on the ampere setting at a high
level, that I will be electricuted. So cautiously no one gets
electricuted and we end up cooking some sausages with this machine.
These sausages are so black and overcooked that they look
carbonated. No one is eating these sausages.

My landlady employed two men to paint over the white woodwork,

around the door frames and the loft hatch. Since then I have not
seen my multimeter. I suspect that it has been stolen. I thought
that it was on the bookcase. So I was surprised to see that the
multimeter was not there, you see?

12-3-17

(4) Into The Physical.

This lad is saying how he danced right down to the tips of his toes
and that he couldn't get backup again. I said, "Done that before." I
thought to myself, 'You're only young. Much younger than me.'

I had been crouching among many people. So many that I forget so

much now, but I remember there was a lass complaining that she'd
been pushed by another girl whilst playing football. I saw her land
on her bum as she fell down onto her arsey being, because that was
when she complained. Her name is Jade Good and to be jaded is not
good!

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WEEK 2
1998

13-3-17

(5) Even Squared.

There were arguments, big problems with numbers and mental health
was a big part of this. I heard some shouting outside. We all ran
out of the building. The building was like a petrol station. It was
such a flammable situation. I was thinking that numbers related to
the number four were the safest and so I ran into the forest in
search of these such numbers. At any moment I was ready to change my
route, take another path for safety reasons. The mobs of people were
prevelent, dangerous gangs were a need to avoid.

Roger Hales had something to do with all of this, but I just could
not work it all out, it was a mystery to me and so I had just made
myself aware of everything around me. I remember Mick Benton being
there also, but for the life of me, I just could not work it all
out.

14-3-17

(6) I Sleep Out In My Car.

I am driving my car at night in the rain and my engine konks out and
my lights go out as well, just at the same time. I am concerned that
I will cause an accident because no one will be able to see me stuck
on this road. All this just as the rain pours pours down ever more,
hard onto my windscreen and all my driving vision is gone. So I'm
free wheeling my car up the curb and off the road before I lose my
momentum. This maneuver is partly on purpose and partly out of
control as I bump along to a rough stop on this wild wet windy night
of darkness.

It is not until the sunshine morning when I wake up in my car and I

see that I am parked up on a lush green grass lawn. There is a
forest of trees surrounding this lush green field and of course the
long Roman road that runs straight and true through this forest that
I have been driving along. I can hear a blimp of an airship in the
distance and I look up through my windscreen into the clear bright
blue sky to see that the blimp of an airship is coming along quite
fast in the sky, as it gets ever closer to me. I can see that it
says 'Butlins' on the front. I watch the blimp airship intently. It
is becoming so close that I can see right inside it. The blimp
airship takes a dive, it gets ever close to me now. The blimp
airship has become so large and so near that I truely believe that
it will crash in front of me, into the ground, at such a steep dive
it goes below the ground of this grassy knoll that my car and myself
sits on. I am so expecting to see an air disaster, a cloud of black
smoke rising up and I imagine all the shock and the horror and the
headline papers, just before the blimpy airship comes back up above
the horizon in front of me. Miraculously it is safe.

Now I am concerned that I am on private property and that the super

rich Mr Butlin is personally onto me.

15-3-17

(7) Pub Lunch.

I am sat in a pub having a pub meal eating my chicken dinner on a
table by myself. My sister and my dad are sat on another table
having their dinner. On the radio in the pub comes on the track,
'Give In To Me' by Michael Jackson. I love that song with the guitar
playing by Slash in it. So I am listerning to this song intently,
really getting a feel for it, but I can hear my dad talking to my
sister and the song is cut short on the radio. Before I know it
other songs have played and I don't get the full effect and
enjoyment from this song. There have been interuptions, but the song
is in my head now. I can hear the words singing:

Love is a feeling,
Get it when I want it.
Give in to me,
Give in to me.

15-3-17

(8) ... Said The Vicar To The Rubbernecker.

There are four of us, me and these three women. Two of the women are
at the bar. Me and the other women tell the two women at the bar,
"We will meet you in the car." As we go off to the car in the
carpark outside. I am concerned that I am rushing and conjoling the
two women at the bar. I am thinking to myself, 'There is no rush
ladies.' But I do not tell them this as we have already walked away
from the two women at the bar.

Previously I had seen the vicar. He was dressed in black with his
white dog collar on. He was with two large monkeys. One of the
monkeys had jumped on the vicar. It must have been almost as big as
the vicar himself. Nosily I was looking, I watched them overtly as I
walked past. I laughed at such a spectacle and so the vicar informed
me, he said to me, "He doesn't want to leave me."

16-3-17

(9) Bobby Of The Jazz Age.

Me and this other lad would go steeling. Back in the jazz age we
would go steeling songs. Minding the police on the street, on their
beat we would play behind their backs, eager not to get caught. It
was all quite exciting. All this music and sneaking about and
running through streets, but it all came to an end when I woke up.
At least we never got caught, our tunes were disguised so well. It
was just as if we were playing a radio, but then I had to go and
wake up!

(10) At The Hotel Strange Reception.

It was all a bit suspicious. I had caught the ginger haired lad in
the corridor creeping up on me and chucking a cup of water on me,
but much of it landed on him too. I got him in a headlock and I said
"Come on I'll get you a beer at the bar." My cousin Wendy was there
in a wedding dress and she announced to me that it was a surprise
party. I guess I had been set up! My dad was there. I said, "How did
he get here?" I had just seen him a bit earlier somewhere else. This
was all a big surprise to me and as Wendy was making her
announcements in her wedding dress. So the spectacle was dawning on
me and I was shocked to the core and then my dad announced, "My dad
was draughted out to Mozambique and this was very rare." In a matter
of fact sort of way, but I really did not get the significance of
all this. What is going on.

(11) A Dodgy Set Up.

Spud and his brother Lee latch onto me and we hang out. There is
another lad too who I have a banter with. There is something a bit
off with these people. I don't usually drink, but I end up having a
rough night out with them. The next day I hang around with the other
lad who I was having a banter with. He is just a young lad and he
seems okay.

I am travelling back home now. I have my luggage. I am in the shops

and I am greeted by the police. There are two policemen and a police
woman. "Can we have a look at your bag sir?" Asks the police woman
and immediately I have alarm bells ringing in my head and so I unzip
my white bag and to my horror I see two glass jars with brass
weights and conkers in them. "I've been set up!" I protest and I had
been. 'They've got to be drugs. I am in so much trouble.' I think to
myself. "I don't take drugs. I don't even drink." I proclaim, and
the police woman sternly tells me that I could be arrested right now
just for the amount of alcohol that she can smell on me!

I am silent for a short interval as the magnitude of this incident

dawns on me. 'I am so stuffed!' This is my disparaging thoughtful
conclusion.

18-3-17

(12) At the Prestwick And Yearly Town Annual.

I am at this gala representing myself as a business. I end up
improvising, singing my versions of the blues swinging out those
rhythms in the long grass fields to the sway of the wind. I can't
help but feel that there is a bias here somewhere as all the people
at the gala intermingle. I can't help but feel that I am getting a
raw deal. There seems to be some kind of distain for me, but I am
right on! singing those blues, improvising those tunes. Aint nobody
gonna stop me! As I deal out my expressions:

Yo yo yo,
ching ching ching,
get a load of this.
Sing, sing, sing!

Lordy lordy lordy,

hordy hordy hordy,
haddy haddy hahhy.
Ring, ring, ring!

19-3-17

(13) The Great Master And Baby Maker Opens The Doorway.
At this show I am talking to this man who makes wild claims. "I am a
great master and I will put on a show." He says. Sure enough
something happens. It is like a great vortex that comes down near to
us and a doorway opens up which leads us into a bright world. So the
man gets up off his dull bed where he has been resting for ages and
goes through into the vortex door to deliver his show into the next
world of bright light.

He makes babies. His twenty seventh baby is a humanoid pig baby

highly advanced. Later babies are other new species of advanced
humanoid babies born healthy and alive. I witness them asleep, there
are strange and new breeds. It turns out that he was once Queen
Elizebath the first's dad, but now he is a great master and a
magician putting on this show for all to see and I am astounded!

(14) Her Silence.

I am helping a lass prepare for her act. First we go up in a lift
and then through a loft hatch in the ceiling of the lift. I struggle
to get up there and I am concerned about how I will be able to get
back down again later. She says, "I love to look across the tops of
the buildings high up on my own." I said, "Yes, that is nice
especially on sunshiny days."

Once we are up there I am surprised to see that we are at ground

level, as we can see outside through massive glass walls, pathways
and greenary and ultra modern buildings glinting in the sunshine. I
help her to prepare for her act. There are plates everywhere. I wash
the plates in a plastic bowl of soapy water as we have a little
banter. I tease her as follows:

"Well I will be going home soon. I think that I will put my feet up
and relax a little and what will you be doing? Oh yes, you will be
working your act : )" I tell her, as I look for a reaction from her.
I look deep into her face, but she is too cool to give a reaction.
There is no reaction. There is just a glint of awareness in her
eyes, a little smile and a silent determination to prepare for her
show. I am attracted to her at this moment, as I am ogling her young
and attractive face. I empathize with her and the effort that she
will need to make her act work. I feel for her, my heart goes out to
her now, in this silent moment of preperation.

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WEEK 3
838

20-3-17

(15) In This Room.

I am in this room. I have been chatting to Kate Browning. I want her
to go out with me. She has left this room and has gone to her own
room. I am hoping that she will return soon so that we can carry on
with the chat, but it has been a while now and I doubt that she is
interested. There is someone else in this room. They are sat in a
comfy chair, but I do not know who they are? This place belongs to
Mark Reynolds and he has gone out for the night. I decide to jump
into bed in ths room.

There becomes a very bright light that shines into this room through
the window, so I look outside and I see a helicopter landing. This
is no ordinary helicopter because it resembles a Rhinosarus. This is
no ordinary landing because it lands as though the Rhinosarus is
running along in a curve and then to stop. This man gets out of the
Rhinosarus helicopter. I don't know who he is? I don't know what is
going on outside, but it is very busy.

22-3-17

(16) He Warms Up Inside.

There is a thermometer and I say to this man. "I can't read this
thermometer the fluid has gone to gel, because it's so cold."

"Let's have a look." the man replies and with that, to my surprize,
the thermometer is a bottle of beer and the man is drinking from it!

23-3-17

(17) A Lack Of Resources.

I am at school and I am filling my plate up for dinner, but there is
not much food here. Mainly mash potatoes and gravy, but even that is
scarce. I go off in search of more mash and gravy in far off places.
I had to put my plate down for a while with the food on and now I
have come back to it, but there is some debate as to whose dinner
this is. I know it's mine because I stuck a fork in the mash to
stand up vertically. There is a line of people in front of my dinner
now and they are determined to obscure me from it. The dinner will
be cold now anyhow. They say that it belongs to someone else and
that the dinner is not for me. I feel that I am at a loss. I am
disappointed. A similar thing to this happened to me yesterday too.

24-3-17

(18) Preperation Is The Key.

I am filling up the ovens with food for George Lucas. I don't know
how long it takes to cook the food, but I am just filling those
ovens up.

(19) 'I Guess It's Out Of Date Then!'

I am in the decks of an old fashioned sailing ship with royalty. It
is all dark wood interior apart from a dark one way glass wall
facing the bow of the ship, so that people can watch us, keep an eye
on us without us knowing. Our supplies are low and so we are looking
for what food supplies we have. This man finds a pig on a spit
roast. He slams it on the table so that everyone turns around to
look. The queen looks over and says, "What is the date on it?"
"The fifteenth." The man replies whilst shaking his head in
disappointment, as he leans on the table.

25-3-17

(20) Wake Up!

I meet with this other lad and we are wandering around town, before
we go to this meeting place. It is more like a flat with a living
room and a settee in it. This flat has a small kitchen area and a
toilet. I have made myself at home here, so much so that I am
surprised when this man appears with his I.D. badge on a string
dandling around his neck. He dumps some equipment off in the middle
of the living room. He doesn't really acknowledge me sat there on
the settee as he is intent on what he is doing. Before I know it the
living room has become cluttered with mechanical equipment. The man
has left and there is just a woman who has arrived in the kitchen
and myself there now. I watch her as she gets a bottle of milk out
of the fridge, makes an indention and takes the silver foil top off.

I need to use the toilet and so I make my way through the clutter of
machinery in search of a toilet. I notice a small room with blue
patterned so old as to be victoria. 'Is that where the toilet is or
is it a kitchen?' I am thinking, 'Yes this is the toilet, but I am
not going to be able to use it. I really need to wake up.' I am
still stood there for a while trying to make my mind up. 'No,
seriously, I need to wake up and go to the toilet!'

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WEEK 4
1319

30-3-17

(21) Getting on.

I have been traveling, but now I have arrived at this womans house.
I have never met her before and I walk right in. I say to her,
"Shall we get on with this?" So as I apply she is happy to comply
with my creams and lotions for the vulva area.

(22) Funny Bugger!

I am at this meeting. Just a normal random everyday meeting. We
adjurn for a break. I am off to get a seat on this old bench with
some of the other meeting guests. We are just deciding where we all
sit on this bench and one chap says to me, "Do you want to sit on
the end or in the middle of the bench? My understanding is that
there is no middle."

"Not if you sit in a circle." is my instant reply and I wonder,

'Just what did he mean?' I look across the room and I see that Brian
May is sat across the room with his feet up and I am thinking to
myself, 'When I get the chance, I want to have a chat with him about
guitars.'

So later on Brian May walks over to me, but it's not Brian May. It's
just someone who looks a lot like him and he says to me in a broad
Yorkshire accent, "A think tha plays guitar dunt tha?"
"Yes." I reply, as I look at his Brian Mayish face and I think.
'He's not quite a Brian May.' I am also aware that this is a bit of
a show now and that there are hundreds of people listerning and
watching me. It's like a talk show with Brian Mayish.

"Would tha be willin ta play a little?" Brian asks me searchingly.

"Yeah, yeah." Is my immediate response. I have a quick think and I

really would like to play guitar because I feel that I am ready for
this. "Yes I would like to play." I confirm to Brian again.

I am quizzed by Brian. "Are ya shoower that ya only want to play a

little?" And this microphone is held to my mouth.

"Errr, 'O' I don't know?" I'm thinking, 'what have I said?' As the
audience laugh at my pondering. I feel a bit silly for a split
second and then I laugh with the audience at my hesitation. 'I think
that he was trying to be funny.' I conclude to myself.

31-3-17

(23) Fun And Games.

I had said to Spud and the rest of them that I was going upstairs to
walk around the toy shop. "Yes, yes, that's fine." They said, but I
thought, 'should I be doing this?' I know that there was a big
hoo-ha about little Katie wandering around this toy shop on her own
with a full packet of chocolate digestive biscuits to herself!

So I am upstairs in this toy shop and I am watching people from this

balcony at the top of the stairs. I am looking down on people and I
am totally free as I wander this toy shop.

(24) I Try.
Football is on TV. I find that watching football is all about how
well we can copy the football into our own minds. So I try to copy
the football well into my mind, but to try is to be unable to. You
either do it or you don't.

(25) My Guilty Secret.

We are under gunfire. There are three of us and two cars which are,
more or less parked back to back on the freeway. The boot doors are
open up above our heads for some protection. I do not have a gun but
they do. They are Iraqi men in uniform. They have dark skins and
they are smartly dressed in their light uniforms. We are rocked by
big explosions as we get our heads down. I am pointing out the
helicopters above us which fly between the high buildings. I also
notice a sniper and I point him out to one of the men with a gun. To
my surprise they both shoot each other! I didn't think that that was
possible. I keep my eye on the sniper after the shooting to make
sure that he is dead. It is after this that I notice that the man
who shot him is also dead!

Now I am back in town with the people. The busy shops and the food
bars, but I feel guilty. I am cautious as to what I say to people
now. I have left a dead man lying on the freeway. This is the man
that has helped me to survive and this is my guilty secret, but what
was I to do?
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(26) Doing The Rounds.

I am out of my body, doing the rounds. It is like being dead and in
my light suit spirit form, but just not quite so high vibration. I
have this list of things to do, places to go and people to see. what
this is all about, you don't know, I don't know, but the information
is here for me to follow and so that is what I do.

(27) Borrow The Banker.

Borrow says that the debt is his and not his customers'. He tells me
that he is like a magician, but the people do not like it because
they do not get anything substantial. He has acrued and acredited a
customer database of debt. This trick is all done on computer. The
smoke and mirrors is all virtual, but there is nothing in reality
and this is why he does not lend. He is racking up a debt as he is
going around to people and he is borrowing money to give to them.
Every new customer is new debt and new money coming into the system.
There is a letter code, w for woman, m for man, r for retired and so
on.

2-4-17

(28) All In A Jiffi.

This is a standard call. Just going through the usual routine with a
delivery at this ladies, as I account for my actions. I am in there
and then I am out of there all in a jiffi.

(29) Impress Me.

I am doing all my sums and going to all the great lectures. Some of
the writing on the blackboard is in red chalk and so I have to get
up real close to see the numbers as I am colour blind, you see. This
is a big class of students and many of us go over to sit on this
long black upholstered leather seating. As we all squeeze up on it
we are all getting squashed. This is so much fun as I have a crush
on these two girls that I am inbetween : )

(30) She Missed The Boat.

Maz has this appointment. I think that it is a college appointment,
but she ends up on a boat trip to this island. This is a new town to
Maz and she is checking out the area. Some woman has told Maz that
this boat trip is the only real attraction in the area and so Maz is
checking it out.

Well Maz has now missed the boat to get back off the island and so
she is stranded on this island and running late. She has rung up her
tutor at college to inform her about the situation. I am waiting in
the car for Maz to get off the island so that I can give her a lift
to college. When she finally appears I find myself struggling with
all her luggage. I am struggling to put all these bags into a single
trunk which has wheels on it. It makes sense to me to put all these
bags into a single trunk as the luggage will then be easier to
handle and so it all gets sorted out eventually.

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903
3-4-17

(31) A Pocket Full Of Keys.

I am traveling on this bus. It is dark outside and difficult to see
my stop. I manage to climb down the stairs from the top deck and get
off the bus. There is a key that I use at the bus stop that I get
off. I am not sure if I have the right key. I don't even know why I
have to use this key. I walk off and I am disorientated. There are
youths in the dark streets and I find that I am walking in the wrong
direction and so I correct myself.

I find myself in someones bedroom with a group of other people and I

am searching my pockets for keys. I take out all my keys. I empty
out my pockets and I am looking for the bus stop key, but to no
avail. 'Did I leave my key in the bus stop?' I wonder. So I have the
contents of my pockets out on this single bed and I notice that
under the covers of this bed are loads of coins. I can feel these
coins through the bedding, but I don't take the covers off because
it is not my money. It's not my bedding or bed or bedroom. I feel
uneasy about being here, but that does not stop me from putting on
the bedroom light so that I can see a little better. I say, "Let's
have another look for this key." And one of the other lads who I am
with says, "Let's not have a look for this key." I kind of take his
point here. This key thing is a nuisance.

6-4-17

(32) Excursion At The Workmen's Club.

I am at the front of this queue to get into this club. People are
edging forward as the queue increases behind me. This is some club
when I get inside. It's all rough brickwork as the cement is oozing
out from between the bricks in the walls. There is scaffolding and
workmen in dungarees. I am fascinated as I watch the workmen scrape
the oozing cement off the walls and then take down the scaffolding
in no time at all. It more like falls down with the workmen on it.
The tonnes of scaffolding poles and planks of wood come crashing
down to the ground in a wave of debris as the workmen ride the
scaffolding planks that they are stood on. Just like they are
surfing the wave of noisy scaffolding as it unfolds onto the ground,
crashing and banging about. This just leaves the workmen to stack it
up neatly by the wall. They really mean business. I guess that they
want to finish early.

There are some other people in this club that I know, but I end up
doing my own thing. There is a bus outside and I get onto that.
Maybe someone else I know will get onto this bus, but I am not
holding my breath. There are a few of us on this bus and the driver
drives it a little way and then stops at a more suitable place to
wait for some other people to get on. I don't even know where this
bus is going.

7-4-17

(33) A Big Stage In My Life.

What's going on? I decide to leave the stage. It is at this point
that the stage seems bigger than ever, as I get off it and then into
where the crowded audience are there does not seem to be enough room
for them.

I see this other chap who I was on stage with earlier and I say to
him, "I have decided to get off the stage because I heard the word
'improvisation' and I thought that sounds a bit professional. I
thought that we might have to do Hamlet or something."

The other chap seems to be up for it and he says in a jovial voice,

"I can do that." And he poses as though he is holding an imaginary
skull with this false cheesey grin on his face.

It had truly been fun, my time on stage. The stage was so big that I
didn't think that I would ever manage to walk off of it! But here I
am and I find myself in the stalls.

(34) "Hello Is That The Zoo Please?"

"There's a Rhinosaurus walking down the street! I think it's a bit
drunk. There's a man climbing out of its mouth! There's another man
climbing out of its mouth! Errr! He's being sick all over. He's been
sick on the first man. The Rhino's gone all floppy!"

8-4-17

(35) To Arrive By Comfy Chair.

Mobility can be an issue for many people. Recently three people have
arrived in hospital using a chair on casters to get around. I see
someone holding onto the back of their chair. holding on using it as
a support to walk, slowly pushing it along the pathway on its
casters. It helps them to get around. Every now and then they just
nip around to the front of their chair so that they can have a sit
down for a while and have a rest. The doctors at the hospital are
all joking about it and one of them says that he is hoping for a set
of twelve new chairs to arrive tomorrow.

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10-4-17

(36) Military Madness.

There are historical aircraft flying all over and I am mapping them
all out as they crash. There is one big old aircraft lumborously in
the sky, that reminds me of a moth. It is miraculous how it hangs in
the sky for so long. So big and so slow, it finally comes crashing
down to Earth and folding its great structure into an horrific dust
cloud and disturbance and debris.

I am told that the military have gone mad, taking over its own
people. Taking over their shores, taking over their shorelines, deep
in the oceans, rivers and even rivers in oceans. This is what I am
told.

11-4-17

(37) To Face The Icing On The Bun.

Ant and Deck are hosting a live TV show and they do their pranks in
the street. Well they just happened to do a prank with me at a bus
stop, but I am wise to it. I know what's what. The cameras are
hidden, but I know that they are there. So Ant and Deck come over to
have some fun at the bus stop. But I accuse them of pushing in the
queue. They don't prank me, I prank them. So now they have to go off
script, I'm telling them, "What's tha doin? Duz tha Know thaz pushin
in? Git back thee a!" And I tell them what's what as I point my
finger directing them to get back. This is what you get when you
prank too much. people get wise to you. Well I have got wise to Ant
and Deck.

In the second half of the show Ant and Deck have people in the
street making faces in the icing on their iced buns by scraping some
of the icing off. One lad gets off to a bad start. He scrapes off
too much icing to begin with, but he makes quite a good face in the
icing in the end.

12-4-17

(38) I Don't Believe It!

I am on this crowded beach with family walking on the hot golden
sand. There is this young lass who keeps following me around. 'Why
is she following me?' I am wondering to myself as I talk to her, but
for some reason I do not ask her why she is following me. She is
quite tanned and brown from the sun and in contrast her hair is
quite blonde from the sun. It is in a short bob style. Her fringe is
a very straight line which is not level to her eyes. She turns out
to be my sister!

My sister says, "I've got sixteen brothers and sisters in the

Philipines!"

"How come?" I ask her searchingly with a disbelieving frown on my

face.

"My husbands got brothers and sisters." She snaps back.

I find myself in this dark room. There is this music playing and I
have my back against the speaker, which makes the music sound
different everytime I move my back. I position my back so that it
covers all of the speaker and the music comes out muffled. My back
is pulsating and vibrating now. The M.C. is cool and fast with the
rap lyrics. There is this young magician making things disappear and
then reappear with his slight of hand and I am told about this chap
whose brain was damaged by his own broken shoulder blade!

Yorkshire police in the nineteen seventies were instructed, when

using a truncheon to hit the elbow, collarbone, ankle or knee in
order to disable a culprit. So it is hard to imagine how the police
can confuse a collarbone with a shoulder blade and it is hard to
imagine how a broken shoulder blade can lagitimately end up giving
someone brain damage. I am not a detective but I think that this chap
whose brain was damaged by his own broken shoulder blade was probably
bonked on the head with a truncheon.
13-4-17

(39) She And Her Friends And I.

We are all sat at this table and this lass she really likes me. I
end up kissing her as she really wants me to and because she is
nice, but she knows that I am not keen on a relationship with her
and it is an arkward situation for us both. We do not talk about
this but there is a realization, a body language. There are tears in
her eyes. I decide that I will not be staying around here because
that would be too arkward.

(40) Down In The Hull.

I just love travelling on boats. I am usually a lone traveller and I
never seem to find a relationship on my travels, but I do a lot of
people watching. There is one boat that is tiny and a crane lifts
your car and yourself in it onto this tiny boat and so your car
becomes the outside of the boat. This is just for a river crossing,
but this is one massive river to cross. There are other boats that
are bigger and I climb around them. It is very strenuous climbing
aboard and then down into the boats, but getting back out is even
harder. They are very deep some of these boats and so it is some
climb to get back out. I will not be doing this in old age.

(41) "Morning Edna."

I am talking to this woman and looking at the chem trail in the sky
that she has made. This is a clue as to what care she needs. I see
what is missing in the curvature of the white trail against the blue
sky. There are other chem trails too, other curvatures against the
blue sky. They are all important clues that I take notice of.

14-4-17

(42) The Four Hour Rule.

We are community care workers doing our
to see if we can go on with this round.
so we can go on, as I check the time on
that there will be no medication error.
four hour gap between medication times.
rounds. I am just checking
It is later than I thought
my phone. I am reassured
You see there needs to be a

(43) What Do You Think?

David Baddiel is talking to Frank Skinner and he is saying, "Knowing
the mind of an eight year old, knowing the mind of an eighteen year
old and knowing the mind of an eighty year old. It is much harder to
get an eighty year old out of hypnosis."

I am thinking about this Baddiel statement thing and my conclusion

is that he started off too young. There was no need to include the
eight year old. In my opinion he should have just started off with
the eighteen year old and then mentioned the eighty year old. That
would have sufficed.

(44) Obnoxious Me!

I am wanting to sit down somewhere. There is a chair with a lot of
chalk dust on it. It is the only seat available to me so I decide to
sit on it knowing that I will get chalky white jeans. "Oh bollocks
to it!" I say as I sit down, "It's only chalk, it will come off." I
reason out loud to a couple of other chaps who are also in the room.
There is football on the TV. "Fucking football!" I complain,
although I don't really want to complain, but I do. Then I justify
myself by saying, "You can't beat a good moan." I state it to the
other two chaps who have been suspiciously quiet.

15-4-17

(45) Geometrically Laundering.

I am helping this lad do his washing. You see we have to be
accountable for what we do. So I am making room on the window sills
and on the mantle piece for the washing. There are maps to fill in
too, but I am not sure how to do this. There is triangular Britain
and oval Ireland to the left and I am just wondering how to fill
these in so that we are accountable. I draw lines on the maps and I
elliptically stretch them, then hyperbolically shrink them yet I am
still undecided as to what is the best way to fill these maps in. I
end up drawing an equilateral triangle of red lines in an
elliptically stretched map of England. The three vertices of the
triangle are replaced by three small circles in the directions of
north, east and west. This is not even topologically correct, but I
guess that this will have to do.

(46) A Dream Hidden In Its Recollection.

I am in bed. I have been doing personal care. I am just folding it
up neatly now. There is much more to it than this, but for the life
of me I cannot remember. This moment is passing me by as I sit here
and this is how I feel about it as it leaves me like an evaporation.

I have had my dream and then as an extention of that dream I have

been mentally writing that dream down within the conclusion of that
dream, but nothing has been written down in reality. I wake up to
the evaporation of my dream memory. I only remember that I have been
doing personal care and that I have folded it up neatly.

16-4-17

(47) In Comparison.
I get called over by a service user's family member. She is a middle
aged woman. "Have you got any diesel?" She asks me. I'm thinking,
'God, that diesel in there is very old.' I go to the fridge and sure
enough, there is a small 500ml bottle of diesel. I am thinking that
there might be some gunk floating on top of it by now, so I shake it
up well before handing it over to her. She opens up the bottle and
takes a sniff, "Yes, that's okay." She says energetically. This is a
relief for me. "I have had a three million pound meal, all expenses
paid." She says boasting in a matter of fact kind of way. So I take
a good look at her. She is not overweight, although she has a sister
with her who looks similar and she is a little thinner. They are in
their forties I guess as I check out their desirability. 'Not bad' I
surmise, as I imagine making out with them. The first sister is
slightly more desirable than the second sister. Her skin complexion,
her brown shoulder length hair and her nicely proportioned body are
all taken into account, as well as her nice facial features that I
have just emoconically read through our brief encounter. : ) : o
: p : | ; )

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(48) "Hello Is That The Police?"

"There is a robbery taking place. This woman knows what she is
doing. She has a small pistol on her and she is very organised.
There is a man in a light suit and he is not so organised. He also
has a pistol. He has big handfulls of paper money in both hands and
some of the money is falling out of his hands and floating around to
the ground like confetti. There is this bloke watching and although
he is slightly behind some cover, it is only a hedge and he is
watching this drama unfold intently. He is carmly stood there with a
frown on his face >:-\ He looks suspiciously confident. He may be
security or he may be involved in this robbery somehow, I don't
know." Bang! Bang! ... Bang! There are gunshots as the two run off.

"The female suspect has been well hidden from me, but the male
suspect has been in full sight to me all the while. The only time I
have seen the female suspect was as she handed some notes over to
the male suspect. There may be more people involved, I don't know,
but I haven't noticed anyone else."

(It turns out to be a themed marriage. This is a wedding ceremony!)

(49) Convulsions Of love.

This lad is so young, maybe two years old, spouting off about race
relations. He is talking about getting on well with our fellow races
and he has got an audience. This little boy has got his voice and a
delivery style at such a young age. Where did he get it all from?
All the other little children around him are asking him questions
and he is preaching racial tolerance.

As I walk off I am taken aback. I am flabbergasted, as I think about

the young boy and all that he says. The paradox is that his love and
peace convulses my mind. So much so, that as I am convulsed by his
love I can see through his little boy goaty beard and his little boy
intentions that are so pure and so genuine that:

"I myself have got an aquarium going on in my middle path!"

(50) Heal Me!

There is a family walking along a sunny beach. The mother is in
front carrying a bag and then the father who is carrying a small
infant and then there is a little girl who is walking behind them
and she is complaining. Her father encourages her to keep on
walking, but eventually they all come to a stop because the little
girl is too upset complaining about her heal. The father looks at
the little girls heal and it looks sore. The mother says accusingly,
"That's because you have been walking her through that water." Then
she remembers her husband eating a peach as he walked along the
beach earlier and now she suspects that the little girl has trodden
on some peach. She telepathically transmits this accusation by her
frown that scorns her husband. He loves his wife and his children so
much and they are having a moment, a moments rest of whispering
discussions that bonds them all together as a family unit on this
sunshine beach.

(51) Old Fool!

I find myself sat up in this attic, but how did I get up here? There
are no steps to get back down and it is too high up to jump down.
The same old record keeps playing over and over again and like a
fool I am stuck up here, high on life singing out the same old tune,
reciting the same old lyrics.

22-4-17

(52) "Some Gossip."

"I saw this girl walking along and she is supposed to be with her
husband. They have not been married long and I don't think that it
is going too well. She is having to be told that she is ment to be
with her husband and she keeps putting him off. She was all smiles
when I saw her. She was on her own walking along clutching her hand
bag, but who knows?"

"My dad was playing football with me and he said, "Watch this, I'll
get Tony Cottingham." At which point he booted a football and
blasted it at Tony Cottingham. It was in this old house and I saw
the ball ricochet around the room after it had hit Tony. I don't
think that Tony was very happy about that because he looked to be
disappointed, although to be fair he did not say anything about it."

"I have done some painting in a young girls room. I painted this
cloth with a picture on it. I half filled the picture in. I think
that her room is an orange colour scheme and I painted the cloth in
a more chocolate brown colour, but being colourblind I am not too
sure. I think that my paintwork clashes with her colour scheme and
so I have hidden the half painted cloth by folding it up and tucking
it away. I felt guilty about this and I am worried that she is going
to find out soon. Being the brave person that I am, I plan to just
deny it. I have already distracted her from finding out a couple of
times."

"Barbara and Les have been traveling. They have come back and have
planned to go away again, but because they owe some money out they
are having to stay put here in this country now, poor souls."

23-4-17

(53) There Are No Strangers Now.

I've got no roof and the rain comes in. There are many others who
live in this field and they have no roof too. The field is sodden,
there are big big puddles as deep as your waist. TV's and furniture
are all wet through. It's a washout.

The strange thing is that I meet old friends who I have never seen
before. I watch these people and their mannerisms which are familiar
to me now and yet I have never seen them before. I know things about
these people and yet I have never seen them before. How can it be
that the people who I have never met before are not strangers?

There are two brothers, one of them likes golf, I know this. I
listen to there conversations and they are familiar to me. I look at
their faces and I know them you see and yet I have never seen them
before. A past life familiarity is so much apparent to me now as my
memories from my previous selves come flooding back to me. My
memories pour down into me, into a storm of rememberence. It floods
my mind then with these thoughts I find that I've got no roof and so
the rain comes in, the rain has truly come in!

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1422

24-4-17

(54) Shining The Light.

I am ogling Sarah. She has changed so much, she is gorgeous now.
Such a nice bum, get a load of that bum. Her sister is also nice
too. Although I do not speak to Sarah I am weighing her up, I am
weighing up how I can go about chatting her up. What cool moves I
can make towards her, but I am dreaming, I am fantacising and so
passivley and cautiously I do not make my moves towards her.

In the meantime I am watching this young black lad who is being cute
with another girl. He is really putting on the charm as he sings her
praises, he winks and smiles at her. He is loving the interaction.
How to chat a woman up. This is text book. This is how it is done,
but then after a while he walks off and he is as cool as a cucumber.

So now I have this fantacy of Sarah who has changed so much since I
saw her last and now I see her in a new light. Although Sarah has
gone she stays with me and plays with me in my mind. Sexy Sarah and
her gorgeous body is wriggling in my memory with those moves and
with those curves that will not go away.

25-4-17

(55) Taking Us Back.

I am on the streets with a gang of lads. We have all got to get
back, as we play this game. The rule is that we are not allowed to
play on the partition wall. "It's a good job that we live near the
partition wall, or else we wouldn't be able to play this game." One
of the lads tells me. I am just trying to work out how we can get
back without playing on the patition wall and it is not at all
obvious.

(56) The Plastic Baby Doll Machine.

There are these plastic dolls being mass produced, these dolls are
formed out of a formlessness, it only takes two seconds. I watch
them being formed. They are blobs of melted plastic and then the
moulds come out like branding irons on piston rods punching the
plastic. First one side then another, then another and another
melting the plastic, moulding it into shape with a thump and then
the top of the head is finally punched into shape with such a crazy
speed as to induce a visual madness.

27-4-17

(57) 'Grandma Don't Do That To Me!'

The cat had an unfortunate name. He was called 'naughty'. Grandma
was looking after him. She only had one arm to stroke him with. One
day I saw her slumped on her sofa, her hair covering her face.
"Grandma! Grandma!" I sounded out to her and then after a few long
seconds later I was relieved to see that there was some movement in
her. Naughty jumped up onto her and then it was life back to normal
again.

29-4-17

(58) I Am Choked!
I cannot get this holographic game to start up, but then some kind
person comes to my aid and shows me how to start this ruddy thing
up. I am playing this holographic game in my sleep which is the only
way that I will play it because I don't play it when I am awake.
There are these dinosaurs and they are wandering around in our three
dimensional space. They are about as big as a small dog. They are so
real and they are ugly buggers too. The idea is to spray them in
their face, up their nose, in their eyes and in their mouth. They
will then eat themselves from their head first and then down to
their tail. I am really wrestling with this one. I keep spraying it
in its face, but it still won't eat itself and at the same time the
spray is going into my face too. I think that I must have eaten
myself because suddenly it is 'game over' as I wake up too late,
just as I swallow my own tail!

30-4-17

(59) My Soapy Affair.

Paul is a character from an Australian TV soap opera. He is a
businessman who dresses smartly and who likes to make deals. Well he
is criticizing the show 'Home And Away' or 'Neighbours' I cannot
remember which of these Ozzie soaps he is from. "All the years of
this show and there has never been a tax review." He complains.

Sneakily I am in this room in the house where Paul lives. He loves

his wife and his lovely wife knows that I am there for we are up
against the cold white wall contodjulating in a secret passioate
fling. For some unknown reason I turn on the shower in this room,
but I cannot switch it off again and we are flooded. We are
inundated with water from the shower head. I try in vain to soak up
all the water, but there is not enough tissue in Australia to soak
this up and I am found out, me and Paul's nice lady are rumbled. I
protest my innocence, but to no avail and so I have a breakdown. My
clothes and I are drenched right through as lean up against this wet
white wall, the sunlight shines through the window onto me then
dramatically I am in tears, as I do a dieing swan act whilst Paul's
Mrs points her finger at me. I find myself washed out and without
any form of forgiveness. I am unforgiven.

(60) Things Like This Don't Happen!

This is North Hykeham, Lincoln, England and I am standing on this
street corner at Wetherby Crescent and Newark Road T junction. It is
night time and there is not a lot of traffic about but, I watch a
three wheeled Robin Relient van drive up to this T junction. It
doesn't slow down. It is being driven too fast unable to turn either
left or right at this T junction. It careers over the Newark Road
then on up the curb stone over the path on the other side of the
road and jumps the grassy embankment of a small stream as it careers
on towards the brick wall of a building at the Forum Shopping
Centre. I am thinking, 'This driver is suicidal.' What should I do?
Impact is iminent, but strangely the Robin Relient van appears to
shrink in size and so it seems to take too long for the van to
impact the brick wall. In fact it does not impact the brick wall. It
shrinks down to the size of a Tonka Toy and then goes through a
plastic grate in the Forum Shopping Centre's wall. Now this plastic
grate is not damaged in any way. My eyes cannot believe what I see.
This van has merged through the plastic grate and my body reacts
with a chill down its spine. I am astounded. 'Freaky things do
happen!' I note to myself. Just at that moment for some inexplicable
reason I look into the deep night sky and I watch as the starlight
and the moon light kaleidoscope above me and I am excited to see
such a spectacle and I am more alive now than I have ever been. It
seems that my life has suddenly become more interesting.

(61) Random Memory.

I have a memory that stays with me. I am a community care worker in
Mansfield and on my third call I struggle to park my car because
there are a lot of cars already parked up along these narrow back
streets of Mansfield. So I drive up the curb stone to squeeze
between two cars so that I park my car half on the pathway and half
on the road. I am aware of a tall thin woman with long platinum
blonde hair and she has a tan, which is rare to have a tanned skin
in England in spring time. You are more likely to go rusty from the
rain than to get a tan from the sun here this time of year. The
wrinkles in her skin tells me that she is oldish, but somehow I can
not place her. She is not a service user and she is not a colleague.
I do not recall any conversation with her, but her presence is so
strong and the visulization of her stays with me and plays with me
in my minds eye.

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WEEK 9
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1-5-17

(62) The Sports Day Problem.

The normal geometry of an atheletics track is obround in shape. An
obround is two semicircles joined by straight lines. The inside
lane on the track is shorter in distance to run a complete circuit
and so the starting positions need to be at different points for
each lane.

This atheletics track is elliptic in shape. This is not the normal

geometry of an atheletics track and I am challenged to find the
starting positions for each lane.

The cartesian equation for an ellipse is:

(x/a)^2 + (y/b)^2 = c^2

The parametric equation for an ellipse is:

x = acost
y = bcost

The arc length of a curve in parametric form is:

Integrate ds where

ds = squareroot[ (dx/dt)^2 + (dy/dt)^2 ] dt

The polar equation for an ellipse is:

r(p) = [(b.cos(p))^2+(a.sin(p))^2]^(1/2)

Can you help me to solve this problem?

2-5-17

(63) As The Tabloids Spew Out Their Spurious Lies.

My dad is a sage and we have been travelling so far. We have been
travelling for so long, but he asks many questions. How do I do this
and how do I do that? He seeks the ways of a young person and I can
see what he is doing. He is a peaceful man negotiating the ways of a
traveler whilst the ways of this world weigh upon him and his ways.
So which way for this eastern traveller?

5-5-17

(64) Beyond The Board.

I am playing darts in the back garden at Roger Hales's house and I
miss the dart board. The dart goes behind the dart board and into
the grounds of somewhere else. A place that I am not familiar with.
That I breifly glimpse with its mottled green and yellow shrubbery.
It is rustic and a far removed place from here. It is out of site
in a place that usually does not appear. There is no fence of
seperation to this place. I have just a glimpse, because I am
suddenly once again fenced back in within the perimeter of the
garden of Roger Hales's house, confined within this urban district.
I have been aware of the grounds of somewhere else. I have the
memory of this mysterious place that has now become unseeable to me
again.
6-5-17

(65) A Beauty And A Beating

This big ship has been taken out of commition. I am so proud to have
served on her for so long. It is not safe now because as I explain
to some people the chord that runs through her is not being replaced
and so this big ship sails for the last time unmanned. With no one
aboard she grandiosely goes on, out of her way.

There is a young lass in a bikini and she is very pretty. She is in

this swimming pool that represents the sea. It is like a map of the
world with its islands that simulate the world map. This lass is
serving on a ship which is about the same size as her as she is
languid on it in her bikini she is sent to one of the islands in the
pool and this island is Argentina. I am there with Daren Waring and
Mark Reynolds. Me and Daren are watching her from the side of the
pool and we are watching the world go by as we are chatting. Mark is
in the shower which is located just on the edge of the pool behind a
door just big enough for one person. Me and Daren are standing there
and we watch Mark as he proudly comes out of the shower in his
speedos lookig neat and trim. He confidently swims up to the pretty
young lass, but she grabs hold of Mark's big swimming goggle and she
pulls it on its elastic and she pings it in his face. Mark is
shouting at her asking her to stop and there is splashing and a
frantic display from Mark. I turn to Daren and in a surprized tone I
say to him, "She's beating him up." We are astounded. Mark is
pleading to the pretty young girl to stop and he is trying to calm
her down, but she is nasty and unrelenting.

7-5-17
(66) The Shame And The Shambles.
There is a gathering at 'The Forum' of military personel and someone
is being hounded, they are being shamed. It is said that he has got
a medal or badge or something for killing his own men. He is accused
of friendly fire and these people are not friendly towards him, not
at all. There is so much distain.

I am aware of this police motorbike, but it looks more like a push

bike to me. It has pads all over it. Black PVC pads they fold over
the frame and stick around it with velcro, but I gather that there
is an unnecessary piece of padding that has no right to be there. It
has been put on under false pretences and it is the pad right in the
centre. It has no right to be there and there is only contempt for
this pad.

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1164

9-5-17

(67) The Vagueness.

We have got the hard task of balancing the books. If there is too
much red powder, then we need more blue powder and If there is too
much blue powder, then we need more red powder. It's as simple as
that. You just have to keep a good look out. I saw Chris Smith in a
hood and we were discussing things. How they should be. We discussed
it with the vagueness, but we will dispel the vagueness in time.

11-5-17

(68) So Special.
Shane and Evo come round our house they are like special cases. It
is always a pleasure for me to listen to them talk. I love their
breezy interactions and I like what they have to say. They go to a
special school. Shane has this special push bike. The handle bars
are high up in the air, high up above his head as he sits and
peddles, but the most unusual thing is that he can transform his
push bike so that he can ride it upside down from time to time also.
This push bike has been designed like this to make Shane feel good
about himself, because like I say Shane and Evo are not the most
normal kinds of people and they are most welcome around our house. I
think that that is because me and my dad are not normal too.

(69) A Lesson In The Metaphysical Trainstation Of Wonder.

There is this old steam train replica, it's big, about as tall as
me to the top of the chimney. It is a big black chunk of iron. The
men are putting a camcorda on the front of it to record its journey.
The men are all riding in front of the steam train beside the train
tracks on their chopper motor bikes that are all lit up, as it is
getting late and is getting dark now.

I am looking on the walls of this big train station place for a TV

monitor to watch them ride away, but I can't see one anywhere. I
notice some other blokes and they are all sat in a line on steel
frame stools that are all joined together so that they cannot be
moved individually. One of the blokes I recognize and he calls me
over. I notice a spare stool so I sit on it and I find myself
working from a text book. This text book is more like a magazine,
but there is a piece of thin rubber sheet with dimples on, on the
front page and mine has come off. I decide to put the rubber sheet
inside the pages of this book so that I do not lose it when I hand
my book back in. I am considering not handing my text book in and
sneekily glueing the ruber sheet back onto the text book cover and
leaving it in my locker to dry, but then I think better of it and
decide to hand my book in.

I find myself wandering around this concrete industrial train

station type place and inside a little shop I notice two people
starting a procession. One of them has an orange flag and the other
has a bugle. They are marching along together and I watch them, but
I do not join in their procession and I am wondering about their
egos. 'Do they have big egos?' And I am wondering about my ego. 'Do
I have a big ego?' And I don't know. I am just wondering as I am
wandering around this concrete industrial train station type place.

13-5-17

(70) Incognito Or Not? That Is The Question.

We are escaping persecusion, me and this black lass. It is awful.
Every person we meet, we don't know if we can trust them, by good
luck we have got on this flight out. A big fat man called Bob flies
us out from our persecusion from within this African nation. There
are so many of us on this aircraft and we are so grateful. I am
trying to tell Bob how grateful I am and to my surprize he does not
want to know. After we have landed and we finally walk out of this
aircraft with our lives and our freedom intact I say, "Bob, thank
you from the bottom of my heart." I put my hand on my heart and he
just turns away. He is so genuine. He just does not want to know.

So now I am talking to my black lass about who we can trust and in

my mind I just want to keep away, well away from everyone. She is
going on about her dad and about how somone was listerning to her
reading a book out loud and I'm thinking 'What! Do you always read
out loud to yourself?" But I say nothing about this and I am just
listening to her talk and she talks. I am thinking, 'How the hell am
I going to get away from people with this crazy, lovely girl around
me all my days?' But we are in a safer place now. There is grass and
trees and wilderness in this safe zone. It is still a part of
Africa, but I feel happier here. It would be so easy to meld into
this vast wilderness here to live out our lives incognito now.

(71) Play Time.

I am goofing around wth my friends at school. We have drugs like
Ritalin in schools these days for those children who have attention
deficit hyperactivity disorder (ADHD). I have ADHD. My friends and I
we get these orangey berries and we are throwing them at each other.
I pretend that I am eating some and start acting wacky. We go into
these changing rooms where there are these benches that have steel
frames above them to hang our bags and coats on. I am climbing these
steel frames. I am upside down with my bum in the air. I pretend to
fart by blowing rasberries with my mouth. This is such a jouvanile
fun thing to do that my friends are all laughing at me and my
naughty behaviour as I clown around making a fool of myself. You see
I have not taken my Ritalin tablet and there are no teachers around
to absolve me.

14-5-17

(72) Alpha, Beta And Delta.

It is such a small boat that it is just like a three seater settee
floating down the river. So three of us jump on and sail down the
river.

(73) The Frick!

I am meditating and I am surprized to see a transluscent humanoid
being run through my mind and then out through my face. It all
happens in a split second. It is about as big as my head, but then
it becomes invisible as soon as it leaves my face. It has made me
jump. So who the frick are you?

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WEEK 11
1385

15-5-17

(74) The Barber And The Wig Of Hair.

"Any chance to slot some hair in?" This question is asked because a
big wig of hair has just come out, falling from my head leaving a
tunnel of hair on the top of my head. I can feel the cool air breeze
on top of my head now. I am a bauldy sat in a barber's chair, but I
am also the barber stood looking at my seated self and my hair loss.
So curiously I am two people. I can see where my old wig of hair has
fallen out, where it has been unslotted from my diminished head of
hair. Both of us inspect the hair of the one of me in the chair,
because we are each other. We are in the superposition of being both
of us at the same time.

(75) All the Crazy People.

I am having a moment with this lass. The strange thing is that
although I know her so well, I do not know her name. We have a hug
and we discuss a few things. She is so nice. We get on so well, but
that is when it all kicks off. I sense a bit of tension and people
are starting to move about. Shane Holland is there with all his
crazy music. This is the man who I get all my crazy music from. It
is he who is at the centre of the fray. Not to say that he is the
cause of any trouble.

It is all getting heated and people are going crazy. Little things
that are said and done are being picked up upon. There is limited
food about now, although I manage to find some bread cakes with jam
in them. They have been stored in a brown paper bag and I am careful
not to be accused of stealing them. I am talking to Charles and he
has got it in for someone as he confides this information with me as
we are walking along. Someone is shouting their head off in the
distance and Charles has taken an exception to this. "Who was that?"
I ask and with that this other chap smiles and tells me that it is
someone singing some song from two thousand and three. This chap
recognises the tune. It all seems to make sense to him, but now I
notice that Charles has gone off. He is not talking like he was, all
since this chap has started talking to me. I am guessing by
Charles's reaction that he does not like this man.

So now I am looking down at some crazy music that I have aquired. I

have a hand full of music that I think this lass will like. It is
all boxed up and neatly packaged for her. I am hoping that she will
like these gifts as I take a good look through the shiny cellophane
at the art work on these packages and I casually read the dark font
inscriptions on one of the boxes.

18-5-17

(76) Fun At The Zoo And A Kiss From A Ewe.

Aaahhh! A gummy mouth suddenly takes hold of my left hand. W.T.F!
This big dumb animal gums my hand and drags me this way and then
that way with the suction of a thousand plungers. This oppotunistic
Alpaco/Llama/Sheep type thing is looking at me, blinking its
eyelashes at me and at this moment in time I am concerned, I panic!
'Will I ever get my hand back?' So then with all my concerted effort
I pull back my hand and:

Thththlop! I have my hand back, wetter and shinier than ever before.
So then as I inspect my salivary hand I notice that Maz is laughing
at me and taking the piss out of me. "Well I hope that something
grabs hold of you and eats you sometime... ...Or maybe I don't."
I reconcider my initial statement in a contemplative and sulky tone
as I look up at Maz out of the corner of my eye from inspecting my
hand.
Awwwwe! A sudden big long cry from a thousand conscientious voices
fills my head like a choir, that aquires a constant low tone, of a
drone of condemnation.

Oooops! Did I just imply that I hope my sister does not get eaten
because it would kill the very thing that would try to digest her?
Yes, I did. Yes, I definitely think that I did say that : )

(77) The Ever Satirical Evo.

I have nearly knocked over this young girl in a wheelchair. I am
driving this coach. I don't even know why I am driving this coach.
It is a real nice white coach and I do this crazy manouver. It is
something more like what a skateboard would do! The strange thing is
that I did not even know that I was the driver of the coach until
after the incident. It was a real shock to me. So I am guessing that
this coach must be an automatic. This young girl is crying. She is
sat in her wheelchair sobbing her heart out. I go up to her and I
appologize to her. I notice that she has old wounds and scares and
massive damage to her body. 'I didn't do that.' I am thinking to
myself. I am relieved that I did not hit her, but she is very
unforgiving towards me for my crazy driving and so I back off.

I find myself at this party. The guests are all in fancy dress. I am
fascinated with one person who is throwing bits of paper, because a
bit of paper lands on me and I trace it back to them. They have this
massive head mask on with a great big nose. It looks so lightweight
sat on this persons head. I guess that it is made from foam rubber.
They could be male or female, I just don't know, but they are
oblivious to me as they are sat chatting with their friends just
above me on the veranda. Evo's sister makes an appearance, she comes
up to me chatting away to me. She has a white face of makeup and her
blonde hair is held back by her yellow hair band. She looks like a
very theatrical Alice in Wonderland. She tells me that she is living
here where the party is. I try to engage with her, but for some
reason tonight I am at a loss for words. It is only now, by
identifying the exagerated features of the headmask, that I realise
who the person is in the headmask.

19-5-17

(78) Boxes Down And All Boxed In.

Here I am in the big warehouse of life. There are rumblings of
something big happening. It all starts as a flood. The water is
flowing. Boxes are being torn away from their stacks. Little fires
start up and then it just escalates from there on until the
magnitude of this crash is monumental. Everything is tumbling down.
The stacks of boxes fall at such a rate that I am astounded. I fear
for my life as I jump from the stacks of boxes just before they
fall, but I am exhilerated by this disaster. This is such a seismic
event.

I find myself in this safe zone of mezanine floors, aluminium panels

and locked down doors. How I long to open the locked doors, but
there are three of us on lock down safe in the security in the
security of this metal box of a room. I make a contravertial
statement, "We didn't win the Iraq war." And then Dean Parker says,
"No, it is still going on." I take a good look at Dean and this
other person in the room. I have so many questions for them:

I wonder, 'Are they really devistated by this disaster? Have their

lives been so great before this fall from grace for the
establishment? Has their investment in the status quo truly been
working for them?' Because I can catagorically say that it has not
been working for me. I for one, I am ready for this change and I for
one, I am not unduly worried abot the fall of the establshment.

20-5-17

(79) Tunnels Of Love.

Circles within circles with equal areas of colourings. For some
inexplicable reason I find myself in these tunnels of love. The
esophagus, the circle-ophagus of love digests and draws me in.
swallows me up with its geometry:

The idea is to draw as many circles as you like in such a way that
when the area within the circles circumferences are coloured in, the
areas are of equal sizes. Some examples:

circles(a,b,c)
a=number of circles
b=number of colours
c=number of circle sizes

EXAMPLE 1:
A circle within a circle.
circles(2,2,2) {x^2+y^2<r is colour1,
x^2+y^2<r/2 is colour2,
where r=radius squared}

EXAMPLE 2:
A circle within a circle, within a circle, within a circle.
circles(3,3,3) {x^2+y^2<r, is colour1,
x^2+y^2<(2r)/3, is colour2,
x^2+y^2<r/3, is colour3,
where r=radius squared}
EXAMPLE 3:
A circle within a circle, within a circle, within a circle.
circles(4,4,4) {x^2+y^2<r, is colour1,
x^2+y^2<(3r)/4, is colour2,
x^2+y^2<r/2, is colour3,
x^2+y^2<r/4, is colour4,
where r=radius squared}
EXAMPLE 4:
A circle within a circle, within a circle, within a circle.
circles(4,2,4) {x^2+y^2<r, is colour1,
x^2+y^2<(3r)/4, is colour2,
x^2+y^2<r/2, is colour1,
x^2+y^2<r/4, is colour2,
where r=radius squared}

PROBLEM 1:
circles(a,b,c)
a=number of circles
b=number of colours
c=number of circle sizes
Give values for a,b and c where circles(a,b,c) has no solution and
prove that it has no solution.

PROBLEM 2:
x-1 circles within a circle.
circles(x,x,x)
x=number of circles
x=number of colours
x=number of circle sizes
Find a clear notation where the number of circles equals the number
of colours which in turn also equals the number of circle sizes.
Examples one, two and three are clues to this problem.

PROBLEM 3:
A circle intercepting another circle of equal size.
circles(2,3,1) {?}

clue:
circles(2,3,1) {circle1[+ve sqrt(r-x^2),-ve sqrt(r-x^2)],
circle2[+ve sqrt(r-[x-A]^2),-ve sqrt(r-[x-A]^2)],
circle1-intersection is colour1,
circle2-intersection is colour2,
intersection is colour3,
where r=radius squared,
A=translation along the x axis }
Find the value of A.

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WEEK 12
452

23-5-17

(80) Musical Rounders.

"Get back, get back, get back to where you once belong." I sing and
I play a few bars of a song and then I run with my guitar to the
next point to sing and play a few bars of another song. I am aware
of someone watching me. I am hoping that this person watching me
knows the songs that I play, although I am thrashing my way through
these songs at such a fast rate I wonder if I relay these songs
correctly.

24-5-17

(81) My Joint.
It is more than a pound of flesh and I have second thoughts about
putting this joint of meat in the oven. I am stood there looking at
this joint as I hold it in my hands. Tony walks past and casually
informs me that it will take half an hour to cook in the oven. I
look at the clock on the wall and I wonder to myself, 'Do I want to
wait that long?' I look at the shape of this joint of meat and the
shape seems familiar to me. I seem to remember that I have eaten
this joint once before in 1984. This joint of meat is so tough that
it never gets digested. Tastlessly it gets chewed over and it never
gets put away. Like some fossil of meat I decide not to eat it
again. It has been preserved forever and so I put it aside. It is
never to be eaten again.

28-5-17

(82) A Little Perusal.

We are parked up on the top of a little scorched grassy incline
somewhere deep in this African nation. I am to clean up this bus.
I am to clean up the sweetcorn and the coconuts into the crates, but
it is getting late. 'Where are the people to help me?' I am thinking
to myself. I am standing at the front of the bus as I look down this
long bus and then out through the big screen at the back of the bus,
I can see some activity down the old grassy track where the bus has
previously been. Some people are making their way on up the grassy
incline to the bus. Suddenly some people come alive in the bus and
as they do so we all clean up the bus whilst we dance and we sing
out loudly. "Have you ever been to The Bus Stop Shop?" Someone asks
me. "It is so cheap there!" They tell me before I have had a chance
to answer their first question and so I go to take a look in this
black nations shop called The Bus Stop Shop.

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947

30-5-17

(83) A Soiled Pig.

Secretly I have hidden some items in the soil; an eraser, pencil
sharpener, some drugs, a toy pig which Maz is mad about because she
wants to see this pig again to check it over for something or other.
I don't exactly know what. There are some people asleep in lines and
rows. It is all discreet but someone is talking in their sleep.

So these items are buried now for good. I took a deep trowel and
pierced the earth into a deep tunnel of a hole and in went the
items. I showed Maz before I put these items down the hole but Maz
was not happy because the toy pig was not included in these items
and telling Maz that I had already hidden the toy pig did not help.

31-5-17

(84) A Blind Disconnection.

I am swimming under water. I am a humanoid whale swimming with a
female humanoid whale. We roll around each other underwater. She is
like an obese mermaid and me an obese merman. My dorsal fin stears
me back and my tail fin wraps me around her soft body. In underwater
slow motion we are gentle and giants of the deep rolling around
underwater in the swimming baths of life, but she breaks away and
swims away from me. So I make my way on up to a big tiled window
sill and I look out through this big window. Me the whale humanoid
merman with all my big belly rolls of blubber pushed up against the
glass that I see through. I look for the female who I have just
interacted with, but I do not know what she looks like. Every female
who swims past the other side of this big window I wonder if it is
she who I have been rolling around with, but I just don't know who
she is.

(85) Tables Upon A Table.

There is a girl and her girlfriend who I remember from school and
although I confidently interact with them the connection is weak.
Then I meet up with these other girls in this great hall of a room.
I am confident and I interact but the tables are small and there is
nowhere to sit. So somehow I balance myself at this small table with
the others and I am careful not to knock it all over, but it is
precarious and I am precocious as I rearrange two tiny tables which
are sat upon the small table that I am sat at. ((+_+))

1-6-17

(86) The Strange Case Of The Pressure Hose.

Some wooden drawers have been delivered. Apparently they have had
milk in them. They come all wrapped up in cellophane. So I get the
high pressure hose out and blast the drawers to clean them out.
These drawers are to have dog food in them, but the dogs do not like
to eat from milk soaked wooden drawers. So as I blast these drawers
with the high pressure hose I am surprised to see that I am setting
walls on fire behind where the drawers are stood. I just hear this
voice, "Woo! Stop! You'd better hope that this fire will go out!"
There is melted plastic and I stamp out a few flames. I am really
concerned that it might take hold and burn the place down, but then
after a short while the flames subside and we are left with some
mis-shaped plastic melted out of shape. A disgruntled voice booms
out to me, "Now let that be a lesson to you! Now you've learnt
something there, haven't you!" The wooden drawers are alright they
have been washed out nicely with the high pressure hose, but I have
done some damage to the back walls and the plastic surround.

2-6-17

(87) A Touch Too Much.

I put my finger through a touch screen. I am reversing my big artic
lorry and I hit something with my lorries fourty foot trailer. So I
am on my computer trying to remedy this situation when my first
digit goes through the plexi glass. I am at this shop and I tell the
man there what I have done. I explain to him how my index finger
penetrated the plexi glass and how there are layers of thin
transparent pages behind the broken plexi glass now and that I have
found myself flicking through these transparent pages that are
underneath the broken plexi glass. He tells me to make my computer
work for me. He says, "Get your computer to clock in in the morning
like any employee would."

"That that would be difficult." I tell him.

"No I am serious." The man behind the desk reassures me.

"And be prepared for a cleaning revolution." He says as if he is
some kind of great prophet seeing into the future, while he hands
me some new plexi glass for my computer screen together with the
layers of the thin transparent pages.

4-6-17

(88) Sharon And Her Spider Machine.

I am fascinated as I watch Sharon Thompson doing her mechanics on
her car because she is partialy paralized and she has this octiframe
around her to support her. To help her to stand and to be able to
work on her car. Her weak hands work the joy stick that helps her to
use spanners, to stand up within the octiframe and to manouver
herself about. Sharon's mother is there too and she has a joystick
also. Her mother is not handicapped in any way, but she joins in
with her daughter and the octiframe to give Sharon the extra
support.

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WEEK 14
1298

6-6-17

(89) Really?
I am asked, "What's your surname?"

"Cox." I reply.

"You're not a boxer are you? Because boxers called Cox are
unstable." I am interested to hear this because I believe what I am
being told here. "Yes boxers called Cox are unstable and women who
are pregnant who are called Cox are stable." She goes on in a matter
fact kind of way and I am taking this all in because I believe what
I am told.

7-6-17

(90) A ghost In High Summer Season.

I am still getting to know this new place where I live. I am by the
seaside. There are seaside attractions, but it only gets busy in
high summer season. I live in a nice home with vertical wooden
pannels on the outside and it has big windows.

As I walk around inside this home, it is very large. I do not even

know where the light switches are yet, but I find them if I look
around for them long enough. The woman who owns this place walks
around, but she does not notice me as I watch her go by and I feed
the cat. No one knows me.

8-6-17

(91) Lovely Jenifer.

There are two ladies in the library. One of them has just helped me
on the computer, but then she has had to go off. It is nearly tea
time now and so I decide to get the file off the computer myself and
so I am putting my rubber gloves on. The other lady is the
librarian's assistant. She has short red hair and I have heard the
librarian call her Jenifer. Jenifer is very helpful and often
outshines the librarian with her helpfulness I feel.

I am back home for tea now with my mum and my sister Maz, "What's
for tea then?" I ask them both.

Maz replies, "We've got candles and a duck!" As she watches my

reaction to her reply.

I retort. "Does that mean that we have a wax duck then?" I conclude
this by trying to be witty and feeling clever with myself. I look
for some feedback for my humourous remark, but mum and Maz are not
as keen on my remark as I am.
9-6-17

(92) This Dull Space.

I am in the car with my family just me my mum and my dad. My dad is
driving us on some grassy field and we are ushered up at a
designated parking spot. There are a few other car loads of friends
who are also parking up near us. We stay in the car when we park up
and I look out of the window of our car to get a glimpse of where
our friends have parked up. We find ourselves all huddled up in our
vehicle, me, mum and dad. The atmosphere is a bit tense. "Will you
stop starring at us?" My mum whispers to me in a determined tone.
"We're not performing for you." She says to me sternly.

"Thank God for that!" I exclaim with a childish expression.

"Ay!" She and my dad snap back with frowns and glares.

Alan Ward has joined us now and he is drinking cans of beer. He

tells us that he had ten cans yesterday as he smokes his cigarette
and I look at him. I am thinking to myself that all that drinking is
not good for him. I imagine a smokey alcoholic induced dehydration
of a headache for him. Empathically I can feel his wuzzy head now as
he draws on his cigarette and it glows brighter for a few seconds
which lights us all up briefly in this dull and smokey space that we
find ourselves in.

10-6-17

(93) Bell Sung Was A Gas.

"Anyone for some Sex Pistols cheese cake? Free with the bollocks
album. Never mind the bollocks here's the cheese cake. A crumbly
biscuit base with a union jack topping and more cheese than you can
manage in the middle! God save the cream ay Johnny. Pour some cream
on me today and stuff someone else. Be a man. Stuff someone. Stuff
yourself!"

I cannot believe what I am hearing, an advert for cheese cake with

attitude on the radio. This is in bad taste. "I've heard it all
now!"

(94) Snap, Snap, Boom!

I go around this ladies house. I go through all the routine of a
care plan to get her up. I feed the crocodile as it floats like a
log in the swampy back garden. I follow policy and procedure and it
only takes one neutron bomb to get her up and out of bed.

11-6-17

(95) Meantime.
We go around to this lasses house she has sausage legs and she puts
wellington boots on her fat feet. The street that she lives down is
dry now, but for some reason we know that when we return it will be
flooded. There is another girl who is stood on the top of my feet.
She holds onto my sleeves with her hands. Her left foot stands on my
right foot and her right foot stands on my left foot as she faces me
and I walk her around. She keeps falling off my feet as she hitches
a lift on them and as we walk the streets. We shall return and it
will be flooded, but in the meantime ...
(96) Wanking Off In Art Class.
I am sat at a table. There is a girl to the left of me and a girl to
the right of me, but they are on the opposite side of the table. I
just can't stop masterbating. There is so much seamen flowing to the
floor that one of the girls asks me, "Are you alright?"

"Yeah." I reply positively and surprised that she would ask me such
a question. There is newspaper on the floor and the seamen is
splashing on the newspaper as a pale sky blue water colour paint
until there is a puddle down there splashing out circular ripples of
pale sky blue water paint.

(97) A White Building And An Influx Of Dark People.

Billy has an ear infection. This lass is worried that she has caused
his ear infection somehow. I reassure her, I say, "Billy has often
had an ear infection." I am thinking to myself, 'He does not look
after himself. He drinks excessively every night.'

We are at this large white concrete building. There are two railway
lines which come to buffer stops in the grounds of this building.
There are hundreds of us who have trespassed onto this land. I climb
up onto the roof of this large white concrete building there are two
other lads already up there on the roof. There is another concrete
white wall on the roof where the building goes up even higher and in
this white wall there is a window with a thick insulated wire coming
out of it. One of the lads pulls the wire several times and the
window eventually opens up. I am surprised as I watch the two lads
climb into the window and disappear into this big white building. I
am thinking, 'They are in big trouble if they get caught inside that
building!' I decide to climb down off the roof and as I look around
I see that there are hundreds of people milling around, trespassing
in the grounds of this building. Dark figures in dark clothes,
moving around hundreds of them in contrast to the white grounds of
this white building as the sun shines on the brilliance of the
brilliant white concrete. I see a lass with her phone out and I
wonder if she is some kind of official calling security. I don't
even know what this building is.

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395

12-6-17

(98) As I Address Limbo.

We are getting up and dressed to see where the clothes fit and to
see where we end up. Then we have to get undressed in the correct
way in order to get back to where we have come from. This is my
concern, that I may get to where I get by getting dressed, but then
it is getting back correctly that I think that I will find difficult
and so I feel that I am in limbo here.

14-6-17

(99) As I Feast On A Buffet In Crystaline Light.

I find myself in a large public hall. There are quite a few people
here and there is a speaker at one end of the hall or maybe he is a
preacher of some sort. I am with my family here as I decide to just
sneak into another large room where there is the biggest buffet you
have ever seen and I am keen on some chocolate swiss roll, but I am
discrete. I do not want everyone to know what I eat. There is so
much glassware here. The light shines onto it and in through this
glassware which is everywhere brightly lighting up all around us. It
is like a room full of diamonds as the crystal glass glints ornately
in this place. This is a crystal sugar bowl of super optical light.
A feast of food and of a transparancy that reflects irridescently
and beautifuly. This room is a jewel of light and I am clearly
impressed.

17-6-17

(100) Looks Can Be Deceptive. (meditation)

There is a man who looks like a big fat catapilla. He is a lavae, a
squirming lump of bright green and yellow. People think that he is
grumpy because of the way that he looks, but he is not grumpy and
when people get to talk to him and get to know him they are
surprised. I can see that there is a black beetle with a red crash
helmet on who is talking to this man and it is a very cordial
conversation that they have too. Now the beetle he just flies off to
somewhere over there. So then the lavae of a man starts to become
the pupae of a man as he is squirming on the spot and he is not
getting anywhere.

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22-6-17

(101) A Playground Oasis.

School children can be cheeky. A teacher is told by a student,
"You're not from around here, go back." The child instructs the
teacher. The teacher is from London. He is a supply teacher and he
has been draughted in, but this is northern England and London is in
the south of England.

There is a child who is giving me some cheek. "You're fat sir. God
look at how fat you are." He says as he shows me a disgusted facial
expression. I look down at myself and I think to myself. 'I'm not
that fat. I might not be as thin as I used to be, but I'm not that
fat.' With one hand I grab hold of both of this lads lapels and
everytime he gives me some cheek, without letting go of his lapels
my index finger of that hand pokes him under his chin. But I am
careful because he is a child and I am an adult. I could permanently
disable him with one hand tied behind my back. I would never do
that, but he keeps on giving me cheek. So with minimum force I keep
poking him under his chin everytime he insults me.

It is breaktime now and I am being as cool as I can be. There is a

wire mesh fence with holes in it and I negotiate my way through
this fence careful not to get stuck to find myself in a playground.
I climb onto a red square frame but as I step onto it, the frame
pivots in the centre. My weight on the frame tilts it down to the
ground because there is a schoolgirl on the frame next to me and I
hear her quietly moan about me as she eventually has to break with
her private concerntration and acknowledge me. On the opposite side
of this frame, now up in the air, is a young school boy who is like
some Liam Gallagher singing out loud up in the air at the top of his
voice and without a care in the world.

23-6-17

(102) Ian's Team.

First I am in one team and then suddenly I am opted out into another
team. I lose my drink to the old team. It was a non alkaholic
beverage, but now in this new team there is only alkaholic drinks,
mainly beer and I do not drink alkahol. I search in vain for a
suitable drink for me. I have no choice. It is mostly lager beer,
which is sealed in a plastic that I do not know how to get into.
Then I get it. No wonder there is only beer in this team because Ian
is in this team!

(103) A Key Conundrum.

I am sharing a flat with some others. I am stood outside this flat
and there is a key in the flat door which is shut. I think to
myself, 'Is that my key in the door? Did I leave that in there?' I
am thinking that the flat is empty and that everyone is out, but
then I hear some voices in the flat. Gary is in there with Paula as
Paula has brought round some videos and information to answer some
of the hardest questions to this quiz that we are taking. I hear
Gary say to Paula, "Isn't the North East depressing." And before
Paula can reply Gary concludes, "I can say that because I am from
the North West." And then he laughs at his own witty remark.
Meanwhile I am wondering to myself, 'Whose key is this in the door?'

24-6-17

(104) Sleep Safely Now.

I am lying in bed half asleep, but I am aware of other people around
me and there are some knives. The people around me are my friends
and my family and they are taunting me with these knives. My friends
and my family are crazy and I do not trust them. So I wake up and
there by my pillow are three sharpe knives. So I pick up the knives
and I put them away in a tool box on the floor in my room by my bed.
Those knives could have stabbed me in my head. I am aware that the
other people around me in my room are watching me. They can see what
I do, but I can go back to bed without being taunted anymore and I
can sleep safely now.

25-6-17

(105) I Am Here.
I go around to this ladies house. I have been here before. Hopefully
I am not here too early and that she still wants me. It is still
dark outside now, but this call is a regular one and everything is
familiar to me. From the address to the layout of the furniture. I
know where I am with this call.

(106) Adi You Plonker!

I go around to Brian Eams house as I am due to do a run with him,
but I am waiting ages and then he asks someone to help him move this
big white fridge. 'I can't wait any longer.' I think to myself and
so I am prompted to say, "I'm going now Brian." And impatiantly I
just find my way out I think about the implications of what I have
just done. 'I will not have any work because Brian has got all the
addresses for the run and Brian will not be able to do the run
either because he does not have someone who can help him now.'
So now that I am outside I am searching all over. I am struggling to
find my way. I am looking for the exit onto the road, but no matter
where I go I cannot find my way out of here and I conclude that I am
stuck in Brian's back garden. Then the man who was helping Brian to
move his fridge comes out and I ask him, "Do you know how to get out
of here?"

"Did you know that there is no mathematician called 'Brilliant'?" He

tells me randomly.

"I'm not brilliant." I confess to him and I find myself going

through a few Mathematicians names in my head:

'I guess that the eighteenth centuary mathematician Euler was

probably the greatest mathematician, or maybe it was John Von
Neuman. Henri Poincare at the begining of the twentieth centuary was
the last universal mathematician. (universal meaning that he knew
all of the subject before the subject of mathematics became to big.)
Although, when asked how much of mathematics John Von Neuman knew,
after careful consideration he said that he knew Twenty eight
percent of the subject. This was in the nineteen fifties.' So I am
thinking all this as Brian's friend shows me the way out of Brian's
back garden. I am grateful for his direction, although I do feel
like a plonker for getting lost in Brian's back garden.

(107) Only Red Towels.

I meet Liam Gallager. I go round to his flat. Someone says, "Notice
that there's no blue towels." 'What does that mean?' I wonder to
myself. He is alright Liam. We have a really good night out. I even
forget that it is Liam Gallager! I shake his hand at the end of the
night. I say to him, "You are alright you are." He is so modest and
unassuming. Come to think about it he didn't even look like Liam
Gallager.

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(108) How Many Hertz?

There is an upside down push bike. The tyre on the back wheel is as
wide as a car tyre. This bike is peddled so that the back wheel is
spinning at seventy five kilometers per hour. The sun shines down
onto the back tyre as it is spinning and suddenly there is an
illumination that shines stroboscopically from the back tyre, from
the reflection of the sun shining down onto it. This is no ordinary
tyre.

The radius of the back wheel is from point p on the circumference of

the wheel to point t at its spindle.

The radius of the front cog that is joined to the peddles is from
point q on the circumference of the front cog to point u at its
spindle.

The radius of the rotation of the peddles is from point r at the

peddle to point u at its spindle.
The radius of the back cog that is joined to the back wheel is from
point s on the circumference of the back cog to point t at its
spindle.

The circumference of the back wheel is from point p to point p.

The circumference of the front cog that is joined to the peddles is

from point q to point q.

The circumference of the rotation of the peddle is from point r to

point r.

The circumference of the back cog that joined to the back wheel is
from point s to point s.

The ratio of the gears is the circumference of the front cog divided
by the circumference of the back cog. This will give the number of
times the peddles rotate in comparison to the number of times that
the back wheel rotates.

The inverse of the ratio of the gears and is the circumference of

the back cog divided by the circumference of the front cog. This
will give the number of times the back wheel rotates in comparison
to the number of times that the peddles rotate.

Hertz equals the number of times per second that an event takes
place. ie. one hertz may be the single rotation of the back wheel in
one second.

Question 1:
How many hertz will the back wheel spin at to get to seventy five
kilometers per hour where circumference p equals one meter?

Question 2:
How many hertz will you have to peddle at to get to seventy five
kilometers per hour where circumference p equals one meter and the
ratio of the gears equals 2:1?

(109) Rude Boy.

Shane Holland, Ian Metcalf and myself catch this bus and we stand at
the door where we have just got on because Ian is talking to the bus
driver and now he is singing a lewd song and we are laughing. I
don't get all the lyrics, but the gist of the song is of someone
having sex with themself.

Squeeze Box.

There is a young lass

who is usually quiet.
She found here squeeze box
and decided to try it.
She screams in the night
with such pleasures and delight
that people are starting to enquire about it.
Now she's not so shy
with her curly locks.
So she always pops up
to play with her box
as it helps her to pass her time by.

She plays at a rate

that makes her vibrate
to a frequency that beggers belief.
There's no time to date
as it gives such relief
and no one could match it as a mate.

She plays so much

and the pleasure is such
that she sqeezes and squeezes
until it takes a toll
as she plays with light fingers
'Down The Rabbit Hole.'

Later Ian sings another song to an American lass. I watch them both
intently. Ian is delivering this song with such glee. The American
lass is fascinated with Ian. I watch her facial expressions as she
cringes slightly and I cringe too and I doubt that anyone has ever
stuck their own penis up their own arse!

28-6-17

(110) The Right Channels.

I go out for a trip to France. There is a big queue of traffic up
ahead. There are two lanes. I am driving my car and I get into the
right hand lane to turn right across the traffic. Suddenly I am not
driving a car anymore and I am in the same place but I am walking.
There is a train to the right of me that is slowly over taking me
with all its carriages, slowly passing me by. This train turns onto
the right track.

The train has now passed me by and I am aware of another train

coming from the opposite direction. It is slow moving, it turns to
the left onto the track behind the first train that has turned right
and I find myself walking on the train track with a big group of
other people behind the train. We will be catching this train for
France as it will be stopping here for us all to get onto it.

I see Mark Boldham and he is on this trip too. "Is it good to be

going to France?" I ask him.

"No, but it's good to get away from here." He replies to be cool
about this trip to France. I smile at Mark's remark. It's not like
France is a million miles away from England. It is just a train ride
under the English channel, through the channel tunnel and then we
are there, but it is a totally different culture in France. This is
mainland Europe with totally different languages and I too am glad
to be getting away from what I perceive to be the over familiar
way of life in England.

29-6-17
(111) Dick!
I am parked up in this cul de sac, on this grassy area and I am just
watching this man get something out of his van. It is big white and
rolled up and looks to be light. The man is in a rush and he runs
with this big white rolled up package and bang! He runs into his own
van door which he has left open. 'Ouch!' that will hurt him I think
to myself. He is not happy. He is shouting at his van and now he is
pushing the van door back the wrong way. He must be as strong as two
people. He is a big white male, about in his thirties and as he is
raging and shouting, to my surprise the white van door is creaking
and buckling and giving way.

This man with a white van is now doing something on the grassy area.
I do not know what he is doing, but he is making a do, do do, do, do
do, noise. I have things out of my van strewn across this grass and
I am not comfortable here now. This man is unpredictable. He is a
knob head.

(112) Quitter.
I am sent out to deliver milk. "Come on! I want two bottles of milk.
I'm a busy nurse." This irate woman yells out to me and another
woman yells, "Yeah come on! I want some milk too."

'God, these women are pissed off. They must have had some bad
service in the past to react like this. I am new here, It's not like
I have given them a bad service in the past.' I go and look at my
milk trolley. It is nothing more than a hand cart on wheels. I pull
the handle and the trolley tips over. There is a smash! Milk and
broken glass line inside my trolley and helplessly I wonder what I
can do. I look up and I see a man sprawled on the grass and I notice
that he has a tube of glue next to him. It looks like this man is
out of it. He is not aware of me, or anything as far as I can tell.
It is just then that I remember that I do not work any more. I have
handed my notice in. 'So why have I turned up for work today?' I
find myself wondering to myself. It is just then that I realise that
no one will miss me if I just walk away. No one will ever know that
I turned up for work and then just walked away from it and so that
is what I do. I just walk away.

30-6-17

(113) The Beef And The Bear.

This is a summer's evening and we are camping in this field. There
is a tent up and there is a large sturdy table with some food on it.
I am serving myself up some food. I have got some chips and there is
a big joint of beef which I am tearing apart with my hands. This
beef is tough and it takes all my strength to rip out a suitable
chunk of beef for myself. Maz is here and she looks over to what I
am doing, she says, "That's the bit of beef that had most of the
ginger when I cooked it. No wait it's mouldy look." She points to
it. I am colourblind and so I cannot see that it is mouldy but I
take Maz's word for it.

"A Bear!" I shout at Maz and throw the beef at this big black bear
who is just behind Maz with its head up sniffing the air. Being the
brave person that I am I run around behind this tent, but then my
path is blocked by the biggest kangeroo with a baby kangeroo which
are layed out snoringnon the grass which vibrates the earth with
which I am stood on. I decide that the big black bear is not that
scary after all and I go back round the tent the way that I came.

(114) In Contrast.
I am playing football in this big field with Neil Mc Cleave, with
big kicks in the air, a bit of running and some cocky contact with
the football as we pass to each other and practice our allegiant
skills.

In contrast there are two girls playing football with each other. We
watch the video of them later and we notice the fouls and the hair
pulling. In slow motion the camara zooms in, into the hand grabs of
locks of hair and into the pushing and pulling as the girls tackle
each other and compete with each other aggressively. The nasty cows.

1-7-17

(115) Mum's Mansion.

I am in an old mansion. This mansion is occupied with females and
me, young and old women. I notice an attractive woman, but I do not
fancy my chances with her. I am wandering around this mansion. The
rooms are painted bright orange and a not so obvious blue colour.
There are clothes and cushions and all things made of fabric that I
have to walk around to avoid. There is a woman who is throwing
clothes onto different piles. Sorting out all the pants into one
pile, all the socks into another pile and so on. There are many
other women who are casually chatting. There is one woman I notice
with light blue hair. So I keep wandering around this mansion and I
find myself in this large empty room. The floors are wooden and
creeky. I am upstairs and there is a settee with sheets on it, in
this room and there is a big window, but I do not look out of the
window and then I hear an air raid siren. 'Are we about to be
attacked?' I wonder to myself. 'Am I safe here in this mansion if we
get bombed?' I continue to wonder to myself. So this is enough to
get me moving. I walk out of this room to the top of the stairway
when I hear my mu call me, "Adi, your dinner is ready." It is at
this point that I wonder if I am awake or asleep and so I decide to
jump from the top of the stairs to the bottom to see if it will wake
me up. There is a moment of finding the courage to jump, followed by
a moment of weightlessness only to be interupted with a big wooden
thud as I landon my feet at the bottom of the stairs. 'No, I am
still here. I have not woken up.' I think to myself after my
landing, having jumped from a landing at the top of the stairs. My
hands are numb now and I start hitting my hands together with each
other to stop the numbness from spreading any further into my hands
and then I am in bed still hitting my hands and the numbness is
subsiding. It is dark in my room.

2-7-17

(116) Mr Fellon My Chemistry Teacher.

My chemistry teacher is in prison. He is only out on parole to do
some teaching. I was chatting to another teacher, Miss
Somethingorother and my chemistry teacher arrives. He is unshaven.
He sits down with a bowl full of cereal. As he has his head down sat
there at this table spooning his milky cereal breakfast into his
munchy mouth. I explain to him, "I am concerned about the peroxide
in the upper chamber in my chemistry experiment." I feel good
talking about this to my teachers as I feel that I know what I am
talking about.

"If that is what you are concerned about then it shows that you are
on the correct lines in your chemistry experiment." Concludes my
chemistry teacher. He goes on to talk about being in prison. 'Well
he doesn't mind admitting to being a convict in prison.' I think to
myself and I further wonder what it is like to be in prison. I
consider asking him a question or two about his prison caper as I am
looking at him thoughtfully and at the same time I am not listening
to a word that he is saying to me. In the end I do not ask him about
his prison life and then our attentions are diverted when I suddenly
find that I myself am somewhere else.

(117) Winners We Are.

There is four of us. We are all winners. We have won a flight on
this delta winged aircraft and all four of us are just getting to
know each other. This jet aircraft is parked up on a square tarmac
area. This area looks like the top of a skyscraper. Two of the four
of us have gone out of this aircraft for a walk and a smoke. So
there is just me and this lass on board this delta winged aircraft
when the engines charge up. This jet aircraft that we are in starts
moving backwards. "Someone's touched the controls!" I shout to the
other lass and I am horrified that I am in an out of control
aircraft. Dramatically we go off the edge of the tarmac square and
disasterousy we plunge into a deep dive backwards and into a deep
body of water. My life is over is my conclusion with all the terrors
of such a tradgedy when miraculously there is an unprecidented
change and the body of water becomes tarmac to land on. There is a
commotion outside and one of the people who went outside for a smoke
and a walk is throwing large rocks at this big window that me and
this lass find ouselves behind. The aircraft has morphed and then it
morphs again into large steel and glass walls which rise up in front
of us out of the ground. The lass who I am running around with
suddenly exclaims "It's a maze!" And we are running through this
maze which is popping up as large steel and glass walls out of the
tarmac ground.

Things have settled down now and the four of us find ourselves in
the aircraft as before as if nothing has ever happened. This Geordie
bloke with his broad Geordie accent starts chatting. He tells me
that I am quiet. I say nothing, I just aknowledge him with a nod. He
goes on talking about his marriage and how wonderful it is. He talks
about all the opportunities that he has had with other women and
about how faithfull he is to his wife. I believe him. He talks
honestly with such love and passion for his wife. 'He has had more
luck with women than me.' I think to myself as I quickly reflect on
my non existant love life, but it is what it is and I am quite happy
with my life the way that it is, here in this aircraft with three
other winners as I tidy up some mess on the floor and sweep it up
with a pan and brush.

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3-7-17
(118) Clair Voyant The Medic.
I am walking around and I am not sure where I should be. I find
myself going onto this ambulance. There is no emergancy and there is
about six emergency medics on board this ambulance. They all look
bored with nothing to do and I am disturbing them as I am on this
ambulance trying to get past them stepping over them and whatnot. I
decide that I don't think that I should be on this ambulance. There
is one other lad on this ambulance and then the rest of the medics
on board are females. The lad has made himself comfortable on the
back seat with covers on him as I step over him to get past. I get
to the front of the ambulance and I am stepping over these lasses
who are sat in the front seats and I recognize one of them. "Hello."
I say surprized to see her and she immediatly recognizes me. We get
talking and she asks me, "What do people say when they are dead?"

"They don't say anything, they are dead." I answer her smiling at
her and wondering why she is asking such an obvious question. She is
embarressed now, but we keep talking and the subject moves on. She
is a nice lass and I enjoy our conversation, but I do feel like
there is something that I am just not getting here.

(119) Waking Up.

I am supporting the elderly to go out. Individually I take them to
their desired destinations in the morning. These destinations are
all in the busy city centres which I have to negociate all the
traffic of people and the busy roads. When I arrive at these
destinations with my elderly companions who I am dropping off
individually I find someone to receive them. I ask what time will be
a good time to pick them back up again, to take them home. The only
thing is, is that I have supported a few ederly people out to their
desired destinations, but I have not clocked in at these
destinations and so I will not get paid for all the work that I have
done this morning. 'Wake up Adi' I think to myself as I am
disappointed with myself for not remembering to clock in, but I
accept it in my mind. This time on this drop off I remember to clock
in. So now I have done all my many runs for this morning and I see
that I have finished early. So now as I am randomly wandering the
city streets and rubbing shoulders with the other pedestrians. A
black and white television switches on in my mind and I am watching
this TV in my mids eye and as I am wandering the busy city streets,
I am listening to this TV in my minds ear:

A serious male voice on this program says, "What will you do when
you get old?" There is a black and white visual of a decrpit old man
tottering about. This serious male voice goes on to say, "How will
you be when you are old and in ill health? Will you become nasy and
frail? Will you become a horrible person as you reach ill old age?"
The visual is of twisted old people being as twisted and as old as a
twisted and old person could be. All in black and white.

I switch the television off in my mind. 'This program is shit! It is

such low vibration it will only get me down.' I think for myself and
I start to reprogram myself, as I am walking around these busy city
streets and rubbing shoulders with the other pedestrians who in turn
are walking around with their television minds, but I am waking up.

4-7-17
(120) War Torn And Deralict.
We are a tight knit family. There is much poverty here and I do not
have much money. We are down on our luck and we are broken. I am
burying some clothes. I have put these clothes in a back pack bag
because these clothes are damaged. I try to save some of these
clothes. I manage to save a pair of old jeans. I look at a blue
striped shirt, but it has blood stains on it and so it goes into a
dusty hole in the ground to be burried. There is a man who is not
family who goes by. We are guarded with our actions and we do not
speak to him. We barely speak to our own family members such is the
deprovation around here. You see our family has been damaged and we
are grieving here. So solomn is our demeneour and dieing are our
peoples. I am sad for my people.

(121) Neighbourly Love.

I am in a square swimming pool that is in someones garage. I am
swimming with two lovely ladies, but one of my neighbours, Mr
Mitchel is stood on the side of this pool and he is telling me
sharply, "Watch what you are doing in that pool!" I decide to take
a deep breath and to sink to the bottom of the swimming pool. It is
about three metres deep to the floor at the bottom of this pool and
it takes me some time to sink down there. I eventually go back up
and I spring up out of the water to get my breath back. "That's it
you go and hide yourself in that water when I am talking to you!"
shouts Mr Mitchel to me. 'Is he still on one with me? What is his
problem?' I think to myself and I swim among the two loverly ladies.
I decide to keep quiet to keep the peace and the two lovely ladies
are not saying anything either, but that Mr Mitchel is really
getting on my nerves.

We are all out of the swimming pool now. The two lovely ladies and
myself are walking back through the streets with Mr Mitchel from the
swimming pool in the garage to go back home. "Here carry this!" Mr
Mitchel snaps at me, in an annoying tone. I grab hold of some yellow
wet proof clothes that he hands over to me and I notice that some of
them have press studs on them. So I am attatching these yellow water
proof clothes together with their press studs. As I am doing this I
am walking the streets with the two lovely ladies and Mr Mitchel.
Some of these yellow water proofs do not have press studs on them,
but manage to press stud three jackets together. One of the jackets
has a double press stud on it which can take two press studs. One
jacket joined at the front of this stud and another jacket pressed
into the back of this stud. So that I have three yellow water proof
jackets that are joined together by press studs. "What are you doing
with those jackets?" Mr Mitchel interupts my concerntration and I do
not like his tone. In fact I have not liked his tone all night.

I am super annoyed. I am shocked to find that I have punched Mr

Mitchel in his right ear several times with my right fist. "Will you
shut up you fucking cunt!?" I shout out loudly, clearly pronounces
each word to emphasise my irritation. Then I punch Mr Mitchel in his
right ear several more times as he unsuccessfully tries to avoid my
fist by crouching down and that has surely shut him up, as sure as
it wakes me up.

5-7-17
(122) A Glimpse.
I am here in this precious garden. There are iridescent shells of
mother of pearl and there are purply blue roses in bloom. She has a
growth of greenary, a musicality with which I interact with, as I
play a tune in this effervescent lady's beautiful garden. I play
with her sweet music for a very short while. She has a subtlty that
evaporates so quickly and so I have glimpsed a rare prize, before it
all fades away. In no time at all this feeling has gone. Her words
have been heard and her song has been sung.

(123) So Many Questions.

For some reason I find myself in the grounds of this nice old stone
walled hotel. I am walking across the green lawns of this hotel when
I here an incoming helicopter. So I watch this helicopter up in the
blue skies above as it slows its movement, as it hovers above my
head. 'It looks like this helicopter is landing here on the lawns of
this hotel.' I am thinking to myself, when I see the helicopter loop
up forward just above me and then it comes tumbling down tail first.
There is a deep sense of panic inside me. This helicopter might land
on me, but before I have a chance to get out of the way this
helicopter has crashed into the ground, close by on the lawns of
this hotel and I am stunned. I look across at the wreckage to see
the lady pilot of this helicopter layed out on top of this wreckage
and she is not moving. There is another lady who has come out of the
hotel who comes rushing over to this crash scene and immediately
gets across and into the wreckage. "Should I phone the emergency
services?" I ask the lady as I try to get to grips with this
stituation.

"There is no point." Is her instant reply to me. So this leaves me

wondering, 'Is that because the pilot is dead, or what? And what is
this lady doing in the crash scene?' I have so many questions.

For some reason I am aware that the timing of this helicopter's

arrival is close to the goldem mean ratio. It is 13.21 as I look at
my watch. These numbers are in the fibonacci sequence:

1,1,2,3,5,8,13,21,34,55,89,144, ...

The nth number in the fibonacci sequence when divided by the (n-1)
number is asymptotically ever closer to the golden mean value as n
gets larger.

The formula for the nth fibonacci term is:

[(((1+sqrt(5))/2)^n-((1-sqrt(5))/2)^n]/sqrt(5)

If G is the golden mean then:

G = (1+sqrt(5))/2 = 1.61803398875 to 11 d.p.

21/13 = 1.615384615 to 9 d.p.

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Essentialy the golden mean G is the ratio that satisfies the

following:

y/x = (x+y)/y where y>x

rearranging the formula we get:

y^2 = x^2 + xy

If y=1 then the formula becomes the quatratic equation:

x^2 + x = 1

The two solutions to the Quadratic equation x^2+x=1 are:

Ax^2+Bx-C=0 So A=1, B=1, C=-1,

Solution x1 = [-B + sqrt(B^2 - 4AC)]/2A

= [-1 + sqrt(1^2 - 4(1)(-1))]/[2(1)]
= [-1 + sqrt(1 --4)]/2
= [-1 + sqrt(5)]/2
= G - 1

Solution x2 = [+B + sqrt(B^2 - 4AC)]/2A

= [1 + sqrt(1^2 - 4(1)(-1))]/[2(1)]
= [1 + sqrt(1 --4)]/2
= [1 + sqrt(5)]/2
= G

The formula for the nth fibonacci term is:

[(((1+sqrt(5))/2)^n-((1-sqrt(5))/2)^n]/sqrt(5)

6-7-17

(124) In The Frame.

We are in this big warehouse with a shiny smooth concrete floor.
There is me and a few other lads and lasses and there are potato
crisps everywhere that need clearing up. There must have been a few
burst crisp bags here. This lass is crunching up these crisps on the
floor to make them smaller. I'm wondering, 'Why is she breaking up
the crisps like that? They just need to be swept up. It will take
ages to clear up these crisps if we crunch them up before we sweep
them up and we will be wanting to go home sometime today.'

Later I am opening some packagings. I am wondering what it is in

these packagings and I accidently unpack them too much. I get down
to some wine gums Ooops! I've opened them too far. But seeing as
though they have been opened now, these wine gums are damaged goods
so we might as well taste them to see what they taste like and I
share them out.

There is a spray bottle that I find. As I am opening it up I am

wondering, 'What is it in here?' I am aware of some people looking
over my shoulder and they too are wondering and then in unison they
say, "It's corn oil!" It is held within this plastic frame with its
plastic leavers. I am just working out how the frame fits over the
plasic spray bottle. I pull a small white plastic leaver on the
spray bottle frame and it releases a part of the plastic frame that
pivots over the spray bottle, but Chris Smith has put a finger in
this mechanism and I am quick to notice and so I do not close the
frame onto the spray bottle, as this would crush Chris's finger.
Chris has a shock when he realises what he has done and pulls his
finger away immediately. He is concerned about what could have
happened. What nearly happened, namely him getting a crushed finger.
"I knew that your finger was in there Chris and so I did not close
the frame up." I reasure him, but that was a close call. It was
almost a crushed finger for Chris. We don't want any industrial
accidents here.

7-7-17

(125) Fret Board Blues.

I've got a gig to play

at this couples house. They say
that its an easy place to find
and they don't mind,
as I get stuck into my set.
There is no let.
Before I know it
the show is over, shit!
I'm due to play another show
and you know.

Tripping on our fret board blues.

Our spider hands are running up and down.
Tripping on our fret board blues.

This gig is harder to find.

I'm jamming with Gary
and I'm playing blind.
We've never jammed before,
but it all goes well,
as far as I can tell.
So as he sings
on these things
that we do
as we travel
we're just passing through
doing our show,
and you know.

Tripping on our fret board blues.

Our spider hands are running up and down.
Tripping on our fret board blues.

8-7-17
(126) A Mark Of Ignition.
Paula has put her gas blowers on, on the walls. They are burning gas
to a tourch flame, to heat up this room. Paula checks her gas level
in the wall. She can see through the gas container in the wall, as
it is a clear plastic and the gas is stored in there as a dark
liquid. There is not much left of this dark liquid gas. It will last
a little while longer, but Paula will need to get some more gas
later.

There is an old lady sat in her wheelchair. Paula and myself help
her to get undressed. The old lady has a fluffy white top on that
feels soft and synthetic to the touch. I notice that there is a mark
on the sleeve of this top. It is about the size of a thumb. It is a
creamy coloured mark that is soaked into the sleeve of this top. I
am looking at this mark in the old ladies sleeve when I suddenly
notice a yellow flame come up dancing from this creamy mark. So I am
tapping this flame down with my hand as the flame is dancing around
on this fluffy white top. This flame will not go out. No matter how
much I try to tamper the flame down, it comes back up dancing around
and it starts to spread. "Quick Paula! We are going to have to get
this top off. Quickly!" I instruct Paula with an urgent panic. The
flames on this fluffy white top have now spread across it as we
quickly pull this top from the ladies elbow and over her head. I
throw the flaming top out of the open back door and I inadvertantly
throw the flaming top onto the lid of the green plastic rubbish bin.
So then I have to go outside and quickly pull the flaming top off
the top of the green plastic rubbish bin. So that this flaming top
can melt and burn itself out on the concrete floor.

9-7-17

(127) A Change Is As Good As A Rest.

I am ready for my body transplant. We are all gathered here to jam.
To play our music, but just now I am ready for my new body.

It seems strange to see a headless torso, espescially when it is

your own headless torso that you find yourself looking at! But I
have my new body on now and I feel good. I am ready to pose to a
camera to show off my new and improved physique and ready to play my
music to the good people who have gathered here tonight.

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2621

10-7-17

(128) A Bad Influence And A Good Fucking Time.

This is a party that we are not ment to have. This party has been
organised and orchastrated by a lad called Tomo who has influenced
us and roped us all in and it is so much fun. Tomo has made a lot of
party things out of black bin liners and also a lot of things out of
red bin liners. 'Where did Tomo get those red bin liners from?' I
wonder to myself. This is so much fun. I am chatting to a gorgeous
lass who is far too nice and far too young for me. Naughty naughty,
I give her a shot of gin. She is not interested in me, but the gin
goes down in one big gulp. I am so enjoying this party, but this is
a guilty pleasure of mine because in the back of my mind I am
thinking that it will all come to an abrupt end when we all get
caught having a good fucking time. In the back of my mind I know
that I should not be having this much fun, but in the meantime ...

(129) What Will We Do?

I go out playing my music with this woman. I go around to her house
regularly to make music in her house. We have someone who is
responsable for us and for some reason this woman who I make music
with decides to ask the person who is responsable for us if it is
okay if we go out to make music at her house because there is
another lad now who is making music in another house down that very
same street. I feel that this is awkward. Awkward for the person who
is responsable for us. Awkward because we have asked them. I am just
a silent witness to this situation who watches in the background and
who wonders what we will do.

11-7-17

(130) Passing Time.

I am with this woman and we are kicking a football back and forwards
to each other. There is a passage way behind this woman and I am
aiming this football to go down this passage way. As the ball
bounces in front off me I aim looking for the perfect kick to curve
the ball up in the air to go around the woman and then on down into
the passage behind her, but she is good. She can kick a ball. She
can stop a ball. She has some skillfull footwork and a big kick to
boot too. She kicks one shot up in the air and past me. The ball
rolls off along the grass and this old chap bless him, finds a bit
of energy. He finds a bit of life as he stears his old body with its
reluctancy to move and manages to get the ball across and back to
me. I thank the old chap for his trouble and he puts his hand up in
the air as he nods his head in aknowledgment. The woman who I am
kicking the ball with complains, "I've still got two and a half
hours before the bus arrives!" I just shrug my shoulders and kick
the ball back to her.

(131) Do Your Nut.

I am negotiating my way out of a train station on my bicycle. It is
busy and people are constantly getting in my way as I ride my push
bike through and I weave between the pedestrians. I have a cardboard
box on me with two strawberry jam donuts in it. The magic thing is
that this cardboard box is like a seed. There are always two donuts
in this cardboard box because they germinate. You eat a donut out of
this cardboard box and the germination process produces another
donut with strawberry jam filling inside. It is always strawberry
jam.

This cardboard box is an unusual shape. It is an npolagonal torus.

Where n is greater than 2. When the box is closed up it has 4n
vertices, 8n edges, and 4n faces. This gives an Euler characteristic
of zero:

When the npolagonal torus is an 8polagonal torus so that n=8 we get:

V = vertices = 4n
E = edges = 8n
F = faces = 4n
C = characteristic = 0 (torus)

V - E + F = C
32 - 64 + 32 = 0 where n=8

When the cardboard box is open it is a double torus and it has 12n-4
vertices, 20n-2 edges, and 8n faces. This gives an Euler
characteristic of minus two.

V = vertices = 12n-4
E = edges = 20n-2
F = faces = 8n
C = characteristic = -2 (double torus)

V - E + F = C
92 -158 + 64 = -2 where n=8

Problem: Can you draw the shape of this box when n=3 and the box is
open?

12-7-17

(132) A New Now.

I see Tomo and Shane Crosby. They are 'the new bright and breezy.'
as we all sit down, we all talk with a new nounosity and verbosity,
they blow on me. They blow me away. They have a new insight, a new
shiny attitude, an arresting behaviour. A brighter breezier way
about themselves as they engage with me they come across with jokes
and laughter. They are fun to be around and they have a lot of new
things to say to me. They demonstrate their new type of energy. I
liken it to the energy of up beat soap characters like they have in
'Friends.' Well it all makes sense to me now. It all makes a
refreshing change and after they stop blowing on me and blowing me
away they explain their new way of life, I think that I get it now.
It is like an infectious laughter and I have got it now. I am taking
something away from all of this fravolity. I am taking something
away from this great encounter. They have truly found a new form of
consciousness that I am now only just becoming aware of, because
this is the new now and now I have just entered the new now.

13-7-17

(133) Our Odd Behaviour.

Everything has changed. My sister and I hide our modern behaviour
from our family. We avoid our mum and our grandma as we walk on our
hands and we walk upside down and backwards. We hide from the
silhouettes of our mum and our grandma's human form that is behind
the smokescreen glass door of opacity. We are constantly keeping
tabs my sister and I of the movements of our mum and our grandma so
that we can avoid them. We hide our odd behiviour from them until
one day we go smiling up to our mum standing on our hands, upside
down and backwards saluting her with our feet to our heads. "Oh my
God." Says our mum as she smiles back to us and watches our awkward
movements. We reveal our odd behaviours to her for the very first
time and I stub my roll up fag of a cigarette out into the bottom of
my damp wicker basket bin. I watch as the glowing tabacco embers on
the end of my roll up cigarette, that we call 'the carrot' is
stubbed out making a small round black mark in the bottom of my damp
wicker basket bin. I know that I should not be doing this as I am
careful not to burn my fingers. I observe the extreme heat of the
carrot on my cigarette and I feel the heat of this cigarette on my
fingers as I stub it out. I blow the last of the smoke out of my
lungs then through the movement of my lips and my mouth I direct
this smoke out around me.

(134) A Random Recital.

Me and my dad are sat relaxing in the living room when a young woman
with big round glasses on comes in through the door from outside. I
guess that she is here to see my dad for something. The next time I
look up I am surprized to see that she is sat at our piano and she
is taking her round glasses off and making her self comfortable on
the piano stool. I look at my dad who is sat reading his newspaper
and he says nothing. He doesn't even look up. I have so many
questions. I wonder to myself, 'How many more people has my mum
invited to come around here and play our piano? Does my mum charge
for the use of our piano? And should I have said hello to this lady
when she arrived?' She is ready now, she is poised to play. 'Well I
might as well listen to her and see what her playing style is like.'
I reason to myself and I sit up ready in anticipation for this
random young woman to start her recital.

14-7-17

(135) To Escape By A River.

Wrap-A-Tee-A-Wrap-A-Ho. I hear them sing their song to the two suns
in the sky. With my guitar I am scraping off the Mansfield ground
with first, A-Wrap and then A-Tee and then A-Wrap-A-Tee-A-Wrap-A-Ho
to the foundations here we go.

I watch as an old man throws a raft from one side of the river to
the other side of the river and it lands with a splash and it is all
moored up. The strange thing about this raft is that at first glance
it is made out of ducks who are all tightly packed together and then
at another glance this raft is made from onions all tied together.
This mysterious old man miraculously evades everyone only to settle
on his raft all moored up. He jumps onto his raft with a flying leap
of faith from the opposite side of the river bank!

15-7-17

(136) A Scratchy Rent.

I see my grandma being charged rent for her flat and that it is
scratching the surface. Being charged rent is somehow scratching the
surface and this is its description.

(137) Confused Feed.

I hear a 'meaow' and I look around to see where it is coming from to
find a ruby red kitten curled up and yawning up at me on the settee.
I open my lunch box to see if I can find anything in my sandwich for
the kitten and I find some chicken. There is a wide open box on the
floor for the kitten. The kitten goes into its box and I put the
food into this box, but the food has morphed from chicken out of my
sandwich and into a dead fat hamster. I wonder if the kitten will be
able to deal with this big chunk of food with fur on it, but after a
while the kitten manages to tear the dead hamster apart. I suddenly
notice a little brown rabbit in the cat box moving about with the
kitten. I look in my bag to find something for the rabbit to eat. I
am not sure what to give the rabbit to eat. I find something that is
like a celery stick that I break off from the celery root with a
crunch, but the celery stick has feathers for leaves and this leaves
me confused. I am not sure what the rabbit thinks as it sniffs and
twitches its nose at this food offering.

16-7-17

(138) The Change In Oil.

We are taking the oil out of a camera. The camera is being passed
around and individually we take the oil from a hole in the camera.
It is quite intense as we are being watched by the other people
around us as we take the oil. This oil has to be taken in the
correct way and to not take the oil in the correct way will find us
out. There is a man who is scrutanising another lad about the way
that this lad is taking the oil out of the camera. "Look." The man
instructs us all to look. "I don't believe that this lad has a
tropical disease because this oil would have congealed if he had."
The man goes on as his concern about this lad and there are
suspicions about this lad that is putting pressure on him. He is
being careful not to make a mistake as he takes the oil from the
camera and he makes sure that all this oil goes back into the same
camera in exactly the correct way that it should do. The correct way
involves some warming up of the oil which alters the viscocity of
the oil and without spilling a drop we all watch, we all witness the
heated oil as it gloopously surrounds the cicumference of the
camera's hole as it viscously changes shape to reveal the
transparent colouration in this light just before it finally
transcends down, before it descends deep into the lightlessness of
the camera's containment. It is the change in oil that is paramount
here. It is the change in the oil that reveals all to everyone and
tha way that we do this is so poigniant. Everything else is by the
wayside.

(139) The Prodigal Son.

People are not talking to me much. It is my family who are not
talking to me that much. I am out of their social circle you see and
Evo has got something in boxes that he has not told me about. I am
thinking that it is money, that it is notes, but I don't know that
because I am out of the loop. I am not privy to know what goes on in
this social circle. So I have decided to go for a walk. I find
myself on the veranda and I am stepping off this veranda onto a
stairway, but before I do there is a lift that s going down the
stairway. The lift is a stairlift I guess but it is also like a
pleasure ride and there are two girls sat in it. Annmarie and her
friend are all strapped in. They have not gone down the stairway in
this lift yet and so they are motionless at the top of the stairway
waiting to go down. I am wanting to go across the stairway from the
veranda. So that I can step onto the stairway and then out of the
building. So I decide to step out onto the lift with the two girls
in that is going to go down the stairway in order for me to get
across, but Annmarie's friend decides to talk to me as I am stood on
her lift car and she prods me in my stomach. "Auh! She's just
prodded me." Stating the obvious is my immediate reaction to her
prodding me.

"Auh! She's just prodded me." Annmarie's friend mocks my words and
prods me again. This is a little annoying, but also makes me feel
giddy. So I can not be too annoyed which is even more annoying. So I
am just stuck on this lift on the stairway in the building trying to
go for a walk because no one will talk to me and this lass will not
stop prodding me and mocking me, everything that I say. She is a
cheeky girl and she has all my attention now as I take a good look
at her in her sparkly pink jumper and her blue jeans and her cheeky
face with her determined stare that will not take her eyes off me.
And that fucking finger that will not stop prodding me.

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WEEK 20
1897

17-7-17

(140) Where Do I Belong?

I am on military ground and I am riding on my push bike along a worn
dirt pathways. I am keen to avoid anyone as I am trespassing on this
military land. There is someone driving some plant machinary
clearing up rubbish that has been dumped here in the grounds. It is
in the distance, but I am keen to avoid them. I also notice a
military man on a push bike. He is wearing his camouflage and I am
too, but I am an imposter here on this military land. I would not
know how to address another soldier. 'Should I salute? I don't even
know what rank the other soldier is.' All these thoughts are going
through my mind when I spot another worn dirt track that leads off
this military ground and onto a public road which I take.

So now I am off military land. I make my way into what looks like a
cafe area with its tables and chairs. It is very clean and tidy. I
hear this inner voice in me that tells me, 'dont be fooled by all
the leads and the table and this set up.' I suddenly realise that I
have sat at a table where factory staff jet spray water at dirty
factory food equipment. I feel like a fool sat here at a table
wanting a cup of coffee and I feel like I have been misled. So I
pick up a couple of items at this table and I walk off with them to
make out that I belong here and that I know what I am doing here. I
do not want to steal these items and so I rest them up against a
wall before I leave this area and head off back down the public road
again.

18-7-17

(141) A Vision In Suds.

What you want. What you want. What you want, want, want:
I see one picture in an unlimited number of pictures in the
reflections on bubbles. These bubbles are all huddled together and
in these abstractions of bubbles you are wanting to sing. There are
an unlimited number of pictures of you singing in an unlimited
number of varying bubbles as representations that all reflect the
whole picture. Each bubble reflects in a slightly different way.
Each bubble with a slightly different curvacture on its reflection
of the picture as a whole. The picture as a whole is the hyperbolic
room that I am standing in and so each bubble within this hyperbolic
room is an elliptical geometrical reflection of a possible outcome
of your singing.

(142) Distracted. : p
In general I make a point. I subtly demonstrate something to this
lady who is stood there in her nice beige dress. Her dress folds
over in the front. It shows off her shapely female form with her
sexy legs and this is all too clear to me. Everything else is all
too vague. There was something even more specific on my mind, but
that thought has completely gone from my memory. : b

(143) The Man In The Middle.

I have been taken in. A generous family has allowed me to stay with
them, but there are problems. I do not know what all the problems
are. There are just a few vague clues. People are not knowing what
to do as they discuss various options. A lack of money seems to be
just one of the underlying factors here. Well what they do not know
is that I am the owner of this house and that will remain a secret
as people chat to me. I do not let on and so I will get to find out
more about things that as the property owner I would not get to know
about. These are generous people who have many problems. They have
generously taken me in and my motives are to help these people, but
I wish to help them in secret. If I do it that way then it will be
less awkward.

19-7-17

(144) Big City Problems.

There is a group of us wandering around trying to solve problems,
but the problems are too difficult. We look at the problems of
living high up sky scrapers. All the resources that needs to travel
from ground level high up in these buildings. There is a
demonstration of getting the heating high up as we sit in these
seats and test them out as they become nice and warm. The heat in
the seat is so relaxing as it warms my bottom.

I am with a group of people who are trying to solve problems, but I

am following this lass who is not taking anything seriously. She is
laughing at how incompetent people are at solving problems as we
charge around buildings, through doors, down corridors and not
really knowing what we are doing. After so long I find myself with
another group of people who are getting a little tired of wandering
around. I listern to someone who is trying to reason things out for
the group, as he tactfully enlightens us on what his friend has done
by giving him some praise for his work in an effort to just show off
to other people the sort of things that we should be doing.
(145) My Endorsement.
I am at work talking to Chris Burke. He is okay but I am careful
what I say to him. He has a little accident. "Are you alright?" I
enquire. I did not see what happened but I heard a fuss and
apparently something heavy fell on him and now he has a sore back.
So Chris goes off.

A lad comes up to me and he says, "Another muslim woman wants you."

This has happened before so I go and investigate as I walk down the
corridor I see a young asian girl who I recognize. She smiles at me
and shows me a small magazine that she is putting out. I get a small
crowd of girls around me as I flick through the magazine and the
girls make a fuss about this. They want me to endorse this magazine
somehow. So I show some interest some poigniant questions about this
magazine. They seem genuinely surprised at the questions that I ask
them. To me it is just a magazine to sell girly products. The
magazines that I have been shown before had more creative articles
in them. I feel that this is a step backwards, but I also feel that
maybe I should not be a judge of that and so I keep my thoughts to
my self and I apease the crowd.

(146) In Decision, Or Indecision?

I have been chatting with this lass and now I am playing a song
called 'How I Should Be.' She listens to me sing this song and she
watches me play my guitar when a spider suddenly runs up my arm, my
arm that is strumming. I stop playing and the spider stops running
so I look at the spider on my arm. I notice its mottled brown
colouration and I am in descision on what to do next.

20-7-17

(147) A Hidden In Silence And A Oneness.

I refer back to being in a beautiful park on a sunshiny day with the
bright green of the plant life that meets the blue sky high on a
ball of piercing heat. The lake that reflects into flickering light
with its gentle surface movement of water. I refer back to being in
a beautiful park.

There is something else here. There is something more. I am at a

loss to know what that is. I know that there is more to this than I
can tell you and that it is there that I have placed my wonderment.
It feels like an incompletion, it feels odd like an unending. Like a
deep unknowing and then suddenly I become aware that it is the
depths of a deep silence, the depths of an unknowable soul. Who are
you?

I am in conflict with myself here because I want to listen to the

silence and speak to it at the same time. The problem is, is that
when I speak to the silence then the silence is gone and in this
silence together we are one.

21-7-17

(148) Dream Papar Does Not Compute.

I am playing this song to a few people around me and it all goes
down quite well. I am applaude as the crowd shows their
appreciation. It all gets written down and recorded in my dreams on
dream paper, then when I wake up I have to wtite it all down again
on real paper before I type it all up into my computer.

22-7-17

(149) A Wet Concrete party.

I go around to Maz and Ian's house with a kettle full of wet
concrete. They are all sat outside in the garden Maz, Ian, Mum and
Dad. There is wet concrete everywhere. "Are you making concrete
socks?" And "Did you want anymore concrete?" Are a couple of
retorical questions that I jokingly ask them. We start to empty out
the kettle of concrete and discover that the concrete has not been
mixed up enough in this kettle and so mum and dad mix it up a little
more and then it is fine to tip out with all the other wet concrete.

(150) The nth Plus One Person.

I am out in the community with a job to do, but it is difficult to
get help in this job. Each person that I meet has n, plus one
divided by n (1 + 1/n) alkaholic drinks. For some reason the one
divided by n (1/n) drink gets proportionally stronger as n gets
larger. So I find myself out in the community and I am on the nth
person. I have asked some people for help several times and
everytime that I do they make their excuses and leave without
helping me. So I have explained this situation on the phone to my
superiors.

I see Maz on an off chance and we get chatting. I ask Maz about her
daughter. "How's Natalie?"

"I'm meeting her in twenty minutes. I told you that!" Maz snaps
back.

'I do not remember Maz saying anything about meeting Natalie, but I
guess that she must have done if that is what she says.' I am
thinking this quietly to myself.

"Here she is!" Maz with her jingly car keys in her hand points out
Natalie who has just arrived in her shiny new car down the road,
just across the way and so Maz goes off to talk to Natalie.

23-7-17

(151) Melting Momentum.

This large woman with short blonde hair and a pale blue dress on is
sat in the passanger seat of a big pale blue van. She has some
chocolate in the dashboard of this van, but the chocolate has
melted. Not only has the chocolate melted in the dashboard, but the
whole dashboard has melted too. We take a look at the van from the
outside to find that the bottom of the windscreen of the van has
melted and sunken into the bonnet of this van and so the shape of
this van in front looks quite odd.

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24-7-17

(152) Deviant Behaviour!

I am working in this clothing factory producing clothes and I am a
bugger. I am doing every scam possible. I am queueing up preyending
to hand in work done and then at the last minute I am switching
lanes. I am being deceptive, but I see a woman who is onto me and I
just look at her in her face smiling at her. Later I put some stuff
in a plastic bag to pinch it. I casually take this plastic bag full
of stuff. I want to take this stuff to my locker to take home with
me, but I am aware, I am very aware of who maybe watching me. I am
wandering around the corridors and I can hear some chatting comong
from a room. There is some manager and Jane Smith sat down in some
comfy chairs having a chat. So I take a divertion into a gents
toilet where this bloke comes out. "Anyone seen my club thumper?
... Only joking." This man says whist smiling as he comes out of the
gents toilets and I walk in with my plastic bag full of stuff. I see
a big thick club of a branch resting up against the toilet wall when
I walk in. 'That must be his club thumper.' I think to myself.

(153) A Cat On A Boat.

There is a stamp commemorating a trade deal that us British did with
India. It is a one rupee stamp and the deal that we did involved a
lot of oil.

I am just walking around and jumping from one place to another.

There are all these dogs and cats about and I am aware that I am on
someones property. It is a white boat and the owners are sat out on
the deck of this boat watching me. I think that I am a cat!

(154) Too Many Cables.

I am aware of these headphones. They are made for a group of people
to listen through because they have about six head sets all joined
to one plug to plug into whatever you want to plug into. Packing
these headphones away is a nightmare. They have such long leads on
them. So there are six left ear pieces, six right ear pieces and we
are folding all these wires up around our elbows to pack the
headphones away. I just can not get my head around this.

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(155) Communication Lets Me Down.

As we are both walking along, I am talking to Sacha Maman about Tom
whittock and his paintings. "I get the impression that Tom wants to
leave his job now but he is going to have to stay a little longer to
get things done at work that he needs to do."

"Who Tim?" Asks Sasha who is only half listening to what I am

saying. I think that Tim is another artist who is similar to Tom.

"No Tom, Tom Whittock." I keep insisting to Sacha who is still not
listening properly.

"What does he paint?" Sacha asks me.

"He paints oil paintings of sailing ships. Big canvases of tall
sailing ships with the big sails. You know." I look at Sacha as I
tell her this and I inadvertantly glance at an interesting picture
that has been drawn very intricately with fine ink pens of all
different coloured inks. like thin lines of colourful swirls of
intricate scribble.

"Who Tim?" Asks Sacha.

"No Tom." And I half laugh at the unbelievable mix up that we are
having. This is a very difficult conversation.

(156) A Wall Of Essays.

There is a group of us and we are looking into ways of building a
wall. It is a specific wall. We use bricks without cement and just
place these bricks on top of each other in the best possible ways
that we can and then we write an essay about this. It is just one
short essay each using no more than one side of one sheet of A4
writing paper. There are three boards up on another wall where we
pin up these sheets of A4 essays. There are two square boards with
four essays pinned up on each of these square boards and then in the
middle of the two square boards there is a rectangular board with
four essays pinned up in a row. There is a pannel of people who
scrutanise our essays and we have each of us invested much time and
thought into the possibilities of building a wall:

Problem: We have 3n^2 bricks with dimensions x, y, z. How many

combinations of patterns of brick walls can we build?

where x=x, y=2x, z=3x, n=2.

26-7-17

(157) My Song.
This is my light vehicle and this is my light song. A guitar and a
guitar case that follows me around. I think about my song called
Lazy and the way that I will play it:

Lazy

Intro:

e|-7--5--3--0--0--
B|-0--5--3--3--0--
G|-0--0--3--4--0--
D|-0--0--0--4--2--
A|-x--x--x--0--2--
E|-x--x--x--0--0--
-|-|--|--|--|--|--
-|-G--A7-Gm-D6-Em-
-|---sus----add---
-|----4-----9-----

[NC]The summer is here

[NC]the sky is blue
[NC]the clouds are gone
[NC]its nice and warm and peaceful[Am][D]

[NC]and I like it to be, so free[Am][D]

[Am]and you know just what it [D]is
[Am]I like to see [D]you
[Am]and its nice under the blue [D]sky
[Am]In the summertime its so [D]peaceful[Am][D]

Bridge:

e|-7--5--3--2--0--
B|-0--5--3--2--0--
G|-0--0--3--2--0--
D|-0--0--0--4--2--
A|-x--x--x--4--2--
E|-x--x--x--2--0--
-|-|--|--|--|--|--
-|-G--A7-Gm-F#-Em-
-|---sus----m-----
-|----4-----------

[NC]To watch you walking down the street

[NC]it's so peaceful its so neat
[Am]and I'm so [D]tired
[Am]and I laze around all [D]day
[Am]and I do nothing at [D]all
[Am]I like to laze around all [D]day

Bridge:

e|-7--5--3--2--0--
B|-0--5--3--2--0--
G|-0--0--3--2--0--
D|-0--0--0--4--2--
A|-x--x--x--4--2--
E|-x--x--x--2--0--
-|-|--|--|--|--|--
-|-G--A7-Gm-F#-Em-
-|---sus----m-----
-|----4-----------

[Am]I do nothing at [D]all

[Am]I do absolutly nothing at [D]all
[Am]just like I wanted it to [D]be all the time
[Am]just like I like to [D]be
[NC]every day of my life.

Outro:

e|-7--10-12-5--3--0--0--
B|-0--0--0--5--3--3--0--
G|-0--0--0--0--3--4--0--
D|-0--x--x--x--0--4--2--
A|-x--x--x--x--x--0--2--
E|-x--x--x--x--x--0--0--
-|-|--|--|--|--|--|--|--
-|-G--*G-*E-A7-Gm-D6-Em-
-|-------m-sus----add---
-|----------4-----9-----
Chords used:

e|-5--0--2--0--12-0--3--10-7--
B|-5--1--3--0--0--3--3--0--0--
G|-0--2--2--0--0--4--3--0--0--
D|-x--2--0--2--x--4--0--x--0--
A|-x--0--0--2--x--0--x--x--x--
E|-x--0--x--0--x--0--x--x--x--
-|-|--|--|--|--|--|--|--|--|--
-|-A7-Am-D--Em-*E-D6-Gm-*G-G--
-|sus----------m--add---------
-|-4--------------9-----------

(158) Another Language.

I am watching this video of a comic strip. There are words
graphically appearing and disappearing and I have no clue as to what
they are saying because they are in another language. It looks like
some East European language. Words like 'ewek' that means nothing to
me. These words roll across the screen, then they will pop up and
then disintergrate creatively. There is a backdrop of cartoony
scenery and I watch this in my minds eye like a video, but there is
no sound.

(159) Verbage.
My mum is doing my head in. She is constantly talking about
uninteresting things. She is moving things about in the house and
she is waffling. She is droning on about nothing and I just cannot
help myself from saying something. "Can you be quiet mum?" I feel
that I have to say this and then my mum is quiet.

"Yes mum it's a bit much." I hear my sister back me up on this one.
I feel awkward now, but the quietness is so nice.

My mum and dad are watching television in the living room now. I
come down the stairs from my room to pass through the living room.
My mum is laughing and joking about what is on television and I am
pleased that she is back to being talkative again. It is nice to
hear her talk now and she is not being annoying anymore.

(160) We're A Happy Family.

I am relaxing at home. There is Paula my x girlfriend is there and
Annmarie Lloyd who I have known since we went to school together. I
am so relaxed at home and I give Annmarie a hug and I am laid there
with her and we have our arms around each other, she and I. So I
start to feel around. Annmarie suddenly exclaims, "Ooo my tit!" And
I am feeling her tit and so she moves away.

"Ooops!" I say with a smile on my face. I am still relaxing on the

floor and although Annmarie has moved away I have my arms around her
young lad now who has been with us the whole time. He and I are
watching television. So Paula and Amnnmarie are watching us relaxing
on the floor watching television. They are both laughing at us as we
are so relaxed.
(161) Three Blokes.
I am out on a lorry with two other blokes. They are big blokes and
one of them is autistic. We are doing some building work, but the
autistic bloke is un predictable. He storms off down the road for
some unknown reason and we have to coax him back onto the back of
the lorry. So we are on the back of this builders lorry and we are
mixing cement when the autistic bloke suddenly smashes the back of
the cab of the lorry with his fist. With that the other bloke grabs
the autistic bloke. Within a split second of this aggression, "Get
back!" He says loudly and physically forces the autistic bloke back.
I am shocked at the speed and the violence of their actions, but I
am so impressed with how the big bloke contained this situation. He
does not mess about and so I did not need to get involved.

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(162) This Is Where I'm At Right Now.

Little Imo needs some imodium. So she says. She tries all sorts of
drugs. There is a part of me that thinks that she should not be
taking all these drugs, but then what do I know? It is her life and
not mine.

I am not working now so I am in two minds as to whether to contact

Adi Atkin, but in the end I decide not to as we have not seen each
other for so long. It might feel a little awkward if I just go
around randomly to see him now.

I am on my guitar and I am playing this song of mine, but I have

forgotten the last chord sequence to this song and so I play it a
bit wrong. The music sort of makes sense. It makes me laugh because
the rhythm is there and so it is kind of right, but some of the
chords are wrong. So I think that I will have to look into this tune
a bit more.

(163) Keep On Walking.

I am in South Yorkshire. I have traveled up to Rotherham. So I am
wandering around these streets in Rotherham. I want to avoid the
pigs and the dogs as I walk along. I work out the best route in
order to avoid the pigs and the dogs which roam around here freely.
I go into the Gents toilets for a waz and I hear two lads who say
how they are going to get someone in retaliation. Their conversation
echoes throughout the white tiled interior and I doubiously make my
way past these two lads and outside again when I come across some
people who are investigating some vandalism. A building has been
flooded and a message has been left in there saying, 'Get the new
vax delux supreme.' "Oh this is new age!" I hear someone say and
then I decide to walk on.

(164) Coming Together 1+1=3.

I am on a completely different time line to these people as they go
off and collect their collectables whatever they may be. I see them
bring out two vases out of their car to set them up and to put them
onto show, but I am somewhere else. I am over here. I observe them
from this other place. A vantage point from out of nowhere, but we
are assimilating as I intergrate with these people. We assimilate
together at an ever closer level, closer than we have ever done
before. These people who were once unknowable are now only
mysterious to me. I cannot make them out yet, but it is only a
matter of time before we merge into a completeness, a togetherness,
a wholeness.

When one reality interacts with another reality we get a third

reality. So in quantum physics one plus one equals three, 1+1=3.

(165) Decorated.
I am meditating and in my dreamy meditation an old man says, "I'm
going to give you three medals. You deserve it."

"Do you have to go and get them?" I enquire.

"No they are right here. They are always right here with me." And
with that the old man places three medals on my chest.

Later I wonder, 'Why have I been given these three medals?' And 'I
wonder why I never thought to ask the old man who gave me these
medals just exactly what they are for?

28-7-17

(166) The Girl Who Sings ...

This girl she sings up on the roof top of my house. She is coming
out with us to busk today with her beautiful voice. We are here to
show her the ropes. To guide her on her way. On her first public
performance out in the city pedestrian streets of Mansfield. To play
her guitar. To collect money and to sing with her beautiful voice,
is the girl who sings up on the roof top of my house.

29-7-17

(167) Travel Chaos.

I am in the chaos of traveling on public and private transport. I
have got news that the travel industry is not accepting one thousand
and the five hundred Euro notes. So I am queuing up at a bank to
change these denominations when I decide that I am going to be too
late if I stay here in my bank. I think that I have enough of the
smaller denominations of notes to get to where I want to be and so
now I am queuing up for a train. I am wanting to get back to Lincoln
England. "I might try and give them a one thousand Euro note and see
what they say." I say out loud as I am queuing for the train ticket.

"Well they have said that they will not accept a one thousand Euro
note." Says this woman who looks at me down her nose. I am starting
to change my mind now as I look to see how many two hundred and one
hundred Euro notes I have. They are yellow and white in colour
respectively and so I think that I will be alright. I think that I
will have enough of these smaller denominations of notes. The five
hundred and one thousand Euro notes are blue and pink in colour
respectively. I am considering askingsomeoe, anyone in the queue if
they can change five hundred and one thousand Euro notes into one
hundred and two hundred Euro notes.
(168) Third Serve Advantage Miss You, Forty Love.
I am in the queue again, but this time I am sat in a plastic chair
at the back of the queue whilst everyone else in the queue is stood
up in front of me. I do not care to inch forward in this queue as it
leads to a white trailer that has a hatch down where the people
serve you. I am interested in one particular lady who serves behind
this hatch. She is a talent. She is a star. She is a lady who I
admire so much more than the others that I am willing to sit at the
back of the queue just to spectate.

As I am sat at the back of the queue a young lass pulls up a chair

and sits right next to me in her short summer shorts that expose her
fleshy legs. So I inch away from her to create a space. With that
she hitches up her chair and butts right up next to me as I am sat
in my chair, invading my space. So I push back full force and she
bolches me back again. So I grab her fleshy legs and squeeze the
back muscle of those fleshy thigh legs of hers. So then she goes to
squeeze the back of my legs with her hands, "No! No! No! That
hurts!" I cry out loudly before she has even grabbed me. We are both
laughing as we are both now stood up jostling against each other.

(169) A Tale Of Woes.

She is a lovely lass, all smiley teeth with long blonde hair. She is
tall and thin and full of energy that radiates her joyfulness. I
tell her, "It was a freak accident that I had gotten into that day."

I go to work without my phone. I go into this room that is in the

process of being refurbished. I shut the door behind me, but the
door handle is jammed so that when I try to get back out of this
room I am trapped inside it. This room has breeze block walls with
untidy dried cement that has oozed out from behind these breeze
blocks. There is no window in this room as they have recently all
been blocked up. Luckily I am aware of a loose block that I dislodge
and I make my way out that way, but I could have been trapped in
there forever. I could have become the skeleton in that room. Doomed
to be entombed in isolation.

29-7-17

(170) No Plans To Crash.

I am out with my woman and she has picked up a cake on a plate in
the shop to buy for me. "I've already got one." I tell her as I show
her the cake on a plate for me.

"Oh you've already got one." She suddenly realises as I have shoved
the cake on a plate right up near to her face. So we pay for the
cake and other things and as we get outside she sees someone she
knows. He is wearing a black crash helmet and they have a quick
conversation as the man gets onto a 'tabogon of a motorbike.' I say
that because the motorbike is long and it holds four people on it in
a row and this chap in a helmet is the second person in the row of
others who are also in their crash helmets. I am struggling to work
out what their conversation is about.

"Yeah, yeah, I know I shouldn't be doing it with just one layer of

polymer. I know I'm stupid!" Says the man in the black crash helmet
to my woman as he is getting onto his tabogon of a motorbike. I
understand that they have had a brief conversation about his crash
helmet. I am guessing that he has made his crash helmet himself and
that it may not be quite up to safety specifications, 'but hay ho,
you don't plan on having a crash I guess.'

(171) Pick Away.

She goes out to play her songs of sweetness on the 28th of April.
She needs to play her soothing songs on her own guitar as the people
will come out to listen to her play. For three days and for three
nights she needs to play her songs of sweetness in her own
inimitable way. So she sings and picks away until the incorrectness
of that very day. The very first of May is when she really needs to
go away. The cat's aunt.

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WEEK 22
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31-7-17

(172) All In Good Time.

She looks through oval glasses. She is relaxing. She has heard us
play. She knows what it is that we have to say out here in the park
way growth of grass and trees. She will come back to what it is that
we play. Her smile and her knowing and her going away will be
reconciled. She and I and her oval glasses.

1-8-17

(173) A Wreckless Policeman.

I myself and a few others walk the streets with this policeman when
the policeman points out this caravan. This caravan is very smart,
clean and tidy and it is two shades of green. The policeman makes a
joke about this caravan, but I do not quite hear everything that he
says, "Call that a _ _ _ caravan." And he laughs at his own joke,
but no one else does. With that the policeman confidently grabs the
caravan by the tow ball socket at the front and drags the caravan
along with us as we are walking down the street until we get to a
point along the street and the policeman monovers the caravan
confidently and with ease, forwards and backwards and parks the
caravan up on this raised curb. He lets go of the caravan and the
caravan rolls off this raised curb and into a rocky decline. With a
metallic crunch and a clatter the caravan tumbles gathering momentum
it violently rolls over crashing up against the rocks and the
boulders until the caravan comes to a stop upside down in a rocky
decline. I look at the policeman and I think 'How embarassing!' The
policeman is still as confident as ever as he shouts to everyone,
"Come on lads give us a hand here to roll it back over!" And with
that myself and the other lads muster up the work force in no time
at all to push the caravan and to roll it over from off its roof.
With a metallic crunch and a final bounce the caravan lands onto its
two wheels still amongst these rocks and boulders. We look at this
caravan which is now in a sorry state of just a mangled wreckage of
a metal frame of a caravan on two wheels. All the nice clean two
shades of green panels have fallen off this framework and lay bashed
and dinted and strewn amongst this rocky ground. We all look at this
policeman. "I was going to put three hundred pounds on that!" The
policeman jokes to us as confidently as ever. I am thinking, 'Well
you will definatly have to put some money down on it now!'

2-8-17

(174) It's Showtime!

I see Colin, we have a good chat about the shows coming up. I have
three works to recite. Three songs to sing. Three songs to play on
my guitar, but there is a knife. A whooping great big sharpe steel
blade of a knife with a sharpe point at the end of it. I get a feel
for the three songs as I play them over and over again in my mind.
Like a sharpe steel blade these songs run along and point
dangerously in my mind. Able to cut me, over and over again I dance
with this blade. I play with this knife point as sure as I play my
songs that I practice alone, that we rehurse together to the threat
of this knife that is held to the throat of our live performance.
Every performance is a stabbing in the dark back streets of my mind.
Every performance is a serious incident open to investigation.

3-8-17

(175) Performing Arts.

Gods, Guns, Gasoline.

Verse 1:

[A]Where you been? [C]Where you been?

You're [D]living upstate in your old red stream.

[A]It's a disgrace. [C]You're a disgrace.

A [D]star sticks out from your tattooed face.

[A]A big sky. [C]It's a big sky.

Your [D]bug eyed boy can't look me in the eye.

[A]Avalanche, [C]avalanche,
The [D]rocks fall down on your thousand mile ranch.

Chorus:

[E]I can tell by the way you walk,

[E]Boy you need a little vaseline.
[E]I can tell by the way you talk,
Give me [A]god.
Give me [G]guns.
Give me [D]gasoline.

Verse 2:
[A]Lady luck, [C]lady luck,
[D]Sucking on the pipe of your pick up truck.

[A]More pills. [C]Give me more pills.

The [D]world may burn but we need the thrills.

[A]A big sky. [C]It's a big sky.

Your [D]bug eyed boy can't look me in the eye.

[A]Avalanche, [C]avalanche,
The [D]rocks fall down on your two bit ranch.

Chorus:

[E]I can tell by the way you walk,

[E]Boy you need a little vaseline.
[E]I can tell by the way you talk,
Give me [A]god.
Give me [G]guns.
Give me [D]gasoline.

I enjoy the words and the music to this blues song of the legendary
blues guitarist from Retford, Nottinghamshire, England. I recite the
words and the music for a show that I will appear on in in a months
time on 2nd September 2017. These words they seap into my
consciousness and the music works its way on through down into my
very being. Like water that soaks up into paper, my soggy mind dries
off through my sleepiness to reveal a paper mache morning
mindfulness of a bumpy solidity. An inky blotting dreaminess becomes
dry, ready for the next days layer of wet paper rememberence. I
build up a three dimensional musical form that I mould in my minds
eye and down through, into my heart.

(176) The Narrow Corridors Of Fame.

I am walking along the corridors of this building when I see a
remote delivery coming my way. It is like a small cart on wheels
with a package on. There is not enough room in this corridor. So I
decide whether I am going to jump over this remote delivery or
whether I am going to walk back the way that I came, because this
delivery takes up a lot of room in these narrow corridors. Then I
hear an echoing voice coming from someone down the corridor who I
have not seen yet. "You're alright mate, I'll make some room for
you." A man shouts. So I make my way past this remote delivery to
find a man pushing a manual trolley. It looks like a steel shopping
trolley with television monitors and other electrical appliances in
it.

"Did you have a good night?" I ask the man as he looks like he runs
some kind of mobile disco unit. He is a little slow to answer me, as
I can see that he is getting his thoughts together.

"There was a medium/clairvoyant/psychic? on last night." He finally

gets his words out.

"How were they? Were they okay?" I continue my enquiry as I look to

see the mans face for the first time. His eyes are dark and intense
which at first. I am not sure about him as he first stares at me,
but then he looks away from me as he searches his mind for the
answers to my questions when I notice his dark ginger hair and a
bauld patch on the top of his head. He seems ambivalent about the
psychic.

"Well you know, they are alright, but I didn't really get into it."
I decide that this lad is not as dodgy as I first thought that he
might be. I aknowledge his review of the night that he has DJ'd with
a smile and a nod. So we part company as I can see that he is busy
and I am going in the opposite direction.

5-8-17

(177) The Demented One.

I sing out loud in my taunting voice:

"I'm coming to get you! The front doors are locked. The back doors
are locked. I'm having fun and I'm going to find you!"

I am in a mansion house. The young girls are scared and hiding as I

run around from room to room creating terror where I can, wearing my
special pants. I am all naked. My unfit middle aged body is all
naked except for my special pants. They wrap around my wobbling
waist then through between my legs and fastening with four press
studs in the front. I sing out loud again:

"How do I look? Do I look a twat? I'm going to find you! There's

nowhere to escape to!"

As I taunt the girls. It is just a matter of time. I will find them

all in the end, but in the meantime it is such good fun being the
adult acting out as the demented one! I sing out my intension:

"My body's here to build a byrection!? And no ones going to stop

me!"

(178) Free To Be.

I am in my hunting jacket for the last time as I make my way in the
crowd. I am now watching a lady in her hunting jacket as she
expresses herself and gives her advice. I listen to what she has to
say. So then I take my hunting jacket off. I will not be a part of
this conformaty any longer. I am free to be me. To be how I want to
be. A man without a hunting jacket.

(179) A Word From The Wise.

I am talking to Andrew Ridgly of the Wham! fame and he is dissing
the record industry:

"If you do what you are told you end up with a half descent record
with the songs on it that they want you to play. So if you end up
selling millions of records you make two million, but the record
industry makes so much more money. For all the years of rehursing.
For all the shows that you do. This is what you get if if you do
what you are told then this is what you get, a half descent record."
And Andrew Ridgly points to an album spinning on the turn table next
to him as he looks at the camera that he is talking to. With his big
eighties hair style in two colours, brown with a big blonde patch at
the parting. He tucks in his grey shirt. Then there is a silence as
he looks at the camera searchingly to what he has just said. When he
realises that there are no more questions, he looks down
thoughtfully and then the interview is over.

6-8-17

(180) Restraint.
Sean Peel and I are wrestling. I have him in a headlock. "You are
supposed to let go." Sean informs me.

"There is no set time for how long I can keep you in a head lock." I
tell him. He does not like my answer because he is crying with
frustration.

"Let go!" Sean shouts loudly.

"No." Is my calm and instant reply.

"How long are you going to keep me like this?" Asks Sean.

"About ... " I pause to consider his question. " ... Seven minutes."
Is my answer that I finally give Sean, even though there is no clock
and so I have no idea as to how long I can keep him in a headlock.

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WEEK 23
3111

7-8-17

(181) A New Day.

In my everyday dreams I am dreaming about someone. I look deep into
my dreams as I dream out my everyday connections. I am careful to
avoid a fear base. I am careful to look deep into my fears to face
them and this is how I avoid a fear base. I look deep into that that
I wish to avoid and it melts away under the scrutany of my mind to
find my truth, my uninterupted truth. The anxieties of fear are
melted away like a dirty black snow in the heat of the day.

Within the darkness of night time I suspend my beliefs, as life has

a way of proving my beliefs to be incorrect. So much for my beliefs
as they hang from the gallows of inspection. As they swing from the
gibbit of their own resurrection into the thought of a new
conception. My paradym shifts and my vibration lifts to the sunshine
of a new dawn.

(182) The Office Of Mathematics.

Like a female version of me. She has some of the same habits as me.
I am in a new job and there are problems. People are not getting on,
x shouts at y. p,q,r,s and t are a clique.

I have an old fashioned bag with different compartments. In one of

the compartments is a container with many lids. I open a lid and it
speaks to me in a gruff male voice, "Tea." I open another lid
"Coffee." And another, "Sugar." Then the voice suprises me as I open
the tea lid again, "Tea. Why do you keep opening my lids without
getting anything out?" WOW! This container knows what I am doing. I
have other bags that have been given to me with problems in them. I
quickly finish the work that is in one of these bags. They are quick
problems to solve:

Question:
Find 21 ways to circumnavigate.

Answer:
point a goes to points b,c,d,e,f,g,h.
points b,c,d,e,f,g,h go to points i,j,k.
points i,j,k go to point a.

The office of mathematical politics is algebraic as follows:

It is m for me and z for zee and Zee is the girl who is just like
me. e is laughing at Zee by the way that she does her paperwork.
Zee is lovely and cute and she confidently smiles as e teases her
about the way that she does her paperwork. Me I do my paperwork like
Zee, but I keep it quiet for now because I am new to this office,
you c?

(183) A Reptilian.
I am walking down Weatherby Crescent in North Hykeham, Lincoln,
England with Maz and I see an Alligator walking down the road in the
distance. "Look Maz!" As I point in the direction of a huge
Alligator. We walk up to the passage way that leads to a childrens
playground with swings and a slide. There are oily Alligator foot
prints down this passage and onto the road. There is a thick oily
mark on the road between the footprints where the Alligator has
dragged its underbelly along. Like some great big slug with big feet
I am fearful for the safety of the good people of this street.

"Shall we go on the swings?" Maz asks me, wide eyed with excitement.

"What for old time sake, us adults go on the swings?" I clarify to

her.

"Yes." Maz confirms to me. So we take a walk down the passage way to
the park, but there are some cabbins set up down there and there are
people in the park.

"What are they doing there?" I ask in wonderment.

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(184) When Words Escape Me.

There are so many exercises here today. I am sat here in a massive
tank of a vehicle. There will be explosions as we drive along. We
are packed neatly into this vehicle. We are surrounded by air
cushioning and we brace ourselves in anticipation for the
unpredictable explosions that we are due to receive in this
exercise.
We are onto a new exercise now. There are children everywhere and we
are in charge of them. They are all running around following our
lead, as the children copy our moves except there is a little
confusion and different groups of children get mixed up with other
groups of children. There is a joke on me here somewhere. Some of
the other instructors are making fun of me. I do not really know
what the joke is and I dread to think what it might be. I just hear
someone say, "It's okay it's his niece." And this young black girl
is smiling up at me. She is very familiar to me and she looks very
happy. I just look at the other instructors and I cannot find my
words. So I shake my head, roll my eyes and give a weary smile
within all this hectic confusion. I am at a loss to find my words.

(185) Consideration.
I am in a big building. We are giving out food to people here in
this building. There is a woman here who gives me a lift down and
she is giving me some advice, "Don't ever get yourself in debt. I
am in debt after I had a wild party." She tells me and I look into
her and she gives me a knowing look as if to say 'I could tell you a
few stories.' But we have a job to do. We are giving out food and we
are also eating here with the people who we are serving. I get this
small clear plastic container with clear liquid in it except for a
brown liquid center. It looks like a chocolate center. It looks
disgusting. I put my tongue into it and I lick it before I suck it
up. It is sweet and it tastes nice.

Time is getting on and I decide to walk home. I get out of the

building and I am happily walking home down this ally way. I have
undone my work wear top to take it off as I am walking down this
ally way when I realise I had a lift into work this morning. It is a
bit rude to just walk back home without telling the lady who gave me
a lift in this morning. She will be waiting for me to give me a lift
home and I will not be there. So I do up my work top again and press
the studs back together and I go back to work for a lift home in the
car with this lady. I was enjoying the walk back, but it would be
rude of me to just leave my collegue without letting her know. So I
do the considerate thing. Selflessly I go back to work to accept her
kind offer of a lift home.

9-7-17

(186) Tsunami (The Play).

There is this woman that I am on stage with. She is beautifully
dressed in white. It is our big moment on stage. Her beautiful wirey
thin body and her beautiful thin face. There are diamonds and gold,
a great pearl necklace. We make out on stage. I kiss her neck, but I
know that it is only for show. I have this memory of the very same
thing or something very similar. That I was here on stage with a
beautiful lady. It might have been something that I read in a book
or maybe it was something that I saw in a film or could it have been
a long lost love. Someone I left a long time ago. Whatever it was it
comes back to me now, in the heat of the moment, in the light of the
stage. All the feelings and emotions they wash me all up and carry
me off on a tide wave for sure. I am washed out to sea in an ocean
of love. I float like a bouy as a body above.
(187) My Hairy Tusk.
In my dreams I am practicing my high vibration. I am doing all that
I should. Being all that I should be to raise my vibration. I am
being as correct as I can be, but what about my tusk? No one
mentions their tusk. This throw back to ancient times that has
remained so close to me now. In my dream I have a tusk! What sort of
person am I? I am out in a field dancing to a band in my own astral
space with many other people and I have a tusk with hairs at the
base of it. A single hairy tusk.

(188) Like Ships In The Street.

"We should be safe if we sail as United States Of America." I tell
the others.

"Where are you sailing from?" My dad asks me.

"I think that it is Rumania." I am not even sure myself.

"And where are you going to?" My dad continues to ask.

"I think that it is Russia, but I am not sure." I half inform my dad
as I am searching my mind for clarification.

"You might have problems." My dad concludes as he shows me a picture

of a photo that has been taken from an upstairs window and it shows
a lamp post in the street. The picture is looking down on this lamp
post. It is night time and this lamp post is shining its lonely
light in the stillness of the night. For some strange and
inexplicable reason I can see what my dad is saying. I am wondering
how can a ship manouver around that lamp post!

(189) Resistance Is Futile.

There is a car full of people and I stop the car. There is only one
reason that I come here. "Get out!" I shout. There is someone in the
back seat who will not conform. I am not messing about. A crow bar
to the door and it is a way of getting in as the painted white metal
frame bends and folds and cracks and gives way to open the door and
to let me in. "It would have been much simpler if you'd have given
yourself up." I tell this man as I get to grips with availability.

AVAILABILITY.

If I was to randomly shuffle the twelve letters of the word

availability then the number of combinations that those twelve
letters could make is:

3 x a
3 x i
2 x l
1 x v
1 x b
1 x t
1 x y
_______
12 letters total.
where n! is n factorial

Number of combinations
= (12!)/[(3!)(3!)(2!)]
= (12x11x10x9x8x7x6x5x4x3x2x1) / (3x2x1 x 3x2x1 x 2x1)
= (12x11x10x9x8x7 x5x4) / (2)
= 11x10x9x8x7x6x5x4
= (11!)/(3!)
= 6652800

If I was to randomly shuffle the twelve letters of the word

availability and then lay those twelve letters out then the
probability that they would spell out availability is:

[(3!)(3!)(2!)]/(12!) = 1.503126503 x 10^-7

= 0.0000001503126503
= (3!)/(11!)
= 1/6652800

Which is the multiplicable inverse of the number of combinations.

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(190) Fatality.
I am day dreaming as I look at a step that leads to a door which
leads to a house. I look at the next door's step that also leads to
a door which in turn leads to another house. I compare the steps to
these two houses. The steps are ornate. There are inscriptions. The
step on the left is a little higher than the step on the right. The
step on the left has a little more decerativeness. I can see the
love that has been put into the making of these steps and in my mind
I make up a story about how two families were trapped in a fire or
maybe I am not making this up. As I stare at these steps I can feel
the love and the loss of a child of a loved one. In the architecture
of the frame of the entrance to these homes that are side by side I
can feel the emotions. The trauma of a tragic situation that time
cannot erase. I feel for the people who have rebuilt their lives as
they have rebuilt their steps. A new step into an uncertain future
without a loved one. Without their respective family members who
have perished in a fire.

(191) The Ghost Train.

I am on a train. I am traveling with this woman who is sat opposite
me. There is a table between us. It is quite dark. The interior
lights are on in this train. I am traveling backwards. The window is
to the right of me. It is difficult to see out of this window
because there is just a reflection of the interior of this train and
I get a quick glimpse of myself reflecting back as I try to see
outside. I try to make out the dark objects that pass by outside
behind my reflection in this window.

The woman who I am traveling with, she and I have a good

conversation. We discuss a tricky situation that we find ourselves
in. We talk at great length about our social circle and the problems
that we are aware of between the people in our social circle who
clash with each other.
It is like there are two female ghosts who are sat opposite me. The
two ghosts are either side of the woman who I have had an indepth
conversation with and who is also sat opposite me and traveling with
me on this train. I know that they are ghosts because I can see
through both of them onto the upholstery of the backs of the train
seats that the two ghosts are sat in. They are two female ghosts,
they are quiet to start off with. There are just the odd stark
glances at each other, but they are tense spirits. Suddenly there is
an empty twenty cigarette pack that goes flying from one ghost to
another and the empty cigarette pack hits its own reflection in the
window. I watch as one of the ghosts passes through the woman
opposite me and the two ghosts begin to argue with each other in
the isle of our train as the train taps out its signicture on the
train tracks as it speeds along: Tut her, tut her. Tut her, tut her.
"Just leave them to it!" I exclaim to the woman opposite me and I
watch her roll her eyes before she leans forward and folds her arms
on the table whilst trying to see outside to make out the dark
movements passing behind her reflection in the train window.

11-8-17

(192) A Circle, A Square & A Triangle & A School Of Performing Arts.

It is all about Toyah Wilcox. I get it. Three peoples obsessions.
There is a silhouetted geometry to all of this. The coming together
of a circle, a square and a triangle. There is the coming together
of three peoples passions. A chance meeting and I jump in at this
oppotunity and I explain the situation. I explain about the
obsessions. I talk at great length about what is occuring and with
an intense passion of my own I find my voice. We are laughing and
joking and I cannot believe my luck. Who would have thought that
this would happen to me. That one day it would all come together
like this. That we would all click so well together and that I would
get to perform in a show with Toyah Wilcox. That I would really get
to perform her greatest album 'The Anthem.'

12-8-17

(193) To Ponder.
I have gone for a walk and I find myself surrounded by my thoughts
in a day dream. I sit down on a wooden seat. I am contemplating to
myself and as I am contemplating I suddenly become aware of this
noise that interupts my concentration and I look up to see two noisy
go carts wizzing around a track with their noisy exhusts spluttering
and spitting as they excelerate. I am sat here on this wooden seat
and I did not know that it was surrounded by a track. I am surprised
to see these go carts wizzing around here. It was peaceful around
here a minute ago. Where did these people in go carts come from? I
am concerned about getting out of this place because I will have to
cross the track that these two go carts are wizzing around and so
with careful consideration I make my exit across this track at a
convenient time and I head off with my thoughts to find a more
private location in which to ponder myself out of this existance
that I find myself in.

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(194) A Broken Music Of Unrequented Love.
In the great store room of vinyl record albums there is a genre that
the East Europeans point to that is German heavy rock (Krautrock).
They point to the artwork on these album sleeves. I watch in my
minds eye as a speed painting assembles itself to the accompanyment
of fast and heavy rock sounds. There is a picture of a motorbike
that comes into an illusory existance out of the loving brush
strokes of oil paints on a canvas. Then this picture gets
transferred to an album cover as a pictorial representation for a
music that has been lovingly prepared, but we kick this cover down
the street. For some inexplicable reason we kick holes in this album
cover to reveal the black vinyl disc within it with its cut grooves.
We bullishly boot this record with a brutish passion of destructive
hatred that befits the music, that has been lovingly prepared, that
is out of alignment with popularity, that is cut deep into the two
spiral vinyl grooves of sides A and B until it is nothing more than
a battered vinyl frizzbee of unplayable scratches that no needle
could traverse. A plastic throwaway that has had its music kicked
out of it.

A love song to an alien:

Blue Pleiadian.

[Am7]I love to reach you

[Bb]in that perfect space.
[Am7]Deep in meditation
[Bb]you always leave a trace.

[Em]Blue Pleiadian
I [Bm]find you make me high.
[Em]I must have let you in
as [Bm]you was passing by.

Instrumental: {Em Bm Em A} x2

[Am7]I love to reach you

[Bb]in that space between.
[Am7]Deep in meditation
[Bb]your blue spark can be seen.

[Em]Blue Pleiadian
I [Bm]find you in my heart.
[Em]I must have let you in
my [Bm]pretty little part.

Instrumental: {Em Bm Em A} x2

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WEEK 24
1344

14-8-17

(195) Don't Do More Than You Have To.

I am driving around in my job which is to deliver glass slides with
tiny rocks on them. Firms are on the look out to hire people like me
who can deliver these rocks. So as I go to load up the slides with
rocks on. I feel that the people who work for these firms are keen
to know what rocks I can deliver. I feel that I know what I am doing
and I feel confident as I feel people staring at me. Sizing me up.
Trying to evaluate me to work out just what I can do for them. Which
rocks on what slides to deliver wherever. I can feel myself laughing
out the tension of this situation because I am dragging my heels
here. For some reason I am not putting everything that I have got
into this job. I am pacing myself and this is what makes me smile.

15-8-17

(196) Fire In The Academy.

We all meet up at the academy and there is this nagging female voice
following Oliver around. It seems to be targeting him about his
cannabis use and alcohol intake, "'O' we shall just have another
spliff." She tells him sarcastically. "You only smoke on a day with
a 'y' in it, because you are a musician and that makes it okay then
does it?" Her sarcasm continues and Oliver does not react. He is as
cool as ever. He continues to be in his own time and space which is
several notches in the "I am cool." direction. Me, I am just
observing all this conscientiousness as I am smoking and when I
finish I go to flick the cigarette across the room from between my
thumb and fore finger. Only it misfires and the cigarette goes up
into the air and into Olivers long hair. There is a singed reaction
from the usually cool Oliver and some flailing of arms as he goes
into panic mode. I am seriously concerned about what I have just
done in my carelessness when we discover that a bale of straw that
has been stored at the bottom of the stairwell below our classroom
has caught on fire and it is ablaze. We watch in horror as the
flames dance around and we search our minds for a suitable reaction.
But these flames are far too big now for anything but a full scale
evacuation. I am just in the process of realising that I am to blame
for this building being on fire! So there is a silent and feeble
apology from deep down in my heart space that no one else will ever
hear that comes from my own private inner voice: 'Sorry.' : <

(197) He's So Breesh.

I am walking along chatting with this lad when he randomly goes off
and does a forward roll in a barn of flour. He just wanders off into
this barn and does a forward roll on the ground before joining back
with me to carry on with our walk and conversation. He is powdered
with white flour in his short cropped hair and on the side of his
face as we speak. He tells me, "There are some cool people about but
they are breesh." He speaks in a low key and with a matter of fact
kind of tone to his voice. "It doesn't help that I am alevriphobic.
I have a phobia of flour." He continues to tell me whilst we are
walking out of this farm at a faster pace than before. He appears to
be keen to get away from this farm, but I am wondering to myself
'What does 'breesh' mean?'

16-8-17

(198) Pumped Up.

Tyrone is a mechanical engineer. I would not say that I am working
with him. I am more like going along testing out his designs. There
are many things that he builds, but the one thing that I like the
most is a big wheel that you walk on. The best way that I can
describe it is that it is like a flat tyre. I walk on a wheel with a
flat tyre and at first I do not get anywhere as the wheel spins
around and counteracts my movement, but then when I get some
momentum up I stop walking and it is like the wheel pumps its own
tyre up from the energy of my previous movement. This analogy is a
little misleading because there is no air pressure involved. It is
not a pneumatic process. Visually there is a shifting mechanism that
comprises of pieces of metal that are right angle triangles where
the right angle shifts about the centre of this wheel. This is what
takes you up on the wheel like an escelator.

17-8-17

(199) An Endless Track.

I am traveling on this endless train journey. I wake up on this
dinky train, on this model railway, to see alotment gardens going
past and I wonder how far I have traveled. I wonder how long I have
been asleep. It is a warm and summer's day. The carriage that I am
in is small and open top. This is a driverless train and there is no
one else aboard. The train it slows down and I wonder about jumping
off, but then it speeds up again and I miss my chance to jump off. I
do not know how far I have traveled or even where I really am. This
journey is a lonely one as it clanks along the track. I feel that I
am going nowhere and that there is no way of getting back.

19-8-17

(200) Fucking Christmas.

It is the middle of August and I overhear someone talking about
christmas shopping. So I have written a song called 'Fucking
Christmas.' For reasons of not offending people with bad language
the word fucking is replaced with the word ruddy and so this song
is also called 'Ruddy Christmas' and every 'fucking' in the song is
replaced with the word ruddy.

Fucking Christmas.

[Em]We will find our [Am]christmas spirit.

We will [C]find it where we [G]can.
We'll [Em]meditate on [Am]Santa.
[C]He's our fucking [G]man.

There's [Am]trouble in the [Em]workplace.

There's [G]people on the [B]go.
There's [Am]so much to [Em]do now.
And there [G]aint no fucking [B]snow. But.

[Em]We will find our [Am]christmas spirit.

We will [C]find it where we [G]can.
We'll [Em]meditate on [Am]Santa.
[C]He's our fucking [G]man.
[Am]Family is [Em]all we have.
It's [G]all we ever [B]need.
[Am]With good will and best [Em]wishes.
It's [G]all we fucking [B]need. Cos.

[Em]We will find our [Am]christmas spirit.

We will [C]find it where we [G]can.
We'll [Em]meditate on [Am]Santa.
[C]He's our fucking [G]man.

I [Am]love to cele[Am]brate with you.

You [G]are my christmas [B]wish.
[Am]Let's go out and [Em]rock this party.
And [G]have a fucking [B]dish. And.

[Em]We will find our [Am]christmas spirit.

We will [C]find it where we [G]can.
We'll [Em]meditate on [Am]Santa.
[C]He's our fucking [G]man.

[Em]We will find our [Dm]christmas spirit.

We will [F]find it where we [C]can.
We'll [Am]meditate on [Dm]Santa.
[F]He's our fucking [C]man.

Conversation:

Ady - "What do you think to my christmas song that I wrote?" I open

up my book full lyrics and chords to show Sacha.

Sacha - "Is there a joke that comes with that?"

Ady - 'Why is she asking me if there is a joke that comes with my

Christmas song?' I think to myself. Then I remember an old
Christmas joke:

"What do you call the reindeer behind rudolph the red nosed
reindeer?"

Sacha - "I don't know."

Ady - "Randolph the brown nosed reindeer." I look at Sacha's

exspressionless face.

Sacha - "Oh Randolph."

Ady - "Yes, but the main point here is that he has a brown nose.
Sacha if I have to explain this joke to you then it's not
funny."

Sacha - "I don't get jokes. Did you make that joke up?"

Ady - "No someone told me it." I look at Sacha's expressionless face

and she makes me laugh more than any joke could.
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WEEK 25
1333

21-8-17

(201) The Best Move To Make.

I am in Bilsthorpe. I watch the traffic speed down this road. The
road is wet and I imagine the drivers losing control of their cars
as they slide off the wet road. I imagine that I have to jump out of
the way, but this never happens. I have a black box full of things
and I suddenly think, 'Maybe I should lock that box up before I go.'
There is a young lad playing near by and I say to him, "Do you want
a hat?" He nods his head and comes on over. So I get a hat from out
of my black box. This hat is made from cardboard and I have to make
it up for him as he waits patiently. A few folds here and tuck a few
tabs in there and the hat is made in no time. The young lad takes
off his baseball cap and puts on this new cardboard hat that I have
just made up for him. I am thinking that the hat that he has just
taken off is much better than the hat that I have just made for him,
but he is happy with his new hat and so I lock up my black box and
then I make my way out of Bilsthorpe. That is probably the best move
to make.

22-8-17

(202) The Gooseberry And A Strange Entity.

I am walking towards three people. Two of them are a couple who are
kissing and laughing and swinging each other around like the
teenagers that they are and the other is a female. She is the
'gooseberry' as we say. Meaning that she is the only single in a
group of people who are all with their partners. I feel awkward as I
approach these people because I can feel the single female watch me
as I walk past. The other two are contojulating with each other and
they do not even know that I am there. So I self consciously walk
past them and I am now down between an old stone wall covered in
moss and a privet hedge making my way through when I am aware that
someone is phasing through into me. It is a strange sensation. I
feel an entity. I feel their essence, "Who are you?" I exclaim out
loud and with that I am not there. I find myself startled, somewhere
else.

(203) Supergrass.
I am working with this woman. We are care workers. She has a service
user on the toilet, but the careworker suddenly becomes impatient
and manovers the service user on her own. This is bad practice and
is against the rules. The service users back snaps clean off at the
waist. Her head and torso fall to the floor with a thud leaving her
legs and bottom sat motionless on the toilet. I cringe at this
spectacle. 'My co-worker is in trouble now.' I think to myself as I
carry on going about my work. My co-worker carries on with her job.
She knows that she has done wrong and I would not like to be in her
shoes. I am witness to the service users legs and bottom lifelessly
still on the toilet and then the head and torso with two arms
sticking out on the floor. There is movement on the floor. There is
life in the body and I wonder about the pain that she must be in. I
a not covering up for this. I will be called as a witness to what my
co-worker has just done and I will tell all. I will report on
everything that my co-worker has just done to this poor service
user. I will grass her up and turn her in.

23-8-17

(204) Fire Cover.

There are some motor bikes at this train station. They are big black
chopper bikes and a big black steam train turns up. I hear some
people say their good byes and they are joking about a lad who set a
house on fire. They are explaining about a manual for this house and
that the manual is not fire protected. These people go into great
length about a manual not being fire protected and I am thinking
about how complicated it is to own a property. Talk about preparing
for the worse and I see the fine print as they flick through the
pages of the house manual.

24-8-17

(205) Yeild.
I am walking the corridor, just me and my plastic mug when I come to
some double doors. I am negotiating my way through these double
doors when I am aware of some work men waiting to place a merry-go-
round inside the foyay of the double doors, or is it a roundabout?
I am not quite sure. I give way to these work men, but they signal
me to go through these double doors before they enter into the
corridor from outside. So I find myself outside with these people
for a brief moment just before the work men enter into the corridor
and place the merry-go-round/roundabout in that corridor. I am
pleased that they let me go through the double doors before them
because I would have been held up otherwise.

(206) The Esoteric Puzzle.

There is a puzzle that I have to do here, but there is no frame of
reference. There is no explination that I can give to you because
this is another realm entirely. Sometimes there is no translation. I
can feel the puzzle slip away from me as I come into this space from
another space entirely.

26-8-17

(207) An Abandoned Scenario.

I go to park my car down into a carpark below. There is a long steep
ramp which leads down into this carpark. As I drive onto this ramp I
notice that the ramp has had steps built onto it since I last drove
down here and my car bumps down these steps before I have a chance
to stop. So now I am trapped down in the carpark unable to travel
back up these steps to get out. This car park is private and I
should not be parked here. So I quickly find some bricks and I lay
them up on the steps so that my car tyres can be driven up onto
these steps in order to get out of this private carpark which I have
trapped myself in. I am aware that there is the land owner who has
just arrived and I am wondering what I should say to him. I see a
lass that I know. She is in her open top car parked up on the road
and I think about coopting her car for some reason. "Can you drive
in reverse?" I ask her.

"No. I have never driven in reverse." She tells me, which surprizes
me in one sense but not in another sense. She is an unusual lady.

"Can I borrow your car?" I ask her forthrightly. She does not
exactly say yes but it is clear to me that she is okay with lending
me her car.

THE END.

... Never to be continued.

27-8-17

(208) Some Changes.

I am working on something. I have made a template on the back of my
room door. Ripple, Maz, Liz Ward are there and I am showing them
what I have done. Hoping that they will appreciate the work that I
have done. Maz seems to like it, she can see where I am coming from
and the vision of what I am doing here.

Ripple says, "You know that disco booking, if you had taken that
booking then there would have been another disco booking available
as well."

"Oh no, I have done with DJing all these discos now. I've done too
many." I tell Ripple that I have moved on from the disco days as fun
as they were at the time.

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WEEK 26
1927

28-8-17

(209) Golden Moments.

I spend my time just chilling out in the old Craggy Crack. The
Craggy Crack is a golden river of sand with sandstone cliffs beside
the river that reflects on golden sunlight. I am paddling in this
wonderful scene. The bees are buzzing for their pollen that they
collect from the blue flowers that grow here and I watch as fish
gently nibble my feet beneath in the cool flowing water in the heat
of the day. With blue sky and sunlight above me there is not a cloud
in the sky. I make the most of this peaceful spot. There is not a
soul around. I look at some perfect slabs of golden sandstone
perfectly out as cubes that slot together except there is one tyre
mark that runs through the lot. A once wet tyre mark that has since
dried and set in stone. A record of long ago.

29-8-17

(210) Into The Next Dimension.

I am on this commune type farm place. I do not know what I am doing
here. I am not in control. For some reason I am given a lift out of
this commune place. A man in a big Jaguar car is taking me away. I
do not think that I have many rights. I do what I am told and I am
told what I do. We head off down the road in his Jaguar speeding
along for a while. I do not know where he thinks that he is taking
me. Suddenly without explination the man slows his Jaguar down and
turns back down the road the way that we came, back to the commune.
This time he drives even faster. As we get close to the commune I
notice that it is on fire. I tell the man who is driving the Jaguar,
but he does not say anything to me. I am in the passenger seat next
to this man and I do not think that he is going to stop. We are
heading straight for the burning building on the commune. It is dark
out there, but the orange flames are burning bright. As we just
approach I know that he will not stop now. I brace myself for impact
into this burning building. I brace myself for imminent death.

"I'm not dead!" I exclaim incorrectly, surprized that I am still

conscious.

"Of course you're not." The man replies. This is the first time that
he has spoken to me. I look across to him and I notice on the inside
of his driver's door the following writing:

Don't let it
get off T 4
you 2.

'What does this all mean?' I wonder to myself as only the dead
person that I am could do.

30-8-17

(211) An Arboretum Of Fun.

We are having family fun in the park with trees that do grow and
then we grind them up. This is Simons thing. He loves to grind the
trees right up. We all jump on these trees and bounce on the stacks
of branches, then we grind them all up and spit out wood. Like
fountains of chips they fly through the air. The smell of wood goes
through the air.

There is memerabilia of 'EMO Adi' strewn across this place. EMO Adi
training shoes and the music of EMO Adi is deep in the heart of
these people and places. It is all kept neat. The merchendise is
clean as the music rocks out its rhythms obscene.

It all goes back to the trees that grow so fast. With branches that
spring. Like a trampolene we bounce on these branches up in the air.
This is so much fun, we bound without care. A family of people we
play on the wood. We splice it all up and the feeling is good.

31-8-17

(212) The Monkey Within.

I am a monkey who climbs on the wire cage that I am in with all the
other monkeys. I know this wire well as I hang on, as I jump around
in counterpoint to the other monkeys. There is a part of this wire
cage fence that hangs lose and low. There is some banter between two
other monkeys who taunt each other. They are so adept. They are the
top monkeys andit is hard to tell who is the best as both monkeys
perform their manouvers around this wire cage and I watch them
intently. I copy their actions. I learn their moves. The tactics
that they use are displayed for all of us to see and in this case I
feel free to be the monkey that you see.

(213) Sweet.
Intuitively I am aware of this wonderful feeling. I can see it as a
white light spark with a hint of a creamy peach. I am not exactly
sure as I have a colour vision impairment and it bleeds through into
my intuition. I am aware of this creamy peach gentle female
sweetness that permeates its essence within me and all of its
feelings as a spark that has an intense ball of light within. A
sweetness and a gentleness that I have never encountered before.
There is no weakness here, only a silent love and a strength. A
silent love and a strength as old as time itself. A dualistic state
as a spark and an intense small ball the size of a pinprick point
that makes me aware of a beautiful place of silence that I have
never been aware of before. A loverly encounter of a sweetness and a
gentleness. A female beautifulness that invades my heart and soul
with love. That wreastles my dumb male ego heart. A spark in my
heart of forgiveness with a depth of feeling and a poigniantcy that
goes way beyond.

(214) This Is England.

I am walking along outside down a country pathway singing this song
next to a woman who is also walking along with me:

"Who Do You Think You Are Kidding Mr Hitler

If You Think We're On The Run?
We Are The Boys Who Will Stop Your Little Game
We Are The Boys Who Will Make You Think Again
'Cause Who Do You Think You Are Kidding Mr Hitler
If You Think Old England's Done?

Mr Brown Goes Off To Town

On The Eight Twenty-One
But He Comes Home Each Evening
And He's Ready With His Gun

(So Who Do You Think You Are Kidding Mr Hitler

If You Think Old England's Done?)

So Watch Out Mr Hitler

You Have Met Your Match In Us
If You Think You Can Crush Us
We're Afraid You've Missed The Bus
'Cause Who Do You Think You Are Kidding Mr Hitler
If You Think Old England's Done?"

As I am walking along and singing I am fiddling about with some old

nuts and bolts and washers that I have found on the ground. The nuts
and bolts are joined to an old bracket which I have taken off and
discarded. I have joined two bolts together with one nut. Inside
this nut where the two bolts meet I have placed a cap of gunpowder.
So that when I drop the bolt the cap goes off, CRACK! As the bolt
impacts the ground.

"I say it is awfully nice out here, what." Says the woman who is
walking next to me in an old fashioned and over exagerated English
accent which startles me for a second.

"Yes it is awfully." I reply in an equally old fashioned and over

exagerated English accent and it is just nice as we meander in the
countryside.

1-9-17

(215) Bad Love.

It is just a walk in the park
as I take notice of the grass
and the trees, the sky up above
and the lady's dress
as she sits on a bench
free of all cares.

The truth is
that it is a bad love
the chemistry is wrong.
It started so good,
but now there is pain.
She looks so nice
and I am mesemerized by her moves
until she is under my skin,
deep in my heart.
An obsessive pleasure together
and painfully apart
this unhealthy match is falling apart.
Our uneasiness is obvious.
It is a silent refrain.
A measured response
that is driving me insane.

Now she is distant

her sweetness has gone
given way to a sterness
and a silent tongue.
She is my pleasure and pain
an irritation to itch
as I scratch her away
my beautiful witch.

We have done nothing wrong,

but I feel as guilty as hell.
It is just a bad love
that cannot end well.
So I am going to avoid her.
I wish her the best
but our friendship is too much.
It is killing me inside.
We will be happier apart.
I will be happier alone
and I know that now.
3-9-17

(216) "I Know Nothing Sir."

The secret service is here. Someone is on the run and we are being
questioned here. I am being shown how two screws can be screwed into
each other. One screw is a grub screw, left hand threaded, that can
screw into the top of another larger ordinary right hand threaded
screw. "I didn't know that screws can do that!" I exclaim to the
secret service.

"Yes well they don't want you to know about these sort of things, do
they." I am told by one of the secret service members.

For some reason I get an instinctive feeling that the person who
went on the run went over to Belgium to avoid the people like these
secret service members here in England. I am not saying anything. I
am not admitting to anything. I imagine a lonely existance hiding
out in a foreign country not understanding the language. Restricted
to a strict discipline of keeping out of surveylance areas like
banks, town centres, computers ect. I imagine a sad lonely grufty
man on the run unkempt, unshaven. A tramp at their wits end. Living
out their life in a rough existance, but then what do I know?

(217) Get With The Program.

I am trying to make food out of very little. More like magic food
into existance from nothing. There is a dark blue glass ashtray with
some burnt bits in it in the bottom. "This is your dinner." We tell
a young lass no more than twelve years old and then the young girl
starts to cry.

"Oh now, we are only joking." Says Sacha all concerned as she rushes
up to the young girl and leans sideways looking into her face as she
talks to her. "I darn't tell you that there's no fags for you
either." Says Sacha in a joking kind of way.

'Sacha is too kind.' I think silently to myself. 'And I would not

want to be responsable for giving cigarettes to a child.' I watch in
judgment as Sacha shows off her inappropriate kindness to this young
girl. Sacha is so sweet and I do not want to interject here, but
giving cigarettes to a minor is a bridge too far for me. This is up
to Sacha not me and I am not getting involved, but what is she
thinking?

For some strange reason I suddenly feel a buzz in my head like a

phone going off vibrating in silent mode. I am aware that this buzz
in my head has changed the way that I think and I wonder to myself,
"Am I being programmed here?"

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WEEK 27
1660

4-9-17

(218) A True Story Of 'Irony.'

"Is It Still There?"

It was back in the early 1980's. I was an apprentice at Ruston Gas
Turbines in Lincoln. Too young to drive a car the apprentices had
mopeds to get to work. The typical mopeds of the time were Suzuki
AP50, Yamaha FS1E (commonly known as a Yammy fizzy), Honda SS50 or
Honda C50. There was some banter between the lads about whether a
two stroke engine is best like the Suzuki AP50 and the Yammy Fizzy
or whether a four stroke engine is best like the Honda SS50 and the
Honda C50. I had a Suzuki AP50 and so I was firmly on the side of
the simple two stroke engine. We would joke about the four stroke
Honda mopeds calling them tanks.

There was a lad at work who was an apprentice electrician and some
of the other apprentices would often ask him, "Is it still there?"
They would ask this question with a smile on their face and the
electrician would typically reply back, "Yes it is still there."
With a smile on his face too. 'What was that all about?' I would
wonder to myself.

It was very expensive to get your moped insured being so young. It

cost more to get insured than the moped was worth. So when my mum
woke me up one morning to ask me if I had parked my moped in the
drive I told her "Yes."

"Well it's not there now." She replied all concerned.

"Okay." I said and rolled over and went back to sleep for another
hour or two. Later that day we got the police involved. They found
my missing moped. It had been set on fire and it was a burnt out
mess. After some time I got a nice cheque from my insurance company
covering my loss.

So one day I am at work and I over hear someone ask the apprentice
electrician, "Is it still there?" With the same typical smile on
their faces and the same reply from the apprentice electrician,
"Yes it's still there." So at this point I did something that I
would not usually do as a carefree teenager not bothered about
anything. I bothered to ask, "Why do you keep asking the electrician
"Is it still there?"" And it turned out that because the electrician
had paid so much for fully comprehensive insurance on his moped and
because he wanted to buy a new moped. He had been parking his moped
in a dodgy area under Pelham bridge with the keys left in the
ignition for months and no one would steal his moped!

6-9-17

(218) Poly My Girl.

We are playing with bras for polyhedra. There is a cup for each
vertex and each cup is a different colour. It is the latest craze.
So get some bras for your die today. We are cheeky in the street as
we play with these bras and we upset the people with our cups as we
throw these bras around we are chased around in the street by the
angry people incensed by our actions. All I can think about is my
loverly girlfriend. Her small cups on her polyhedra body. She is so
fit. She is a beautiful girl with her small vertices of titties I am
in love with her shape. Her edges and faces are beautiful too. I
throw her around. I am hypnotised by her rolls. She is beautiful to
me.
7-9-17

(219) Priceless.
Money can buy you lots of nice things but,
if you live a life without money,
then you live a life that money can't buy.

Can't Make Me.

______________

Intro:

e|-------------------
B|-------------------
G|-------------------
D|-------1--------1--
A|----1--------1-----
E|-0--------0--------
-|-|--|--|--|--|--|--

{ E G Bb A } x2

Eb D C A
Looking for the people to set the rotas right.
Eb D C A
Wanting everybody working day and night.
Bb E A G
Money, money, money, can't make me.
Bb E A G
Money, money, money, can't make me.

Eb D C A
I don't want to go to work tonight.
Eb D C A
I just need to set the record right.
Bb E A G
Money, money, money, can't make me.
Bb E A G
Money, money, money, can't make me.

Solo:
* *
e|-3--5--7--0--0--0--0--3--5--7--0--0--0--0--0--0--0--0
B|-3--------5--5--5--5--3--------5--5--5--5--5--5--5--5
G|-3--------6--6--6--6--3--------6--6--6--6--6--6--6--6
D|----------6--6--6--6-----------6--6--6--6--6--6--6--6
A|-----------------------------------------------------
E|-----------------------------------------------------
-|-|--|--|--|--|--|--|--|--|--|--|--|--|--|--|--|--|--|

*slide from 5th fret to 7th fret.

Eb D C A
I don't want to go to work tonight.
Eb D C A
I just need to set the record right.
Bb E A G
Money, money, money, can't make me.
Bb E A G
Money, money, money, can't make me.
Bb E A G
won't break me.
Bb E A G
can't shake me.
Bb E A G
can't make me.

Outro:

E G Bb A

e|----------
B|----------
G|----------
D|-------1--
A|----1-----
E|-0--------
-|-|--|--|--

Chords used:

e|-0--1--0--2--3--0
B|-2--3--1--3--4--0
G|-2--3--0--2--3--1
D|-2--3--2--0--x--2
A|-0--1--3--x--x--2
E|-0--1--3--x--x--0
-|-|--|--|--|--|--|
-|-A--Bb-C--D--Eb-E
-|-----------------
-|-----------------

8-9-17

(220) Mum Knows Best.

It is my mum, "Come on." She says, "I've got some cream for you."

"What's that for?" I ask her as she is in front of me with her

rubber gloves on and what appears to be sugar and water on her
finger.

"It's vaginal cream." She informs me.

"But I haven't got a vagina!" I state awkwardly. I am not sure what

is going on here. So then I decide to move my underware over to
reveal my right groin area and she puts some sugar and water on what
appears to be a tiny sphere on my groin there. Then I move my
underwear over to reveal my left groin area. There is a small sphere
on that groin area too and the sugar and water is applied. 'How did
she know that these spheres were there? And how did she know to put
sugar and water on them?' I wonder to myself. I am perplexed. I am
so perplexed.

10-9-17

(221) A River Of Life.

I have the whole world behind me now as I sing my songs of love. As
I follow the tributaries with everyone behind me. I sing out loud for
everyone to hear. As I cut through the path of least resistance. The
flow of water here. I sink into my narrow boat to get myself some
sleep. I live a sheltered life in these tributaries and locks. As I
follow my hearts content down this river of life. The fishes they
swim along with me and the birds they chirp their song to the sweet
sounds of nature. My river boat afloat. My platform. My home.

A song for E R Thorpe:

Instrumental:

e|10-10-7-7--3-3--2-2--0-0--0-0-
B|-0----0----0----0----1----0---
G|-0----0----0----0----2----0---
D|-0----0----0----0----3----2---
A|-x----x----x----x----0----3---
E|-x----x----x----x----0----0---
-|-|----|----|----|----|----|---
-|-G----G----G----G----F----C---
-|-------------- maj7-maj7-maj7-
-|-----------------

Verse 1:
[Cmaj7]I have the whole world be[Fmaj7]hind me now
[Cmaj7]As I sing my songs of [Fmaj7]love
[Cmaj7]As I follow the tribu[Fmaj7]taries
[Cmaj7]With everyone behind [Fmaj7]me

Instrumental x2

Verse 2:
[Cmaj7]I sing out loud for everyone to [Fmaj7]hear
[Cmaj7]As I cut through the path of least resis[Fmaj7]tance
[Cmaj7]The flow of [Fmaj7]water
[Cmaj7]A river of life is [Fmaj7]here

Instrumental x2

Verse 3:
[Cmaj7]I sink into my narrow [Fmaj7]boat
[Cmaj7]To get myself some [Fmaj7]sleep
[Cmaj7]I live a sheltered [Fmaj7]life
[Cmaj7]In these tributaries and [Fmaj7]locks
[Cmaj7]As I follow my [Fmaj7]hearts content
[Cmaj7]Down this river of [Fmaj7]life

Instrumental x2

Verse 4:
[Cmaj7]The fishes they [Fmaj7]swim along with me
[Cmaj7]The birds they chirp their [Fmaj7]song
[Cmaj7]To the sweet sounds of [Fmaj7]nature
[Cmaj7]My river boat a[Fmaj7]float
[Cmaj7]My platform. My [Fmaj7]home.

Instrumental x2

(222) A Seperation.
I am on a train with Paula and we get to our destination station as
I quickly get off the train, but before Paula has a chance to get
off the train the train moves. Paula is jolted and forced to lean up
against a wall. I am watching this from the platform. So then Paula
tries to get off this train again. She is right at the door of this
train, but the train moves off again. This train it does not stop. I
watch it as it does not stop. I watch it as it leaves the station
with Paula still in the carriage. I witness passangers in the
carriage all banging on the windows from inside. Wanting to get off.

The train has left the station and so I make my way to the desk and
explain my situation. I am told that the train has gone for repairs.
What use is that for me?

(223) Without My Receipt.

I hear Johnny Green, singing and playing guitar next door. His voice
and playing bellows through the walls of our house. 'I didn't know
that he could play guitar!' I think to myself and I go round to
investigate. Next door is like a social club. I ask about the
singing and playing to a man sat at a table there who appears to be
runnin this club. It turns out that it is all for charity. The man
goes off and johnny comes back with his guitar and gives me some
money. I think that this money is meant for the man running the
club, but I take the money anyway and Johnny rushes off.

Later I see the man on the door and I explain about the money, but
I am not sure about how much money I was given. There is a mix up
and I am really not sure about this money.

(224) Revealing Myself.

I am showing my parents my book of dreams and I show them my
illustrations. I get the impression that Maz and Ian are going into
business using art and creativity as a way to help children. 'They
have never been interested in my creativity.' I think to myself.

I show my mum my tattoo on the top of my left arm and she shows her
disapproval of it most strongly. It says 'Christmas 777' on the
tattoo which is written within the shape of a shield.
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WEEK 28

13-9-17

(225) Deep In Rural England.

I am hiding out in the rows of growth, in the farmers' fields. Just
me and my girlfriend we crawl along the rows. We slide and burrow
along the furrows of these harrowed fields. Free from the world of
hustle and bustle. Carefully we follow the activities of the
civilized world from the safe space in the farmers' fields and the
wild growths. I go deep into the wild growths away from everyone
else. Just to be sure that no one will find me. Then I reappear at
the side of the crops starring into the movements of the organised
people in the streets of the towns and the villages who shape this
world into their conglomerations. So it is just me and my girlfriend
far away from everyone else. Crawling in the thick sodden claggy mud
under the crops for shelter.

(226) A Steeplechase Of Jobs.

I am on a journey and I am looking for my counterpart. We do a job
and then I race on up ahead to find another person to do a job with.
I am so far up ahead. I am out of sight. I have past so many people
on my journey up this course. I find another counterpart. I am
really doing well. I am way on up ahead in this race of doing jobs.
No one can stop me now!

14-9-17

(227) Jo Makes me smile.

I am in this pub to do some more singing and playing on my guitar.
It is all quiet in the pub when Jo spots me out of the corner of her
eye. She comes over to me effervescing with her bubbly style and we
chat for a while.

(228) One.
I come on down and our subtle energies merge. We just lounge in our
energy and so everything has been unsaid. Deep in our energy we feel
the love that we feel and it is a glorious day beyond all that I
could say. We just lounge away with nothing to say because all has
been unsaid. There is nothing to do because all has been undone. We
are free of it all now that we are one. All the doubts and fears
have suddenly gone. Now that we both have now become one. In a
peachy space of subtle hues we have found a new centre. Without need
and into our new hope we enter. A new path we choose now that we are
one. The feeling it carries and it just goes on and on.

15-9-17

(229) Someone Else.

I can feel this song fading away like a fog on the ocean, like a
spray in the grey. I feel the words fall from the sky. I look around
in the haze and I ask myself why, why do I feel like an open space?
A seascape of greyness. An open remote place. Please forgive me for
I am out here alone. So far away, the furthest that I have ever
known. I would really like to come back now. I have wandered too far
as a bouy in the wilderness and an ocean we are. Please be gentle,
please be kind. I am not quite myself. I am so far out of my mind.
In a place so remote. A vision at sea, I am lost in nowhere and this
is not me.

23-9-17

(230) Bits And Bobs.

Hi,

Are you going to see Sam play tomorrow night?

Hope song group went well. I've had a busy week and was a bit tired
and rushed on Thursday night. Will be at next one.

I'm going to see Sam, after all his hard work practicing.

I am still up for singing narrow boat song. I've written a new song
called 'open up' and Xmas song is evolving.

On another note, I have 2 tickets that need using up by the end of

this month. Purelands lantern lit evening in the Meditation garden
at north Carlton. If you fancied going. It's 7.30pm till 10pm. Was
maybe thinking next weekend as its warmer, so they say. Possibly
Saturday. Anyway, will chat to you about it when I next see you.

Sacha

Sent from my iPhone

Hello Sacha,

I did not go to song group last Thursday either.

I would love to hear your new song 'Open Up.' You have got many
musical gifts. You can write songs because you have an instinct for
music. You are a great performer on stage. Better than you know!
Because you dare to put yourself up there and you have such a great
singing voice also. My only advice would be to keep the guitar
playing simple. To elaborate on your singing voice and the words
that you sing because singing is always far more important than
guitar playing.

I was going to tell you the last time that we were at the
songwriters' group that I had booked a reading with the psychic
Jenny Cross, but I never got around to it. I had got her number when
I looked up online about the Mind Body And Spirit Show. I was ill
last weekend. I was shivering in bed with cold and flu symptoms all
weekend. On Tuesday morning I was well enough to go busking in
Mansfield and in the afternoon I went to Kirkby for a psychic
reading. It is �40 for 20 minutes and she was very good. She has
told me a lot about myself. On Tuesday night my head was buzzing
with all the things that she had said.

The upshot of my reading is that I have decided that I want to move

away. After such a great summer of performing the only way I feel
that I can keep my happy vibe going is by moving away and getting my
own place to live in. The obvious place for me to go would be
Torquay on the south coast because I have some friends who often go
down there. One of them is the lad from Lincoln who I meet up with
for a pub lunch once a month. He has some properties in Torquay. I
am meeting him on Monday to see if he has any advice for me.

My ex/landlady does not know about my plans to move on yet. It is

only now that I have found the will to want to move on and so I do
not want to delay now. So hopefully I will get my own place in
Torquay to live in, in the next week or two. I feel that it is
because of my involvment in Swanyard Songwriters' Group that has
helped me to get to this point. I will be sad to leave everyone
here, but I am excited to meet new people and explore a new place. I
need to get a life.

Are you busy this weekend? Feeling better?

Felt quite emotional reading your email. You have become an

important part of the song group. Will miss your energy. And thanks
for the kind and relevant comments. I also went to see a psychic on
Tuesday, Jill Harrison who I have seen for years. Needed guidance
also.

If you fancy meeting up this weekend let me know. Could do pure

lands Sunday eve.

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1-11-17 Wednesday

(231) Javalin Mice.

The spear is thrown and there are mice in the centre. It is like a
javalin with two mice sat in the centre. One mouse looking out
whilst the other is completely hidden. I am thinking, 'It must be
clostraphobic for that hidden mouse!' We watch as we open up the
javalin and the mice come out. "I feel so stupid." Says my dad. "I
never knew that there were two mice in there!" He is embarrassed to
say. I am just thinking, 'Poor mice! They must be terrefied being
thrown about like that in the javalin.' But all you get from the
mice is a high pitched "Wheet wheet."

2-11-17 Thursday

(232) Second Level Traffic.

It is all about getting a parking slot near where you live, when
there is a shop close by. When you and the shop is on a second level
street and there is a ramp road that you need to drive up in order
to get access to the shop and your house.

(233) She Makes An Arrival.

Bleep, bleep. Bleep, bleep. I hear a phone bleeping just as I notice
little Sacha driving a big coach. I look up to her as I am walking
along the path and she drives by. Is that my phone bleeping or is
that sound coming from the coach? Am I phoning Sacha or is Sacha
phoning me? Well, she has arrived.

3-11-17 Friday

(234) A Shop Front.

There is a shop. The shop front is respectable. They deal in writing
and there is an old fashioned typewriter in the window but, this is
just a front. This is just a cover up for all the dodgy illicit
deals that they do to survive. Secret deals that no one is allowed
to know about. Just like an art dealer who really deals in arms and
uses art as a cover up. The writing dealer delves deep into dodgy
deals to mis construe and skew their readership. They manipulate
their readers thoughts indiscernibly. This quaint old shop with an
old fashioned typewriter in the window is not as innocuous as it
would seem.

(235) Here Is A Tool.

There is a lad who owes my dad some money. Spanner is his name. He
says that he can not pay my dad what he owes him because the money
has been taken already for someone else that he owes money to. My
dad does not want him on our premises and so Spanner is persuaded to
leave. Spanner was reluctant to leave at first. He was arguing the
toss with my dad. So I step in and politely advise Spanner to leave
which he does without any trouble.

It is strange because there is another Spanner sat in the back

garden now. Who looks exactly like the spanner who was persuaded to
leave. We all decide to solve a problem together Spanner, my dad and
myself. Spanner has already shown us a problem. I was going to show
them the Monty Hall problem but my dad says that he has a problem to
show us.

4-11-17 Saturday

(236) Name That Band.

I am auditioning for a stage show. There is a lot of improvising.
There is a woman who I must impress to secure m place in the show. I
put my heart and soul into the performance. I make it all up as I go
along. I sing and I dance. I make up the song and the dance moves on
the spot and I feel good about it. Then we stop for a break. I take
a good look at the woman who I am to impress to get my place in the
show. She is young and pretty. I catch her eye and she suddenly
shows me her serious face and turns away from me. 'She is going to
be strict.' I think to myself. We are suddenly distracted:

A team of cyclists have just wizzed past. I hear someone say with a
slightly amused expression, "It's the band. The lead singer does not
know where to go." And I notice someone shouting out to them and
waving his hat in the air to get their attention, but they went past
so fast that they are a long way up the road now. I met the lead
singer earlier today. He is a young lad. He has a strong Irish
accent when he speaks. I do not know his name.

5-11-17 Sunday

(237) The Currency Of Splendor.

We are setting up when people are on stage. We are negotiating.
There is a big board up on the wall in the hall that has been
adapted to show when people perform. Some people only want to do a
short spot on stage. They do not want to do a full performance. They
only have a few things to say and that is okay. We all have a
different message to convay. We accomodate those people who
entertain us and they give us their splendor in return. The loud and
the proud and the subtle alike. Lending and spending their time up
on stage as a preoccupation to all those who attend.

7-11-17 Tuesday

(238) Little Dotty Bubble.

I dream about my Dotty. My scrawny little Dotty with her little
hands and her big hair do. She dots around like the social butterfly
who she truely is. I dote on that girl and her empathic bubble that
she floats in. I dote on all that she does. I dote on who she truly
is to me. My little Dotty Bubble she is all of my desire. My little
Dotty Bubble is the sweetest girl. I have walked away from her now
but I can not deny her, my affection. <3

(239) Nowhere Else To Go.

I see her getting cosy with a lad that she is talking to. I want to
go home from this party right now! I could not bare to see her in
love with another man. I get my scarf on to go home, but I can not
go home. The doors will be locked and I would disturb the household
on my return. What should I do? I go back into the roon where she
was getting close with that lad, but they are not there. So I wander
around this big house full of people. No one really knows me now. My
old friends have moved on. I see them chattering with their new
friends who I do not know. Friendlessly I walk dispondently through
this party house. The girl who I love can not be found. I look
around but she is nowhere to be seen, her and that lad who she talks
to. My imagination sees a worse case scenario. My heart is being
broken apart and I am feeling alone. I would like to move on now,
but there is nowhere else for me to go : (

(240) Without Throwing Stones.

I learn to grow in the greenhouse of hope. I look past the squarking
chicken. Past the creeping plant on the trellis on the wall. I hang
around with the greenary. The plant life are my friends. They grow
and crawl and twine as those birds with flapping feathers squark and
squabble for food, around on the ground. I climb up through thicket
and make my way out. With the smell of tomatoes behind all that glass
in a warmth of sunlight and with a hose of water that sprays out,
through leafy vegetation and petals of flowers, this salad bowl of
plant life is a natural home for me now.
9-11-17 Thursday

(241) Isolation.
It is hilly here. With my bag across my shoulder full of bits of
paper I am making my way across a tar mac car park. This car park is
on the top of a hill and so it is flat and level. At the corner of
this car park are pathways like the footings of a building. These
footings are like a raised up maze of pathways to get lost in but I
am in this car park and so I am not lost, but there are no cars.
This car park is empty because there is no road to access this car
park and I am rushing about with nowhere to go, nothing to do and no
one to see. On this hill top of isolation there is no one else
around as I freely make my way and one day merges into another day.

(242) To Love A Girl Who Does Not Love Herself.

There is a small red square with a pale blue line on the bottom edge
of it on my computer screen. I have a message. I press the square
with my forefinger and wait but it does not respond. I press the
square again and Sacha appears on my screen. She is anxious. She
fears being alone. I watch her anxiety as she is desperate for
contact. There is a time delay you see. So then suddenly she
realises that we have a connection and she begins to relax. She is
not alone now and so she starts to chat and I wonder what she has to
say as I am concerned. I worry about that girl. I just wish that she
could be happy. : ( <---> : )

10-11-17 Friday

(243) Neighbours.
I am trying to out the regestration plates of this car. I am sat at
the back of the car with the regestration plates in my hands but
they are broken. I am wondering which way around do they go?

[ DB7][ 6L5] or is it [ 6L5][ DB7] ?

I look around to see in what order number plates have their

alphanumerics in when Nigel Smith walks past looking inquizatively
at the car, the number plates and myself.

From nowhere I hear someone laugh, "Do you remember this? It was
very strange." I hear them say as it was some old comedy TV show
from the ninteen eighties. I look across the road and inside a
bungalow that has two windows. I see Nigel Smith in the left hand
side window and he is sat at a table with some wind up teeth that
chatter on the table in front of him. In the right hand side window
in this bungalow is an unknown woman who is sat at the other end of
the table. She is balancing small objects on top of each other on
this table. In the left hand side window Nigels teeth start to
chatter and in the right hand side window the woman's objects fall
down. She is miffed and I ear laughter from an invisable audiance. I
am still sat behind this car with its regestration plates in my
hands wondering which way they go. I think that they go:

[ DB7][ 6L5]
(244) Take Me Out.
I find myself in an old fashioned black and white movie:

Sacha picks me up in her old fashioned car to take me up north, but

she is wreckless and our car spins out of control. We find ourselves
bouncing along the road, side by side on our arses up the road until
we come to a stop. We do not feel a thing. She is laughing and I am
laughing and she is so excited. "Come on!" She says. "Leave the car.
No one will know."

"But they will trace your paperwork." I tell her.

"I'll throw it away. Come on!" She says and we go off laughing and
joking and reliving the crash. She is so crazy and I am such a fool.

"Sacha you are so much fun to be with and to die by your side, well
the pleasure and the privilage is all mine."

11-11-17 Saturday

(245) My Corruption.
I am walking around and I am listening to something on my laptop
computer that I have with me. I do not even know what it is that I
am listening to, but it is interesting to me and I am so engrossed
in it. I am also carrying some chocolate swiss rolls, but they are
not mine, they belong to my dad. I really want one of these
chocolate swiss rolls. Tantalisingly tasty, I imagine how nice they
would be and then I can not help myself. I take some of the swiss
roll for myself and it is delicious. Suddenly I have a problem. I am
now working out how I can repackage these swiss rolls so that my dad
will not know that I have taken some of his swiss roll?

I rearrange the swiss rolls in the clear plastic packaging that they
came in. I try to look objectively at the packaging. Does that look
like I have not eaten a swiss roll? I feel guilty. Taking without
asking and then covering up my tracks. But my dad is not here and
those swiss rolls are so nice.

(246) Tubes Of White Plastic.

I am eating plastic. I did not know that I could eat plastic! 'This
could be useful.' I think to myself. I am reassured to know that I
can eat plastic and get nutrition from it. But this is no ordinary
plastic. So what sort of plastic is this?

12-11-17 Sunday

(247) My Mute Mind.

I am dropping a lad off at this house. I do not talk I just listen
to him, "I've been getting into this band errr, I forget who they
are now." He says as he opens a car door at this lads house where a
few friends are meeting up. 'Surely you could have quickly worked it
out by google on your phone.' I think to myself. The lad gets out of
the car and meets another lad called Winnie who is smartly dressed
in black jeans and a black shirt which is in contrast to his blonde
hair. They get talking and I hear Winnie say to the lad, "I don't
find Mel interesting concidering that we have the same interest,
mathematics." I am intrigued, I like mathematics. "He is boring. He
is not interested in the night until it gets exciting and then he
will claim the night for himself and make it his own." Winnie goes
on to say as he and the lad are drinking in the back garden of this
house.

13-11-17 Monday

(248) A Consensus Album.

My dad and myself are looking through a photo album. Sacha has taken
the photo that we are looking at on a trip out that we have been on.
My dad is not impressed that there are many photos of graphitti. I
remind my dad, "Well, she is an art teacher." I can see how Sacha's
sense of art differs from my mums sense of art.

There are also pictures of my cousin Wendy and I try to work out the
household members who she lives with, but I am not sure and I give
up trying to work that out. The genealogical landscape of our family
is too vague for me to make sense of it.

14-11-17 Tuesday

(249) Entitled.
I find that I have two messages that I can understand: 'This is a
message to you.' Spelt out in hypertext and 'This is another
message to you.' Not spelt out in hypertext. These messages are both
simultanously from Sacha and from God at the same time. I do not
need to open the messages up and read them beacause just by reading
their titles I get the impression of the messages. I understand
where the messages have come from. It is with a feeling and a
knowing, just by reading the titles it all becomes clear. The
messages are more inexplicable and much more elequent than I could
ever say. I get their meaning instantly, but now that meaning has
gone away.

15-11-17 Wednesday

(250) Give Me Shelter.

I am homeless. I am looking for a good place to cross the road of
busy traffic. All my belongings are on wheels that I push around and
the wheels get stuck in the cracks of the pavement. I looking for a
good place to shelter from the cold and the wind. The traffic is
crazy, turning unexpectedly, whizzing past me and beeping out loud
making me jump. I eventually manage to cross this busy road. There
are large gardens to big houses hidden behind large trees of spruce
that blow in the wind. I am out in the elements. It is bitterly
cold. A one man show with nowhere to go.

(251) Prison Planet.

I feel like the manager David Hazelhurst is checking up on me. Most
people are watching sport in another room. I am not interested in
sport so I am watching television in here. I am watching more arty
things. Dave is quiet. I know that he does not want to be in here
with me, in this room, at this time. "I bet you are missing the
sports results." I say to him. He takes his gaze off the television.
He looks down at his whatch and rearanges it on his wrist and after
a thoughtful delay he says, "Yes." And then he looks up again to
carry on watching the television, but he does not want to be in here
with me. I know it and I can feel it. But he is a manager and he has
to keep an eye on me.

16-11-17 Thursday

(252) There Is No Poison Between Us.

My ex and I are weeding in the garden. We pick out the weeds in the
garden with our hands. We are very relaxed. She has a friend in the
garden with her. Her friend is so down on me. She criticises me to
my ex. I just listen quietly. I do not respond and my ex does not
respond either to these criticisms because we are relaxed. I have a
long pole and I poke the pole into a hole in a bucket to manover
that bucket along. I am going to fill that bucket up with the weeds
that I pick out of the soil. My ex makes her way over to me. "What's
up with you then?" My ex asks me in a casual and meandering kind of
way.

"Noat" I reply calmly as I carry on picking out the weeds with my

hands in this green and overgrown garden. There is no trouble. There
is no drama and even my ex's friend begins to relax in this garden
and so we all pick out the weeds with our hands relaxed and calmly.

17-11-17 Friday

(253) Climbing.
The food is up the hill. The people climb up that hill to find their
food. I find everything in this little seaside community. I find
everything as the traffic goes by. It rushes past me only to greet
me at the stop, before it takes me up that hill. Spilling my cereal,
oozing out my porridge as I listen through my headphones to mask the
noisy sounds of the traffic up the hill. The people of this good
neighbourhood with their traffic up the hill encountering the
steepness and the noisey traffic up the hill.

(254) Catch Up.

I am eating a sandwich. I see Roger Hales. He is eating his dinner
sat on his settee. He tells me of this girl he sees with size twelve
eggs. His eyes widen as he tells me and his ands exagerates their
sizes. He tells me of the food that he cooks. "What's for dinner
then Roger?" I ask him as I pick up bits of tuna out of the carpet
that has fallen out of my sandwich.

"I don't know what's for your dinner but I know what's for my
dinner." He smiles as he tells me this. "I have not had anyone
around here for a month now." He confesses. I tell him a few things
about my life. 'It is good to catch up with old friends.' I think to
myself as I eat up my tuna and sweetcorn sandwich on brown bread.

(255) Down At The Club.

Sacha and I we play pool upstairs. When we finish playing our game
there is a man at the top of the stairs. "Can you take this down on
your way down?" He asks me and I carry a golf club down for him.

At ground level now I notice that Sacha and this man are emptying
pool balls onto the pool table down stairs. A lot of the balls are
new and so I notice that the man is sorting the balls out and
accounting for them all.

Then Sacha and I we go to sit down. We share a comfy chair between

us. She tells me what to do. "That is the strict teacher in you
coming out." I tell her. Sacha is lovely. She is so small and so
cute and very girly too. I go to kiss her on her cheek. She is
embarressed and unsettled and I feel clumsey as we both jiffle about
in the chair.

I hear a song called, 'Open Up And Shine On Me.' By Mark E Smith.

So revealing is this new song to me.

18-11-17

(256) Together Seperately.

This is my spirituality. This is my journey as I follow it along
independently I make my way with others. Independently because I
stand alone on my journey. With others because they stand alone on
their journey with me and we all go along with our independence
together. We all need each other to be seperate and free. So let us
stop the fighting and work together on our own. In seperation we can
all unite as one. Together seperately an oxymoron.

19-11-17

(257) Shadow Work.

I have been looking for myself. I have been looking deep within.
tere is something that wants to attack women, Idare it, because then
it wil reveal itself to the light. It does things that it should not
do. So now I keep a watch. I see a silhouette of the girl who I
love. I play around in the shadow of her mind. I seek out the dark
entities. I look to see what I can find. I look in all the dark
places without fear. I bring it to the light, deep in my
subconscious, in my dreams. I light up the shadows at night.

(258) The Unknown.

I am feeling disgruntled. I am in America. I have flown over here
from England, you see. There are cartoon characters and disney.
Michael Jackson and others who stand out from the crowd, but I am
disgruntled here. Their culture is so bias. It puts me down for
being who I am in this life. I stand up for myself with respect. I
am careful how I make myself known. This culture is bias and against
me, but I am careful not to become a victim to their ways. There is
a way to fight back without violence. There is a way to make
yourself known. In the face of growing pressures and adversity I
learn how to keep my cool in the heat of the day.

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The Little Cartoon Character.

There is a little cartoon character who has got more integrity than
the rest. A little cartoon character who I have more respect for
than anyone else. Who can see all the injustice around them. Who
knows how it is all going wrong. This little cartoon character has a
different to all of the others. There is hope in my plight now you
see, for as long as this little character is around me. Who can see
that I am friendly and fair. That I am just caught up in the bias
and the prejudice. I have found my own little friend who will back
me up when all those around me who are against me and working in
fear. My only true friend in this world.

They may be little but they are strong. They may be a cartoon
character but they have learnt how to become so real. Somehow their
attitude is different. They have more integrity than the others.
They are so much fairer than the rest. This little cartoon character
can stand as a force of its own. This little cartoon character is
changing a culture on its own. So as the wheels of America are
turning there is a little cartoon character who is changing America
for the better. There is a little cartoon character who is straight
and is so true and so strong, as to change the culture of a nation
and so right what is surely so wrong. No one will ever notice them.
For they are little and out of sight, but they make so much
difference to a culture. They can ake a great nation change its
course, to suddenly to become right over night. So now a new day is
dawning. There is hope now for me in this life. That is only for
this little cartoon character who nobody cares to know. But they can
change the ways of a great nation and still thay are working alone.
In the back streets of a great nation. They are forever, 'The
Unknown.'

(259) A Canival Of Fun.

I fall asleep in a little trailer caravan. I am waiting for someone
to come. I thought that I saw someone peer through my caravan window
earlier as I was asleep on the couch. A man with short hair who then
went away. I was sure it was nothing and so then I went back to
sleep. I decide to get up to go to the loo outside and there are
people outside everywhere. More caravans have arrived. There are
children running around and I am walking about in my P.J's.

For some reason I need a curly cable that I anchor to a childs toy.
I run this cable up to a light in the ceiling, so that the light
comes on in the loo. Without knowing a young child twags the curly
cable and the cable boings off its anchor. The childs mother and I
laugh about this and I apologise to her for the cable getting in the
way. Maybe I will get dressed now.

20-11-17

(260) My Dispensations And I.

It is all about renewing my car insurance. It is a special deal
indeed. It is a rare thing this freedom that I have. To be free to
do what I choose. To be free to go where I go. I give you my pitch
and I show you my dispensations. There are people who just can not
attain this. They go through their lives in a box. Confined in a
small space of oppresive four walls. It is all about my freedom of
choice, you see. To be able to determine my fate I have got this way
about me. To somehow get the edge. To face my oppressors square on.
I am free you see. They can not tie me down, because before they
know it I am gone. I will not stick around in a corner. I make sure
that I am open and free. It is all about my dispensations. This is
all about me.

21-11-17

(261) My Path To Knowledge.

With respect to pompous living.
With respect to you.
I feel my endevours,
to do what I want to do.

Here in Torquay.

This is my message.
This is my plight.
To make my way out,
of this unequal night.

I find my direction.
I find my way out.
To truly find out,
what I am about.

(262) Three Dimensional Polyhedra With Bras On.

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Above is a diagram of the three dimensional polyhedra that is

commonly known as a cube which has:

6 square faces.

8 vertices v=8
12 edges e=12
6 faces f=6

f + v - e = 2

To put a bra on this cube is to draw lines at the mid points of

every edge. This will give six diamonds set into each square face
of this cube. This will result in eight cups that are tetrahedral
in shape and each of these eight cups cover each of the eight
verticies.

So what is the point of putting bras on polyhedra?

This is done to find out if the faces are flat. Below is an example
of a polyhedra without all of the faces being flat:

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/ \
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\ /
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This shape does not work in three dimensional space it has:

2 triangular faces
1 square face
1 hexagonal face

6 vertices v=6
8 edges e=8
4 faces f=4

f + v - e = 2

And so to make this shape work there will have to be curved faces.
It might seem quite obvious in this example that it will have to
have curved faces but in more complicated examples this will not be
so obvious. By putting a bra on this shape we will draw lines from
the mid point of each edge to get a triangle opposite way up to the
triangle that it has been inset into. In this case there are two
triangles. There will be a diamond shape inset into the square. The
result of this is that there are now six cups, one around each of
the vertices. Four of the cups are tetrahedral but two of the cups
are triangular. It is the trangular cups that point to the fact that
this shape must have curved faces because it is a two dimensional
cup represented in a three dimensional space.

(263) A Few Snags.

I am racing off on my push bike wanting to get away. There is a
puddle of mud and dollops of shit to get past. I am aware of people
in the distance behind me. I want to keep my distance in front and
so I make haste.

I find myself down a dead end road. I am caught up in barbed wire.

It snags my jeans and my sock as I am trying to unsnag away. I
notice as I do so. It is empty and out of the way with banners
outside that try to attract the customers, but this pub is well out
of the way. I am tangled in the barbed wire. more than ever before
now. The people in the distance behind me have now long gone a
different way. So I unsnag my jeans from the barbs, but my sock is
still on a snag. I pull my foot away and that tears a hole in my
sock, but I am free now. I wonder how it will feel with a hole in my
sock at the heel when I put my shoes back on.
22-11-17

(264) More Now.

More now, that I feel that I miss you. More now than I have ever
felt before. I see you in this great world as someone who can lead
me along. I am now fully open, more consistant than I have ever been
in the past. I feel this great world of change that brings me into
myself. More now than I have ever felt before. I can grow up now
here with you and put myself out here with you, you see. But I need
to find the right way and give my life all that I can. I do not want
to give up now. More now than I have ever felt before.

(265) The Infinite I.

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An Algorithm For The Infinite I:

1, Draw a vertical line length x.

2, Draw two horizontal lines perpendicular at each end of the first

line, that have a ratio of y/x.

3, Draw four vertical lines perpendicular to the second set of lines

with a ratio of y/x to the previous lines.

n, Where n is even (n ---> 2n), draw 2^n-1 horizontal lines

 perpendicular to the previous set of lines, with a ratio of y/x
to the previous set of lines.

Where n is odd (n ---> 2n-1), draw 2^n-1 vertical lines

perpendicular to the previous set of lines, with a ratio of y/x
to the previous set of lines.

Questions:

Q1, What is the line length of all horizontal and vertical lines
with respect to x and y?

Q2, What is the maximum ratio y/x possible without overlap? Give
values for x and y.

Answers:

A1, (2^0)(x/y^0) + (2^1)(x/y^1) + (2^2)(x/y^2) + ... + (2^n)(x/y^n)

A2, Derrr! don't know?

(266) A Telepath.
I can see Max Keiser from RT and his wife Stacy Herbert was breifly
there too. He is sat there in his white summer clothes and his big
brimmed summer hat. I download information from him, as Stacy goes
off shopping. They have a challet next to the beach. 'It costs a
fortune for that challet!' I think to myself. And then they also
have a hotel where they are staying at too. I download all that
information that Max has to give me. We do not speak, but there is a
communication just by his presence of being there sat on his own in
the summer sun, as I take it all in.

23-11-17

(267) The Purpose.

I am in a pub full of people. We are a select group you see. We are
here for a purpose. We are hear to get things done. In this group
full of people we work out what they say and we watch the way that
they say it. We get behind their minds and in turn they get behind
ours too, because we are a select group of people and we are here to
get things done. Deep behind the surface we wake each other fast.
Deep behind our faces is a truth behind our mask that points us to
our new age. That points us up on stage to get behind our truth and
to turn another page.

(268) Alone.
I am just me and I am just being myself. I prepare myself in support
for all of this lack of sleep, this sleep that I need. All alone in
my bed I take myself off to an astral plane. A plane in this sphere
that is so far removed from here.

(269) Bite The Bit.

I am screwing in a gold dangly filling into one of my top teeth?
24-11-17

(269) Songwriters' Competition.

I am improvising some music about a woman. Her husband is here and
he keeps interjecting. Pointing me and guiding me with things to
say in this song. He is putting words into my mouth as I
concentrate. As I write this song the woman is here laid out on the
ground. She is part of the show. As I play this song and make up the
words I talk to the woman intermitantly asking her questions about
things that she likes.

When my song is done, then another person is doing just what I have
now done. Improvising a song for this man about his wife who is here
all the time. I watch and I listen. I am looking at his style and
the way that he writes his song. He is similar to me but different
somehow, as his song finally falls into place. So which song is
best, mine or his? Which song will the husband choose?

25-11-17

(270) Biddy On The Ale And The Old Man On The Cart.
I think that I must have had a good time. I have been to some great
hotel and I can not even remember the visit. I vaugely remember
chatting to Sacha. I am walking away now. I am in the grounds of
this great hotel, walking on the black tarmac to make my way home.
The grounds are massive and walking all the way home is daunting to
me.

Suddenly I hear this, Honk! Honk! It makes me jump. I look over my

shoulder and in the distance there is this old man who is stood up
riding this motorized cart. He must be only doing about two miles an
hour, because at the side of this motorized cart there is an old
lady who is steadily walking along with a pint of larger in her
hand. The curious thing is that they are catching me up, even though
I am walking at a much faster pace than what they are! How does that
work?

(271) In The Moment.

I am being driven by this lad on a high backed soft comfy chair
without arms. There is no seat belt. It is quite exhilerating. This
is a regular occurance as we slide and spin half out of control
around a corner. Then there is another lad who is on an office
chair, who takes us by surprise by overtaking us. "Come on! Get a
move on." He shouts, showing off as he overtakes us. I have been
somewhere, but I know not where I have been. I am going somewhere
but where I do not know.

(272) So Big!
There are three of us, three lads, we are working at peoples houses.
We go from room to room doing what we do, cleaning up the rooms. I
tell one of the lads:

"I feel like one of those people who lay down on the ground. Who
have sand spread all around them and then you get up and your human
shape is impressed in the ground. For then it to be filled in with a
different colour in order for it to be highlighted. Leaving a floor
that has your human shape in it."
I have only got one shoe on. I am looking for my other shoe. "I have
taken both my shoes off." The other lad tells me. The other other
lad who was with us before is in a room way on up ahead by this
time. So we are lagging behind now.

I am aware of the lady who we are doing this work for. She is such
a beautiful aspect. She is so trusting. She has so much trust in
us. So much so that I feel obligated. I feel that I am obliged not
to breach her trust in us. She is such a wonderful wonderful lady. I
feel that, and I would never ever want to ever let her down. I feel
that it is important to do a good job here, because we can prepare
for something so big here. It is not exactly known what that will
be, but we just know that we are on the verge. On the precipice of
something sooo, so big!

26-11-17

(273) Local Musicians.

There is a write up on local musicians. There is a write up on me:

Adi Cox plays acoustic guitar and he sings mainly punk, new wave and
rock songs. He also writes and performs original songs. Adi enjoys
busking and open mic nights in the Torbay area since he moved here
in 2017. You can usually find him playing on Odicombe beach in the
early hours of each morning.

Please let us know if there is anything that you take as being

untrue. Anything that you feel is not right in this write up. Please
let us know as we would like to hear from you.

(274) Deny Reality.

"Are you alright?" Mark asks me and I immediately know that he
means, "Did you let off that smelly fart?"

"Maybe." Is my reply as I casually do my thing. As I down play the

smelly thing that lingers in the air.

27-11-17

(274) I Go For Supply.

There are four of us. Sacha, myself and two others who I do not
know. We have gone on an expodition in this huge old building which
have massive underground tunnels. Sacha is not feeling too happy.
She says that she wants some cola cubes. I volunteer to go off to
get the cola cubes and a few other things for the others on this
expodition. I am so full of enthusiasm as I tell Sacha that I will
get her cola cubes and I tell her not to worry.

I have now got Sacha's cola cubes and I am driving back in a car. I
have the things for the others on the expodition too. But the
traffic is horrendous. It has been raining and I can see cars
sliding up ahead on the slight bend of this fast road. So I decide
to slow down. I am so careful now but I can see cars losing control
on the opposite side of this road also and these cars are heading
towards me. Then it just goes silly:

It is as if everything is in fast motion. It is just like a small

scale model traffic system with small scale traffic, being driven
crazily by the tiny little people who are ramming each other. There
are tiny little people flying through wind screens. There is snow
and ice and carnage on these roads now. I am just anxious to get
back to Sacha and the other people on the expodition in this car of
mine with Sacha's cola cubes. Sacha needs her cola cubes.

29-11-17

(275) Bicycle.
I know a girl and to keep up with her is to catch up on her push
bike rides. So I play catch up through her local city streets and we
ride and we ride and we ride. She has been around the block a few
times I can tell you!

(276) A Cow Of A Pole Fence Woman.

I am sawing this horizontal wooden fence pole. I am wanting a neat
straight cut with the saw, but this is not exactly the case. There
is a head drawing that I am looking at and working from. There is a
group of people around me. They check that what has been done here
does not exactly look good. But it is getting there though. There is
saw dust and odd shaped wood cut by my saw. There is an older woman
who I am aware of. Who is there checking on me. When I have sawn
this piece of wood out from the fence pole I will slot in another
piece of wood in its place. A new cleaner piece of wood, being the
wood joiner that I am. But it is a cow of a fence.

30-11-17

(277) Nigel Smith Says:

"Tom Benton is not getting on with his wife anymore. It is sad
really. They have been together for over forty years now. He tells
her that he loves her. They have grown up children. I was surprised
that they don't get on anymore."

1-12-17

(278) American Races.

There are three of us in this car; Myself, Loud American and
Another Lad. Loud American calls me 'Antelope.' "Antelope's in the
basement!" He exclaims to me. So then I get into the back of the car
and I do the gears. Another Lad goes into the passanger seat and he
does the navigation. The driver, Loud American accelerates and
stears the car as fast as he can avoiding all the other traffic. It
is crazy fast out there. We all change seats and we all swap roles
as we take it in turns and so we are in the American Races risking
our lives.

2-12-17

(279) Thanks Gale.

Gale tells me what I need to do but I do not understand her
correctly. There is an illness about and Gale needs to go to a
funeral now. I have not done what she asks. She sees me. She comes
across with her scissors and cuts he paddles of three models that I
have made. Like cutting bits of spaghetti. She cuts the paddles in
exactly the right places and I am grateful to her for making the
effect to see that what is needed is carried out. It is all very
inexplicable. These models that I have made I do not know what they
are but there are three types and they go in the water.

(280) Sad : (
They are two young girls. One is the shop assistant and the other is
the customer. They dress so nice both of them. The customer is
called Tammy. She has just bought some white shoes. They are very
nice and she is demanding her money back. The shop assistant has
agreed to let Tammy have the shoes for half price, but Tammy is cool
she is looking into legal proceedings. She is ruthlessly shopping
for bargins and then the shop assistant says, "Look you should be
happy. You are rich. You have so much!" I think to myself 'That is
not professional. A shop assistant should not be talking to a
customer like that!' The shop assistant is getting upset now, but
Tammy the customer is cool. She is cold. She is young and beautiful
and rich and cold and demanding more. She demands so much, but she
is not happy. She is the girl with everything but happiness.

3-12-17

(281) Gym Class Personified.

I go to a local school and I do my exercises in the gym on the
wooden tiles of the gym room floor which is in a zig zag pattern
that is varnished and buffed and polished. The floor has only
recently been revarnished after many months of use that has seen the
previous varnish worn away by the movements of thousands of gym
shoes. With intrepidation I think about the maintainance of the gym.
The cost of the upkeep and the seasonal budget of the school.

You see I am a small group of people who do exercises. I am thinking

of disbanding the group. It is the same format everytime I go to do
my exercises. The same moves in the same positions, in the same
order of delivery and nothing ever changes.

(282) Without.
I am in a dream and I am dreaming about my dream. I share my dream
with my girlfriend. I confide in my girlfriend my dream of a far
away town, and so no I find myself here in that far away town, but
without my girlfriend to share my dream to. The girl who I have run
away from.

4-12-17

(283) Fire And Water.

There is this man that I work with and it often goes wrong for him.
He is a good sport. He was from the Philipines originally. He might
get drenched with a bucket of water or something. Something would
always go wrong.
He gives me a challenge to smoke this fag. The fag is in an awkward
position at the side of my head. I have to move quick, then take a
drag of this fag before he has a chance to move the fag. He ends up
setting my hat on fire!

(284) Her Representation.

There is a bloke who wants to beat me up. He is a young tall East
European and I am talking him down. We are sat side by side. I can
see that he is getting agitated. "Say that that mark is you wanting
to go out with that girl." I tell him as I draw a charcoal line on
his newspaper.

"She wants to go out with me yeah." He says to somehow convince me

and himself.

"No! Let us just say that that charcoal line on your newspaper
represents her wanting to go out with you. It is just a
representation though." I decide to walk away from him now as I am
fearing for my safety. I am an old man with glasses and he is a
young tall East European who is increasingly agitated.

(285) My Riviera Downs.

I am sorting out my hours of support here working down in the hilly
landscape on this South Devon coast. Tenuously I make my first shift
and I convay my feelings to the managers where I am here on the
slopes on this new rugged landscape of mine in this English Riviera
town of Torquay.

5-12-17

(286) Getting Around.

I am negotiating my transport here in Devon ("Devorn" in their own
West country vernacular.) The steep narrow roads are all here now
for me. I tell my guest house landlady all about my plans and all
about my friend who is here also on vacation at the same time as me.
We discuss the intricacies and the meetings, of where best to meet.
The subtle negotiation of public transport, for this is Devon
England with steep narrow roads. The place here now for me.

6-12-17

(287) Hoo Rah!

I am playing my guitar on the common land. For some reason I keep
repeating the same song: "When Johnny comes marching home again, Hoo
Rah! He's coming by bus and underground, Too Rah! ..."

I am aware of my dad being here and he listens intently, but he does

not say anything. There is some controversy about whether I can sing
and play my guitar on common land. There is a smack of the 'Police
State' here, but it does not deter me. Even though I can feel the
police state pressure, "Johnny keeps marching home." He keeps on
sounding out across the green grass hills of common land.
(288) Reverence?
I am sat in church. I am sat next to Paula. We both get up to sing
in the quire when I realise that it is for females only. So I make
my way back to my seat which my jacket is hung over the back of.

I then get involved in conversation about being led on in subtle

ways. The subtle hints here. The feint picture on a packaging,
then this woman notices a latin name for some plant. "How do you
pronounce that?" She enquires to another lady who in turn reads out
the name and they both have a little variation in their
pronounciation of this word.

We notice a light sat on a seat. It has a big flurescient bulb with

two thick vertical tubes that glow with a white light eminating from
it and then someone asks, "What's that?"

"It's a twenty eleven." We are reliably told by someone in the know.

"Think of two numbers and call a lady this. Nineteen twentysix, come
on down!" I blurt out without thinking it through and surprise
myself. I look for a reaction from the two ladies with my
thoughtless comment. I imagine that these ladies have an interest in
what I have to say, but they do not. They have their own
conversation and so my own foolish comments are pushed aside.

(289) A Sacha Directive.

I have a peachy white light pattern of thought as I suddenly realise
that a negative line of thought that I have been thinking is untrue.
I see a bold pattern of peachy white light in bright light shapes
that move and dance their illuminations upon the imaginations in my
minds eye. It is a breif moment for now I do not remember the exact
details of my thought. For the life of me I can not remember exactly
what I thought, but the effect is all pervasive. I have been
pervaded by a peachy white light. Thank you for this directive
Sacha.

7-12-17

(290) Giving Up.

Whilst I am smoking I am chatting to my mum in the dining room of my
mum's house. I am thinking, 'I want to give up smoking.' I think
about all that the smoke does to my lungs. I think about all the
smoke that goes into the fabric of the clothes that are washed and
neatly folded up in a pile on the side. "How much do you smoke? You
don't smoke much do you?" My mum asks me and then answering her own
question with another question.

"No." I reply to her, as I think back through my shift at work and

count up the number of fags that I have smoked today. I am not happy
about smoking as I draw on my fag and the embers start to glow. I am
not happy about smoking as I inhale and exhale and then flick my ash
into the peddle bin in the kitchen.

(291) Milling Around.

A group of us have met up. We decide to get some chips. This lass
starts to walk across the road to get some chips, so I joined her.
"Who said that you could come with me?" She teases me.

"I need to choose what I am having to eat." I tell her as I jingle a

bit of loose change in my pocket with my fingers. I am thinking that
I might not have enough money. I go to push the door open to get
my chips but to my surprise the door is locked. It is a solid pub
door and my immediate response is: "They must be closed for
refurbishment." I seem to think that they might have been shut last
week as well, but this is a vague thought and I am not sure. I go to
one of the windows. I can not see into the pub and so I grab hold of
the lentel at the top of the window and I lift myself up to see into
the window at the top because most of the glass is opaque. I still
can not see into the pub and so I go to another window and do
exactly the same thing again. "Shit! This is someones house!" I
exclaim as I drop down from the wndow and we both start laughing.
There is a silhouettie movement within the window. They will be
wondering what I am doing!

(292) I Do Not Get It.

Sacha has a meaningful coversation with me about art. I see the deep
and thoughtful concentration on her face as she tells me. As soon as
she has spoken to me I forget what it is that she says to me. I try
to remember what she has said, but to try to remember is to be
unable to remember and so although I am interested to know, I never
do get to know the exact details of what it is that she is saying to
me. Her conversation goes way beyond me. The meaningfulness remains
in Sacha's mind, not mine as there is a lack of understanding on my
part, not hers.

(293) My Thoughtful Disability.

I am struggling to walk down the road. For some reason the more that
I think about walking, the more difficult it is. I want to cross the
road. There is a big puddle in the road and there is a lull in the
traffic and so I am anxious to use this moment to get across to the
other side of the road avoiding that big puddle. I am more conscious
now of my movements as I cross the road and so now my movements
become impossible. 'What is wrong with me?' I wonder to myself. My
body is hardly moving!

(294) An Information Dump.

There is not a lot of traffic in the road, but when it comes it
comes fast and I do not want to get in the way as these roads are so
narrow. There is a buzz in my jeans pocket. I pull out my phone and
I swipe it. It is my mum. "Hello Adi, the guests are here." She
tells me over the phone.

"Okay mum thanks for letting me know." With that I am crossed over
the road and in a summery field out in the country and there are my
mum and dad with their guests. A teenage lass with her mum and dad.

"I thought that you wanted the toilet?" Says my mum to me in front
of the guests.

"I did but you know me, I like to get on with the job!" With this
reply to my mum the teenage lass is surprised at my answer and she
laughs. I just shrug my shoulders.
(295) What A Performance.
This is a performance. There is music. There is a camera on me and I
am attatched to some string, suspended in the air. Somehow I can
move about on this string and I sing out with the music moving about
on this string as I am suspended in the air. Up to the camera, then
away from the camera. Imaginatively I perform my song as I sing it
out loud. I court the camera, pulling faces as I move about
spinning around in the air on my string, suspended and animated.
Like a Johnny Rotten on rope or like a human yo-yo that can pull
faces to a camera. There are people watching me. 'What is he doing?'
They wonder as they watch me to find out and I find that this is so
more much fun than I had ever imagined.

8-12-17

(296) Money Bags.

I am working in a hospital with some old colleagues. I have a lot of
change in my pocket and I am conscious of it all falling out of my
pocket when I sit down. So everytime that I sit down I have to pick
up some change that has fallen out of my pocket. There is some
dispute as to whether this money is mine. I have decided to bag the
money and discretly put it in my locker. I feel that I have to be so
careful as people are keeping tabs on me. They are watching me. They
are clocking me to make sure that I am doing exactly what I should
be doing. So I am cautious. I am careful to cover my tracks and
avoid accusations.

(297) In Co-control Of E.T's.

I know that this is alien to most people, but I know that you co-
control your extratarestrials. I am interested in this and so I am
communicating to you in this regard as I am interested in how to
become a part of the co-control team who manages these entities. I
have deliberated on appropriate ways in which to manage/co-control
these entities and would like to be regarded for a prominent
position in the implimentation for the co-control of
extraterestrials.

With kind regards.

Adi Cox.

9-12-17

(298) My Angry Black Mug.

This lad keeps shouting, "It feels like I've been to school for five
fucking life times!" He is really freaking out. It could be me. I
don't know? It is me! Sounding off in a house full of women.
Protesting my outrage as I go through the rooms of my house that is
a school full of women. I am angry and black.

I watch myself. I keep an eye on myself from a high vantage point,

through a window in the school. Outside in the playground those
people need to ignore me as I freak out. Only Ice T speaks to me:
"I only came down to give you your cup." He tells me in the
playground as he hands me my white cup and then he walks away.

10-12-17

(299) Pilot Error.

I am sat in Concorde. We are grounded. I can press this yellow light
button to get off this plane which I do several times as I get on
and get off but I do not plan to fly. I am only aboard this aircraft
for unknown reasons, but I misjudge the flight. I am a lone
passenger aboard Concorde as it starts to move. Quickly I press the
yellow light button to let me off but I am too late and we are
taking off. And so I look out of Concorde as I am forced back into
my seat with the thrust of these powerful engines. For some reason I
have total view all around me. I can see out through the fuselage.
There is no looking out of a window. We climb up and as I see out I
can see that we are flying in this confined space. Circling and
climbimg to get out from these tall steep walls. It is like Concorde
is flying inside a massive tower. 'How the hell is this pilot going
to get us out of here?' I wonder to myself when I hear a scrape and
I feel a dint and a bang as we climb steeply. I can see clearly
through the fuselage that Concorde has hit and been scraped onto
those dull grey walls that the pilot has been desperately trying to
avoid. I can feel oil leaking. So I put my hand onto the leak and
then I reach out with my oily hand and I shake another mans hand who
is foriegn and who does not speak English. I do this in order to
communicate this oil leak. To raise the alarm. I reach out to
someone else with my oily hand to communicate with them too, but I
inadvertantly rub my oily hands in their face. I laugh and I
apologise to them at the same time for what I have just done, but
then my thoughts turn to the flight of the Concorde. 'We are not
going to make this journey with this oil leak.' I am thinking to
myself. 'I wonder if the pilot is going to land now?' All of these
thoughts are going through my head. If only I had pressed the yellow
light button, to get off Concorde, at the right time before it
started to move. But I am stuck here on this aeroplane now and I do
not know if I will survive!

(300) Care Posture.

There are many types of care each with their own posture, their own
bodily positions. I can see an arched back and the determined facial
features of autism, because this is the posture of the care that I
am giving today. The characteristics of a disorder with nothing to
say.

11-12-17

(301) Out On The Lash.

Do you really want to be the drunk at the bar? There is a group of
us. We are out on the lash. We are all different. We all have our
ways. I notice a lad who is lost and about to blow. He is out of his
depth. So I ask him if he wants a drink. I buy him a pint to defuse
his mind. There is another lad with these oval discs, three in each
hand and he flicks them around with grace and with ease. There is a
lass with us. We are; the drinker, the gambler, the spectator who is
myself. This lass is in lemon. The gambler is gay. The drinker's a
drunk and I have nothing to say :-|

12-12-17

(302) A Pool Of People.

We are escorting some people in a swimming pool. We have our guns as
we escort those who traffic drugs from one end of the swimming pool
to the other. It is all rubber rings and lilos as we do a serious
job in our shades. The flurescient lighted swimming pool water can
get chopy as we usher the cartel along. These waters look crystal
clear, but they are full of chlorine. It can be a dangerous job but
we feel good. We are assured. We keep the swimmers safe. The pool of
people and their safety is our concern.

14-12-17

(303) Half The Battle.

I know that girl. Many different faces all very similar, many
different lifetimes. She is dressed in her military uniforms. She
has had a lot of military lives. I say I know her, but really I only
know of her. Does anyone really ever know anyone? There is more to
this but then some lives are top secret. She said, "My dad was high
ranking in the military. He got murdered in Mansfield because he
knew too much. We were serving in India and then we moved to
Mansfield in Nottinghamshire England and that is where he got
murdered by someone in intelligence."

15-12-17

(304) A Cat On A String.

I am looking at the cat. It is a little domestic tiger. I see that
it has a belt buckled up around its abdomen. So I unbuckle the belt
and take it off the cat. Chris Smith is doing some work here and I
wonder if he has put the belt around the little tiger. Sam East is
also here, I do not know what he is doing. I go upstairs and I see
the cat again. I notice that it has a chord through its mouth and
out through its annus. I wonder if it is alright as it stretches out
clawing the carpet. I do worry about that cat.

(305) Schoolboy Antics.

I am walking around this school. Out of the corner of my eye I catch
a schoolboy going into my pocket. I grab his hand to find that he is
putting rubbish in my pocket. It looks like an old newspaper
clipping. I am cool as I ask what he is doing. "Why are you in the
union room?" Is is reply to me.

"I did not know that it was the Union room." I admit to him.

"It says up there." The lad nods to a sign on the wall that says,
Student Union Room. I empty my pocket and I find a stainless steel
knife in my pocket.
"Here I think that this is yours." And I hand the knife over to the
schoolboy.

I carry on walking through the school down the corridor. There is a

group of school children in the corridor. They are chatting and
joking. I watch a lad who notices that a mirror has been put up on
the corridor wall. He puts his head down and attempts to walk in
through the mirror. I hear a bang and I witness the mirror bend and
the schoolboy bounces back. I laugh at the spectacle of this
schoolboy's antics and the other school children are sniggering too.
That was funny. I think that he knows what he is doing, but there
are some doubts.

(306) Illigitimate Literature.

I have a printed book of poetry. I write my own poems and I write
these poems between the printed poems in this book. I go through the
book and I am wondering to myself how my poems stand up to the poems
that are already printed in this poetry book. I am pleased with my
poems, but I am not sure about what I have done. This was a
perfectly good poetry book before I attacked it with my scruffy
handwritting. Oh well, what is done is done now. I close this book
to hide my writing only for others to be surprised to discover my
poetry when this book is opened again.

16-12-17

(307) Pecking Order.

I have a new job and a group of us are told as new starters that we
will be getting two guitars. "Will that cost us?" Is my immediate
question.

"Yes, eighty pounds each. I will not lie to you." A manager is

forced to admit.

"Fucking... I mean flipping heck!" I cover my mouth with my hand for

swearing and exagerating the shock of this new revelation.

This puts me into a quandary. When would they have told us that they
would be taking one hundred and sixty quid from us? The managers are
starting to look a bit dodgy. It is starting to look like this
company is taking liberties with us, their staff.

Nigel Smith comes up to me, he has an attitude. I do not like his

attitude. I head butt him. He is too close to my face. "Get out of
my face!" I warn him. I am not putting up with that as I demonstrate
my forceful response. He is not a manager. He is on the same pay
scale as me. I am wondering, what is his beef with me? I have just
exposed this company for being dodgy. I am thinking that his
priorities are all wrong.

Nigel now appears stressed but he backs off from me and I am

wondering how my actions place me with all the other new starters.

(308) Ob-strenuous Creatures.

I can see their vibrations transfering from Jupiter and Saturn. Ob-
strenuous creatures who live from one planet to another. Their
vibrations are often transfering from one planet to another. Their
vibrations will show up on Jupiter and Saturn like worms of
consciousness that move about. Their vibrations are undetectable in
space between these planets because there is nothing to vibrate in
space and so in space they are inexistant.

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(309) To Lay A Foundation.

A load of us have been preparing the ground to put a floor in. I
have been stacking some books up, on a tilt off the ground, but they
keep falling down and I am getting frustrated.

"Put the silver book second from the bottom." I hear someone say. I
will try that. I do not want to look arrogant but I do not see how
that will work.

"What's been layed on the floor?" Another man asks as he inspects

some uneven floor that has been layed. I am wondering as I look. Is
it concrete? Tarmac? I don't know, but it is very uneven. "They must
have layed it out wet thinking that they had all day to smooth it
out and then just left it." Is the mans conclusion.

"It is a wonder someone doesn't trip on this." I summise as I feel

the uneven ground as I feel it with my hand.

The man then comes along with a wheelbarrow full of a wet sand and
cement mix. It is like water and I am thinking that it is too runny.
'It should be easy to level the floor with that. You just pour it
out of the wheelbarrow and it will level itself.' I am thinking to
myself.
17-12-17

(310) Brief.
"You are doing all the right things wrongly." I am told. That girl
is no good for me and I know this.

18-12-17

(311) South West.

I am taking in all that Devon has to offer me.
With its wonderful landscapes and seaside views.
Its peoples and cultures and all that they do.
Its musical legacy the songs that they sing.
The open mic nights and all that that does bring.

I'm looking at sunshine my reflection of thought.

The musings of art and the competing of sport.
A library of events and a hope that is sought.
For the fish in the sea and the one that is caught.

I came down here to get out of the way.

To make a new start, to do what I may.
To speak a new truth, to learn a new song.
To sing from the heart, to a beat that is strong.
To find my own path that serves for the best.
It has led me down here, down to South West.

(312) Women Don't Jump Off Bridges.

Some women will destroy you.

They will not mean to.
They will be polite and aluring.
But all along they will prey on your mind.

Some women will make your life a misery.

They will seduce you and make you feel alive.
They will tease you and play with your feelings.
But all along you will be undermined.

Some women are in disguise.

They may be beautiful and pretty.
They may seem like a gift.
But all along they will break you up inside.

You will think that you are safe.

You will think it's all in hand.
You will think that you are at a safe distance.
And then you will be damned.

She doesn't mean to hurt you.

But hurt you she will.
And in your dieing breath.
You will feel such a thrill.

She comes across all kind.

She smiles, she is all at ease.
But insidiously you are in danger.
A danger that no one sees.

She's only out for fun.

She does what she thinks is best.
And without knowing it.
She will give you the ultimate test.

Women don't jump off bridges it's true.

They make themselves look pretty.
Women don't jump off bridges.
No, but men do!
And that's a pitty.

19-12-17

(313) A Shopping Compulsion.

I am downstairs in this big shopping store with my dad. "I'll go
upstairs and see if mum's on her second shopping basket." I tell him
with an enthusiasm that only a young person could have.

For some reason all the shoppers are
up in different costumes. I catch up
she has a cardboard ginger beard and
It is held in position with a rubber
of her neck.
wearing masks and are dressed
with my mum and for some reason
mustache held over her mouth.
band that goes around the back

I am right, just as I thought, she does need a second shopping

basket as hers is full. So I make myself useful and give her a new
empty basket to fill up. I have been given the full shopping basket
and I am struggling to keep up with her as it weighs so much with
all the items that she wants to buy. I keep plodding on with this
basket and all of its contents. As I do I notice some tension
between shoppers. It is a short lived volent clash that is over now.

(314) Not Grounded.

It is so windy outside. I am in bed in my appartment. The lights are
out. There is screeching outside as low flying aircraft fly over
scaring me half to death. live next to an airport. I just wish that
the aircraft would get grounded in these windy weather conditions. I
am just pleased that I am not a piolet that has to fly out in these
conditions. I reasure mself with that thought just as another
aircraft screeches past my appartment. I imagine that I am in
danger. In my mind I can see the wind blowing the aircraft sideways
as they fly extra low. I imagine the likelihood of an air disaster
involving my appartment building and my dark room is now a restless
place for me to be as I lie in bed wide eyed and alone.

20-12-17

(315) Fattie.
There is three of us. Nigel Smith, myself and some lass. We talk
about sex. We try to be discrete, but it is difficult with all these
other people sat around us listening in on our conversations.

This other woman turns up who is acting like my mother. "Do those
jeans fit you?" She asks me, throwing me a new pair of jeans. I try
them on over the jeans that I already have on. I amanxious that my
jeans have become a little tight around my waist.

(316) Funnels Of Love.

There are things that people have. I follow people. I find a way in
dark tunnels. I go down deep to find things out. In a mysterious way
I find things out. I feel about making my connections. I go forth
into my experience. Into a dark tunnel I follow my path. Discretely
I listen to the echos of the voices of others deep into this dark
tunnel that funnels the love in my exploration of life. I am true to
you that funnels the love.

(317) An Agreement.
I am walking around on this grassy knoll. It is high up and there is
water below. I find myself waving at people in the distance. There
are a lot of women who know me here. They are bathing in the water
below. Some of them are with their children. I watch as I look down
from this grassy hill to the water below. It is very high up.

I can hear some women shout, "Go on! Jump!" They want me to jump
into the water but it is too high up for me to do that. I could
easily miss the water and land on some hard ground, so I shout back:

"I WILL BREAK MY BACK!"

I get off this grassy hill and go close to some water that I do not
need to jump into from a great height. When I am surprised to see a
large group of women who I was waving to before and they surround
me. They are up to something here. They are laughing and they start
to grab me. I am being overpowered by the number of women who are
grabbing me. They want to throw me into the pool of water. I am
totally overwhelmed by these women, when one of them who is wearing
a full red swimsuit says to me, as I am held down by the others:

"I have got to go now. Will you promise to let us throw you into the
water tomorrow if we let you go now?"

I have a think about this. I do not want to disappoint these women

and so I feel compelled to say yes. "Okay then." I reply and I
suddenly find myself free from the grasps of their hands.

(318) Is It Because I Am Colourblind?

I am at a school. Sacha is in a classroom chatting to someone. It is
lunchtime and I am not wanting to see Sacha at this time. I am in
the toilets talking to this chap or maybe he is talking to me would
be more accurate. We hear a voice outside the toilets which makes us
go outside the toilets to see what they have to say for some
inexpliable reason:

"Some people wear pink..."

We see a child in a coat with his hood up delivering a speech. We

see an old lady with a frame who momentarily stops to listen to him.
She seems to be in two minds. She wants to move on, but is seemingly
compelled to listen to the young lads speech, but then he is
distracted. He ends up talking to some other children intermitantly
as he is trying to deliver his speech. This interupts his flow and
so this gives us an excuse to go back into the toilets to finish off
what was being said earlier.

21-12-17

(319) Hand Over.

I hardly know Tammy, but I would like to. She is on nights. I get a
feint impression of her with her cautious communication. A
connection would be nice. She is a dream.

22-12-17

(320) The Sound Of Waves To A Song.

I am singing now the words to a song from pieces of paper that I
have stapled together. This is where I live now with my song sheet
that I have made. In a guest house I live now. My songs have to be
played out on a beach in Babbacombe Bay to the crash of the waves
early in the morning. Down by the sea, my music and I.

(321) Reflections In A Mirror Of Silence.

I am searching all over my bed for a mirror. I can not see and so I
am feeling around the duvet in the darkness with my hand patting it
down for the feel of a rectangular mirror that has been lost.

I have my headphones on. They have become silent and so I am

searching in reflection for the words that have been said which have
now become silent within my bed.

(322) Chewing The Fat.

I was going to go for a run around the woods, but I am too hot so I
take off a layer of clothing, namely a jumper. My brother in law,
Ian speaks to me. He is being so discrete that I do not understand
what he is saying or how he is saying it. Ian is alluding to me just
how much that I put up with shit from other peope.

I just notice my big toe nail. It needs cutting. Is that my toe nail
or is that my sister Maz's toe nail? I wonder. I compare my toe nail
with Maz's toe nail. God! that needs cutting. It is my toe nail. It
is so long. How did I let it get so long? We both need our toe nails
cutting.

I have abandoned my run as I get chatting about how much shit that I
have had to put up with over the years. Now this is a conversation
that I can get my teeth into.

(323) Out Of This World.

I go out with this girl.

We converse.
I just follow my instinct.
To see where it takes me.
There is a balance a level.
A ying and a yang.
A natural progression.
I follow the flow.

There is a welcome.
There is hope.
I am feeling my way.
She is a lovely girl.
And engaging.
We both have so much to say.

I Love her so much.

And I'm feeling at ease.
She's a hugger.
And open.
I embrase her with a squeeze.

Where will this take me?

How far can I go?
How much will she reveal to me?
I so want to know.

She says she's an alien.

A lover on a spiritual high.
And that she has her own saucer,
that she likes to fly.
She takes me on board.
And we manouver along.
To space age music.
And a heart felt song.

I Love her so much.

And she teaches me things.
A lesson in Love.
In tune with all things.

This is a dream,
that has surely come true.
An alien and I.
Up in the sky.
If you look up at Orion,
you will see us fly by.

I'm going out of my mind.

But it's so much fun.
I'm never coming back.
This world I must shun.
With this planet and race.
I am now done.
Because the heart of an alien.
I know that I've won.

23-12-17

(324) On Another Level.

I am playing a game. I have to eat up as many points as possible as
I go munching them to clear them. IQ points, health points, memory
points and so on. I do not have much of an idea of how to play this
game, but for some reason it has been put onto me to do well. I am
devouring as many points as I can. I find a stack of tokens all with
various points on them for various things which is written on the
tokens. I show someone the stack of tokens. "Let's see what the
points are!" They exclaim to me excitedly, but I just look at him
and watch his facial expression as I put the stack into my mouth and
then chomp on them without looking at what the points are. "Aaagh!"
I hear him say. Knowing now that I am on a mission to munch through
as many points as possible.

On another level as they rode down the road on their push bikes, the
upshot in reality of this game is that Ripple and Maz have ice cream
to eat. This ice cream is on a trail. They follow the trail of the
ice cream, but it is hot and the ice cream is melting. They have a
saggy, soggy trail of white vanilla ice cream that is like a thickly
piped out stream on the tar mac roads. Ripple is cheeky. He gives
Maz some lip. There is joking and banter and a smack in the chops
for Ripple from Maz. He quickly moves back in anticipation and
avoids another hit from Maz. He is laughing. He does not care. It
is all just fun in the heat of the day.

24-12-17

(325) Unrecognition.
I am driving around. I am lost. I cannot seem to recognise anywhere.
Only the white lines of the road markings, the bollards and the
crash barriers at the side of the roads that I drive down, do I
notice until:

I see Ronnie Mc Pherson he is looking cool driving around. I watch

him chat to a lady in his cowboy boots and jeans. I look deep into
his actions. But I am still lost. There does not seem to be what I
am looking for here, whatever that is. Something that I recognise.
Well I recognise nothing here. It is just a small traffic system
with a garage as I drive in circles around the bend. I am not
knowing.

(326) Poetry Or Prose? That Is The Question.

Sipping The Wine.

A relationship with someone with mental health issues

can be like drinking from a broken glass.
You have to be so careful to care for their needs
or you will face an impass.

We come together as a community.

Together we put our broken shards of glassware together.
To become the glassware that we are all meant to be.
We join the fractured sharpe pieces.
We stick them together like glue.
Then we raise up our glasses to the light.
So that the fissures we can see through
and we drink to the health of the people.
So that all persons can now become known
and we finally find our purpose as a peoples
in the refractions of the timelines of light.

Sipping The Wine.

A relationship with someone with mental health issues can be like

drinking from a broken glass. You have to be so careful to care for
their needs or you will face an impass.

We come together as a community. Together we put our broken shards

of glassware together. To become the glassware that we are all meant
to be. We join the fractured sharpe pieces. We stick them together
like glue. Then we raise up our glasses to the light. So that the
fissures we can see through and we drink to the health of the
people. So that all persons can now become known and we finally find
our purpose as a peoples in the refractions of the timelines of
light.

25-12-17

(327) That Is Immaterial.

On our own we are insignificant, but by interacting with people we
become important to those around us.

On Christmas day I am aware that Paula has given me a blue

transluscent kettle and a blue transluscent tea pot, but not really.
Only as constructs, as symbolic images of my mind do I own these
gifts, but that does not lessen the generosity to which these gifts
have been given to me. In no way does that detract from their
usefulness and in no way does that lessen my gratitude for these
gifts that I welcomly receive from her. "Merry Christmas Paula and a
happy new year for twenty eighteen."

(328) No Home. [capo 4th fret]

[Am]I walk the [Em]streets at night
[Am]All a[Em]lone
[Am]With nowhere to [Em]go now
[Am]I ain't got no [Em]home.
[N.C.]Aint got no [Am]home. [D Am G Em A Em D]
[N.C.]Aint got no [Am]home. [D Am G Em A Em D]

[Am]I saw a [Em]girl tonight

[Am]She's all a[Em]lone
[Am]She walks the [Em]streets at night
[Am]She's got no [Em]home.
[N.C.]Aint got no [Am]home. [D Am G Em A Em D]
[N.C.]Aint got no [Am]home. [D Am G Em A Em D]

[D# D C A]
Living it down
Here in town.
[A# A C G]

[N.C.]Aint got no [Am]home. [D Am G Em A Em D]

[N.C.]Aint got no [Am]home. [D Am G Em A Em D]

(329) Free To Be Me.

[Am]There's nothing here for me
[F]I've had my fun
[Am]I'm free of it all now as I... [C D]
[Dm]Laze in the [Am]sun

[Am]Make a change
[F]Free from desire
[Am]Above the clouds I am... [C D]
[Dm]Floating [Am]higher

[Em]Free [C F Am]to be [C]me [D]

[Em]Free [C F Am]to be [C]me [D]

[Am]There's nothing here for me

[F]I've had my fun
[Am]I'm free of it all now as I... [C D]
[Dm]Laze in the [Am]sun

[Am]Needless to say
[F]There's nothing here for me
[Am]As I make my way I can... [C D]
[Dm]Only be [Am]free

[Em]Free [C F Am]to be [C]me [D]

[Em]Free [C F Am]to be [C]me [D]

Instrumental

26-12-17

(330) Just Another Day.

This is Aimee, but where is she from? She has a slight European
accent. She is from the mainland but what country? I can only
hazard a guess. So much has happened to Aimee. She is a vague and
very mysterious girl. You see her chatting and laughing, but you
never really know what is going on. She smiles and she talks and she
puts on a front. She is pretty and smart and she wears a nice dress.
She is out in company sat at a bar. There are men in her life but it
is not clear who they are. She is a mysterious girl and I take an
interest. She seems happy enough as I try to make her out. I look at
the clues and wonder. What is she about? She drinks in a crowd until
her personality is a blur. She mingles so much until she is hidden
in a crowd and when she is in front of you she will hide behind
noise. She plays her games and she has her own toys. She is private
and playful. She does what she will. I have no conclusion about her
she is too breezy for that. In a whirl of a wind she blows me away,
from here and now and into another day. It is midnight in Europe.
Where has the time gone? I think that it is time that I moved on.

(331) Worthing?
I am asked where have I been and Matt asks, "Have you been to
Worthing?" I hesitate with my reply, because I was thinking
Wolverhampton. I have been there but not Worthing.

I go on to tell Matt and a few others that I have been up and down
the country busking. So I may have been to Worthing without
remembering. I really do not think that they are interested in where
I have been. So why are we having this conversation? And what is all
this about Worthing? I am wondering to myself.

27-12-17

(332) To Banter With A Rock Star.

I see Liam Gallagher and it is difficult to say to him what a great
musician he is, because he knows and it is a bit sickly I guess to
be told so often what an inspiration you are. I am being careful in
my approach to him. I choose my words well. I give him a measured
response in our interactions, but I do not know exactly how I have
been received. There has been some banter regarding a mug that I
have been given to drink out of, because it had all hairs on it. The
mug was wet and some hairs had got stuck to it.

We see Andy Moore and this woman gives him an iterview with her
microphone all journalistic like. "You were in a band weren't you?"
She says, half asking a question and half making a factual
statement. Andy smiles, there is a delay before his reply as he
thinks about what he should say. Andy admits to being in a band with
me and he appreciates how difficult it must be to be idolised all
the time. When journalists put you on the spot all the time and you
have to know how to deal with them.

(333) A Circle Of Soil.

I tell this old chap to mind where he is going. He steps onto a
grass lawn. There is a circle of soil in the centre of this grass
lawn. I warn him. I tell him, "Look where you are going." I say this
just as he steps onto the circle of soil. But this is no ordinary
circle of soil as the soil floats on top of water and there is a big
splash! The old man plunges under the floating soil into the water
below and I am concerned that he will drown. I lay on my stomache at
the side of this swampy area and I reach out for his hand. I drag
him out of that swampy area and onto the saftey of the side of the
grass lawn. He is wet and sodden but he is still alive. For some
reason I feel that I am responsable for this old chap.

28-12-17

(334) Spontaneous Human Combustion.

I am getting my act together, but it is complicated getting all the
right words together in the right style. It gets out of hand at
times and I go out of control. I have to rein it in. Ultimately I am
just a show off who is wanting to do good. Showing off in front of a
woman. Someone who I admire. She is so cool and reticent, whereas I
am burning on fire. Exploding on stage with my performance and then
I am burnt out when I retire. She is so much cooler than me. I find
it so hard to go on.
(335) Justification.
This is work. I lug stuff around in a paddling pool. I take my
jumper off and I lay down in the paddling pool. I feel that I should
be doing some work and that I am taking liberties, but it is nice
and warm and relaxing lying down here in this paddling pool. "Has
Ray done the sixty letter claims?" I am asked by someone.

"I don't know. I'll find out." I reply. It is warm and relaxing here
in this paddling pool. I get to relax in it from time to time and I
listen to the gossip. There is a flash that takes me by surprise and
a picture has been taken. They want to show how busy and used this
paddling pool gets. It is proof that this paddling pool gets used a
lot and that it is a good investment. Everything has to be justified
via the accountant and I have to justify my presence in this
paddling pool also.

I get my jumper. I left it on a table. I had better get that on and

I go look for Ray to find out about those sixty letter claims.

(336) Lifting The Mood.

The TV is on. It infiltrates the room with its low density vibe
which is as low as death. I react to this low vibe by singing and
dancing spontaneously. It counteracts the dowerness that the TV
projects. It wakes me up inside even though I am a little self
conscious, as there are people around.

(337) Oh Yippy Oh!

She is alone
dressed up in pink
with nowhere to go.
He comforts her
in her loneliness.
He grabs hold of her hand
and he sings
whilst he dances:

Oh yippy Oh yippy Oh right now!

Oh yippy Oh yippy Oh right now!

Now he is alone
dressed up for the show.
Black suit, white shirt
and a black 'n' white tie.
She comforts his loneliness.
She grabs hold of his hand,
for they are at a dance now
and they put on a show:

Oh yippy Oh yippy Oh right now!

Oh yippy Oh yippy Oh right now!

So if you see loneliness

grab hold of its hand.
Dance to the loneliness
and dance to the band.
Sing out in happiness.
Sing out for joy
and the loneliness will go
So don't play with that toy:

Oh yippy Oh yippy Oh right now!

Oh yippy Oh yippy Oh right now!

29-12-17

(338) Windows In The Sky.

I go out the door to see the sun low in the sky, Just above the
silhouette of houses. It is twilight. There is a mirage as there are
other houses feintly above the sun and in these houses the lights
are on. Shining there yellow light out through the windows brightly,
high up into the blue sky. There is a second sun higher up that is a
little dimer than the first sun below. This is freaky. I do not like
it. So I decide to go back indoors.

(339) An Accumulation.
Paula is sorting out all her holidays from work. She gets extra days
off for some reason and she is sorting them all out on her phone, as
she has to use them all up. She has spent money on this and so she
has accumulated more holidays. It looks more like gambling to me,
but she knows what she is doing. She has explained it a bit to me
before, but it goes in through one ear and then out through the
other ear.

31-12-17

(340) Unrelated.
It has gone midnight and I hope that Tammy is having a good shift.

Roger Hales is moving on. He gave me his mic. I told him that I will
miss him. He is always doing something else. He never stays still.
We are on a bus and we are chatting. Sat on the top deck, moving
along. I have two mics now, 'I can speak out in stereo.' I think to
myself as we tootle along on top deck. There is so much more to this
but that has gone missing. Lost in the realms. I can only wonder
about all that we have done Roger and I.

I see a sheet that shows how well Tammy's shift has gone. I see how
much sleep her service user has had on her night shift. He had had a
lot of sleep and so she has had a good shift.

2-1-17

(341) Playment Area Puzzle.

There is pea gravel and there is a much larger gravel that the
recreational grounds are covered in. We enjoy the playment on these
gravels. At first the pea gravel is used and then a larger gravel is
put on top of the pea gravel at a later date, which in turn
eventually gets all mixed together. The larger gravel is more like
the shape of peanut husks. So what does this say?

(342) At A Safe Distance.

Somewhere in nowhere, behind the bars of restriction there is a fire
that burns. Through the gaps in the latts of resistance I see a fire
burning and glowing its embers so hot. The fire within is at a safe
distance from me as I walk along the latts and I look through the
gaps in the latts to the glow below and I know that I am safe from
the fire within.

3-1-18

(343) To Taste A Great Album.

I have my eyes on the densest hot tarts baked in perfection in the
guise of the group Dire Straits first album. A pastry so dense. A
filling so fruity comes out of the oven. Each tart represents a
track on the album. Each tart is steamed to perfection. They sit on
a tray waiting to be taken. The densest hot tarts in the world. They
crumble and steam and require some cream. The densest hot tarts in
the world.

(344) Adi's Cuisine.

I have just got in, we have been out on a mission. I am doing some
cooking. There is something already prepared and I can not decide
what I am doing with all this preperation. It is all stacked up high
on top of each other. Mark Giddly is here and I am cooking for him
also. I put a pan on the stove and boil up some water. Mark and
myself are looking at the preperations and deciding what we are
going to have to eat. It is all a bit confusing to me and I am a
little unsure as to what I am going to do. Mark has decided what he
wants to eat and so I am determined to get this meal sorted out.

4-1-18

(345) Written In Stone.

Through sketchy outlines on a white backdrop I take a look at my
service users care plan. It looks like a rock. A big shiny boulder
that has been polished. A sandy coloured marble with different
shades of sandy coloured hues. I observe my service users care plan
whilst everything around it is a pale blanched white washed out space
with sketchy outlines. Everything else by contrast is insignificant
compared to this magnificant shiny sandy marble boulder of a care
plan that stands there heavy and dense like a little polished
mountain that is smooth shiny and worn.

(346) From Out Of Nowhere.

I have just got all my belongings out of my car and I am searching
to see if I have got everything. My mind is focused on a bin that I
hope I have packed. As I search through my belongings I see what
appears to be a small bin in a plastic bag. 'That can't be a bin.
It's too small.' I think to myself. I take the plastic bag off and
sure enough it is the bin that I was thinking about, smaller than I
had remembered.

From out of nowhere there is a blue car that reverses back at speed
over my belongings that are strewn out on the ground. Over my push
bike that was standing upside down on its handlebars and seat.

"Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi!" I shout out as I stare into the car windows.
Searching to grab the drivers attention as it carriers towards my
car at speed in reverse. Just in time the driver slams on his breaks
and he looks around wondering what all the fuss is about. His car is
full of junk in the back that obscures his vision and there is a
large lady who is sat in the passengers seat next to him.

"You have just ran over my posessions. You was just about to hit my
car!" I point out to the driver in an exasperated tone. My push bike
is mangled, but my car is alright. At least I am thankfull for that.
The man realises what he has done and searches his mind for
something to say. I begin to calm down now as a colision with my car
has now been averted.

(347) My Spiritual Car.

I own a car with a Torquay address and the car stands there in
silent meditation. It stands there away from the road allowing room
for pedestrians to walk through the narrow pass. It stands there
free without obstructing the narrow Devon shire roads. In its silent
meditation it just stands there in a silent contemplation.

5-1-18

(348) White Van Man.

The snow is drifting and falling. The ground is covered with snow. I
am on my push bike and I must decide which way to go. Around by the
pits or down by he road? Down by the road I think will be the best
way.

As I push bike along a path a white van man drives fast out of a
driveway in front of me. Up onto the road that is covered in a
blanket of snow and promptly spins out of control on the ice and
comes to a stop facing the wrong way. The driver is a young lad.
With his window down and his elbow hanging out of his window he
talks loudly on his phone. Excitedly he talks to Whitey and tells
Whitey his van manouvering. Whitey is a knobhead too!

(349) Without A Lift.

With my contemporary dwellers I live in my temporary accomadation of
a guest house. I am finacially supported in my zero hour contract of
a care worker job. Together with my contemporary colleagues I work
and it is appropriate that I do this.

I am walking the streets. I see my guest house landlady drive by in

her four by four car. She has seen me. I notice her indicate and
pull over to the side of the road up in front of me. Next to the
path that I am walking down. I see her look into her interior mirror
in her car from beind. I read her thoughts and she indicates to pull
off back into the road and to carry on without picking me up. So I
walk the streets alone and it is appropriate that I do this.

(350) Imaginary i Timelines At Zero.

I meet Sacha and our two independent timelines clash. Our divergent
spirituality is forced to converge and a new timeline is born:

imaginary
y axis
|
* (15i)
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
| * (3+6i)
|
|
|
| * (2+i)
|_ _ _ _ _ _ ---> real x axis
0

People are complicated. Where i is the square root of minus one. 2+i
meets 3+6i. As complex numbers personified their meeting is
productive and they start a new timeline in the real world at zero.
This is evident on the imaginary axis at 15i.

(2+i)(3+6i) = 2.3-1.6+1.3i+2.6i = 0+15i

In general if a+bi meets c+di and they start a new timeline in the
real world at x, then this is evident on the imaginary axis at y.
Where ac-bd=x and adi+bci=yi

So what when three people meet:

(a+bi)(c+di)(e+fi)

To be continued...

7-1-18

(351) What?
I see Maz sat at a table. I notice that she only has one arm and
that the other arm is a stub. I do not make anything of this but I
am surprized. She tells me that she goes to spiritual church. I do
not say anything about this at first, but the thought of Maz going
to spiritual church remains in the back of my mind. Then later I ask
Maz, "Do you put some spiritual cream on it?" And I do a pretend
rubbing action with my hand, "Spirit it away." I say. I am not
refering to anything in particular but there is a wry smile from
Maz. The conversation is left up in the air and I do not really know
what I have said.

8-1-18

(352) A Hole On Its Side.

Mark and I we find ourselves looking at a piece of art. It is a hole
in the floor. I find myself going into the hole when two lads turn
up. It is one of the lads bedroom and he is not happy. His face does
not look real. it is like a mask with dark and sharpe features. I
apologise to the lad for the intrusion and misunderstanding and Mark
says, "I don't care." And smiles. Mark is not going to apologise for
being there. So I get talking to the lad whose bedroom it is and we
talk about the hole in the floor being a piece of artwork. "Whose
idea was this then?" I ask. The lads are not very forthcoming, but
they seem to be accepting Mark and myself being there now.

I look at the hole in the floor again and to my surprise the hole
morphs onto its side into a surreal piece of geometry and then
begins to look a little bit like a toilet seat. The toilet seat with
the hole in it.

(343) Go Away A.I.

I have a car and the automatic driver does my head in. It is a robot
that takes over all of the driving for me. Pushing me out of my
seat, it does not let me do what I want. Me and my passengers have
kicked it out of my car. We have locked it in the boot. We have done
everything to get away from that robot, but it always comes back to
us. I lie to it. I try to break it, but the robot is smart it finds
a way around my plans. I just want my car back. I just want to drive
my car. This robot is so stuborn, so determined that it forces me
away. Stupid fucking robot! Me and my friends we lock it out of my
car. I drive. It is on the bonnet now holding on and it will not go
away.

10-01-18

(344) Awoken.
I wake up and I walk the corridors of this awoken world to discover
my direction. I try new things. Just what feels right for me to do.
I am not sure just what it is that feels true within the corridors
of that awoken world. Those different dawning suns of golden skies
that shines across into my bleary eyes. New morning selections for
me to choose my awoken moments. My morning views that is born of
careful considerstions of do's and don'ts and will's and won'ts that
takes me to my destined places of hopeful sunny rise and shines.

(345) Hostel Hospitality.

I am in a dormitory. There are beds everywhere obscuring the passage
through. Simon is here laid on his bed, but someone tells him that
he should be at a meeting and so Simon leaves with his red face.

I am having a laugh with this lass and this lad. The lass has been
telling me that she feigned disability, but she made a silly move
and proved herself to not be disabled. She laughs about this to me.
She laughs at her own stupidity and then she does a forward roll
down a stairway. This girl is crazy, but she is a good laugh and her
friend is daft too. He wants to do some gymnastic moves, but there
are railings in the way and so he sits on me. "Why don't you start
your gymnastics manouver over there where there is space? Why do you
come over here and sit on me?" I challenge his strange behaviour. He
just looks me straight into my eyes and puts on this stupid facial
expression like someone a bit stupid. He makes me laugh. I can not
take him seriously.

11-01-18

(346) No More The Target.

I seem to have got away with it. Those heady days of hiding out and
living low seem to be over now. The people who were in pursuit of me
have long since gone and the inquisitions have all blown over. I
have been living alone for some time now and there is no mention of
these things or the people who were once sought after. Getting away
with it may be a too stronger conclusion here, because for many
years I struggled to evade the pursuers. The disposition that I
possess is no longer isolated to just me. The knowledge of the alien
invaders is prevelent throughout mankind now. My leaking of this
information over the years that once made me a target and a refugee
is now within the mainstream consciousness of mankind. So now I
appear to be safe once more. I have settled down to this fact now
and the hum drum of my life is reassuring me now.

For many years I have challenged those masquarading aliens who make
out their spirituality which is no more than the empty shell of lies
and deceipt, for they have less spirituality and freedoms than that
of mankind's. They do not enjoy our freedoms as it has been breed
out of them and there is little to no chance that their spirituality
can ever return back to their now dull race, but they can not see it
themselves. They do not see what they do not know.

12-01-18

(347) Decending A Blanket Of Sleep.

I have a choice to make. Do I go down the slide on my duvet or via
another route? A free sample to go down the slide do I take it? I
see two people in front of me. They go down the slide before me. I
give them some time to give them some space up ahead before I decend
down the slide on my duvet. Weeeee, how steep I decend but I catch
them up in front and then I suddenly find myself somewhere else
completely.

13-01-18

(348) The Devon Shire Witch.

I am looking at a miniature violin. I am aware of a young woman who
is stood right next to me. I do not look at her as I play the little
violin. I want it for myself, but the violin is not for sale.

I listen to the young woman's mother as she slates the girl for
being no good, for being lazy, for being the wierd woman that she
is. Her mother is shouting abuse at her. Her mother is aggrevating
her. The young woman is disturbed.

Later I meet the young woman. She claims that she has got into
trouble from the authorities for being too compassionate. She is a
freaky thing. She puts chills down my spine. There is something not
right about her.

I take a good look at her female body form. She is sexy underneath
the tattoos on her legs. Underneath her witch like demeanour, but
she has a freaky personality.

She sits on my knee. I wasn't expecting that! She tells me about

herself. I watch her strange facial expressions as she talks to me.
She is a creepy girl inside. I look into her eyes. The windows to
her creepy soul inside. I dare to stare right into her creepy soul
that chills my spine. She plays about between my legs. She hurts my
taint. (The sensative part between the genitalia and anus) I kick
her off. What the fuck's she done!?

14-01-18

(349) 3,2,1, Zero.

I am told, "This is the third time that we have tried to populate
this area with two different hybrids." All this fuss as I find
myself alone. Lost in a dream of rejuvination.

Then chaotic wallpaper symmetries cloud dreams restless sleep for a

night long of turmoil. Tossing and turning into zero, into zip, into
the nothingness of the new day.

bi
^
| | | | |
|______________
| | | | |
|______________
| | | | |
|______________
| | | | |
----------------> a
0

points on the wallpaper are represented by the complex number: a+bi

lines on the wallpaper are at a+bi when

a=2n, b=2+4n, where n is any integer.

16-01-18

(350) A Wasteful Venture.

I go to a venue and the Queen of England is there, QEII. People go
up to see her. They speak to her sitting on her throne. I do not
want to go up to the Queen to see her.

The Queen catches up with me, "Why have you not been up to see me?"
She asks me. I do not let on anything to her. I try not to make it
so obvious that I am evasive.

Basically the Queen suggests to me that I should do some craft work.

There are some dark wooden poles stored away. The Queen suggests
that I make something with them and I go along with her suggestion,
but deep down I have my doubts. Who am I going to sell these crafted
poles to when I have finished them? Why should I waste valuable
resources like these lovely dark wood poles for something so useless
as crafted poles?

Maz is helpful she looks through the poles with me. "These are
they!" She enthusiastically points out a selection of dark wooden
poles lying in a large rack with other poles. So I feel compelled to
urchase these dark wooden poles in order to craft them and make them
look ornate.

Later I am walking through the Queen's palace with this chap He is a

dark skinned chap who is rather wealthy. He comes across quite
serious and he is whispering to me: "Do you think that you can make
something of these poles? Do you think that you can make money from
them?" He asks me in all earnest as we strole through the palace.

"No, not a chance!" I reply to him emphatically.

"Is it that bad?" He asks me keen to understand my situation and the

state of the financial market out there.

"Yeah!" I respond immediately without any hesitation. I sense that

he too is struggling financially in this world. I see his face deep
in thought. I sense that he is only just getting to grips with just
how difficult life is out there and that the struggles to survive
are catching up with even him these days.

(351) Half A Job.

There is this woman who says that she half stayed up till half past
eleven O'Clock to half see the new year in. "I didn't get that joke
when I first heard it." She confesses to me and then starts to
smile.

She has a little trolley with leaflets on it that she gives out in
the chemist. It used to be a big room on wheels until she bumped
into a girl. It made the woman jump but the girl was alright. "Oo!"
The woman said dramatically making lots of noise and fuss whilst the
girl just walked off discreetly, she slipped out with a little frown
on her face not wanting to be known.

17-01-18

(352) Those Amongst Us.

There is a lot of running around in circles. I am not keen of the
big cats, those Lions that run around amongst us. I do not trust
them amongst the people as we all intermingle with the Gazels and
antelope running around in circles through the dust that flies up
into the air. We all jump the brambles and bushes. I keep a keen eye
on those Lions who I do not trust, who we pass and who pass us
constantly. We, us humans we keep our posture. We have our dominance
amongst these beasts who could rip us up into shreds. We, us humans
have our psychological dominance against the brute strength that
surrounds us in this wild scrum of a whirling dervish, as we all
intermingle in this great scurry and flurry of animals who jump the
brambles of bushes with us through the whirlwind of constant danger
from these big cats who jump amongst us.

18-01-18

(353) A Lost Girl.

I go through scenarios at lightening speed.

Some of them are foriegn scenes,
Some of them are Polish.
I go looking through these scenarios,
Looking for the ones about the girl.
In flashes of scenario,
Through scenario after scenario
Condensed in single pictured views.
Whole events are reduced to single pictured views
As individual scenarios that flash up in my mind
in search for the ones about the girl.

For she is very special to me

And I am in desperate search for her you see.
I miss her very much in the index of my mind,
as I search in desperation through these indices
for her, who I wish to find.
For she is somewhere there lost into my mind.
For she is somewhere there but I swear I must be blind.
The little girl who is lost
who wanders in my mind.

(354) Doing The Right Thing?

I am crawling around on my hands and knees in a group of people down
a corridor. A girl behind me is shouting to someone in front of me.
She climbs up on my back and she annoys me. So without thinking I
toss her off my back. She lands up on her back. Laid out in front of
me.

She is stunned for a while, before it dawns on her what I have done
and then she is not happy. "I'm going to get you back for that!" She
tells me with her vengefull passion.

"Why what's happened?" I ask as I think about what I have just done.
I justify myself. 'She was disrespecting me.' I tell myself.

"You know what you've done! You threw me off on purpose!" Her
accusations are focused. Frowning with contempt she is out to get
revenge.

Mark Boldham and another lass have fallen out and I do not want to
know. "It's between you two." I tell them without knowing what it is
all about. 'Maybe he has indecently assaulted her and I have just
turned my back. I wonder if I have done the right thing?' I turn
around and I am shocked to see that Mark is masterbating in front of
the lass. With all his passion he tugs away in front of all of us
around him. Compelled to carry on until he comes, whilst I just walk
away.

19-01-18

(355) A Man On A Boat.

It is all about getting a job. So how am I going to play this? Do I
want to go out on a ship in the sea? No! It is early in the morning
and I sort out my back pack bag. I have a can of coke that releases
the coke through a spray nozil. I spray the coke into the back of my
mouth before hiding the spray drink in my bag from all the
scroungers who try you out for what they can get off you.

It is all very insular: The bricky who builds four walls around him.
The welder who welds himself into a box. A man on a boat.

20-01-18

(356) She Is The Vessel.

I do my rounds each week. There is a water tower that I go to. The
water is heated up by radiation. I check it out once in a while.
There is a little damage to the water tower container at one point
in the wall which enables me to see into the water tower. I peer
over the wall and as I do so I hear a rumble which bubbles through
from the depths of the water tower. The water splashes up onto the
surface and laps over the wall. I panic a little, as I witness this
it carries me on. The thought of water radioactively heating up. It
makes me walk on. I sense the danger and it moves me on.

21-01-18

(357) Unsure.
Chris Burke is talking about answers to questions. I do not know
what he is talking about. He is talking to a group of people and I
have been excluded from this conversation. I am not privy to know
what is going on. I am wondering if I will be short on hours now. If
I will miss out on some hours pay.

I find out that there is a pack
selling. I understand that most
questions and answers. I am not
means, but if Chris rips me off
will make him pay for it!
from the band Metallica that Sam is
people are wanting it for the
sure about this or what it all
my hours, if I lose money then I

22-01-18

(358) A Collection Of Money.

I would have let it slide, but it seems to be a custom on the coast
to get everything checked out. Those with money check out their
money. Those without do not. I guess that I must have some money.
Not a lot of money, but enough to check it out. It pays for a summer
off work you see.

(359) An Attatchment.
I see a heart shaped door frame. There is no wall around this frame.
There is no door in this frame. Like a heart shaped window frame
that I look through from a distance. I take a good look inside to
see a whole new world. I could easily walk right in, but I do not. I
dare not enter for that world is tainted with attatchment. It is a
world that is racked with anxieties. Addictions of pleasures that
would screw my mind.

25-01-18

(360) Beyond The Confines Of Avoidant Behaviour.

Things happen and people walk into my life. I use all my avoidant
behaviour to the best of my ability. I have my bag pack full. Out of
the blue beyond a woman questions me about the contents of my
bagpack. Where's this? Where's that?

"No they are here." I tell her as I show her my bagpack with an
aluminium folded up chair which bulges out of the confines of the
bagpack.

26-01-18

(361) Dare A Fool.

I am having a laugh with Keighley Smith. She persuades me to allow
her to put two electrodes around my waiste in order to put some
electric current through my muscles to make them twitch. So I lay
down on my back in preperation as she puts these electrodes on
around my waiste. I am apprehensive at first. I imagine the worse. I
imagine an intensity of current that is unbearable to withstand, but
it is really not that bad. There is more to this but it escapes me
now.

27-01-18

(362) Guidance.
My boss rings me up from work and it is like he is opening up an
advant calender for me on the other end of the phone:

"What's the date today?" My boss asks me. I tell him the date and
then he tells me what I have got today. "... Alright." He says at
the end of every sentence. I am not sure if he is telling me that I
am alright or if he is asking me. I am never told that I have got
some chocolate to eat from this advant calender. I like chocolate.
It is not Christmas now and I wonder if there are more appropriate
ways to do things around here.

I am told, "You're like a raincoat without a hood. Ill prepared for

the elements."

I tell him that I am prepared for any eventuality and that I was
born ready.
28-01-18

(363) Furniture Theif.

I am passing through this garden. I take a chair from this garden to
sit on whilst I get to a small city on a hill. I find myself talking
to Mark Mc Hugh in this city on a hill. We overlook the countryside
where Mark has his garden in the distance. So from this city on a
hill I witness Mark os he moves object on his garden from a
distance just from the movement of his arms through the magic of his
hands. This technological garden of his takes me by surprise. I
realise that the chair that I have taken previously belongs to Mark
and I do not say a word. While Mark is busy chatting to is friends I
leave this city discreetly and I find myself taking a bird table
from the city. I take it to my grandmas garden and I place it there
without her knowing.

29-01-18

(364) A Man On The Run.

There is a man who runs out of this place with two gold bars. One in
each hand. I can not decide if that man is me or whether I am just
spectating. Maybe it is both of these things. Over and over again
the man runs out of the door of this place and along through a
passage to a space. I see that there are gold skid marks on the
ground. Like a film constantly repeating itself. Over and over again
this man makes this journey. He is guilty of something and I think
that he is me. He is repeatedly running until a hammer comes down.
It makes a dint in some paper on the ground.

There is a letter sent from y to z, x.

There is a letter sent from Y to Z, X.

(365) The Prank.

I go on the silver metro train. I am looking for my back pack bag
that I left on one of these trains previously. I go to throw a bag
pack that I have with me up on the luggage rack, but then I think
'Shit! That's Sach's bag I'd better not do that.' The train goes off
and I realise that I do not have a ticket just as this lad asks me
for my ticket. I tell him and I explain the circumstance to him.
"How much will you charge me for a ticket?" I ask him.

"Three hundred and fifty pounds." He tells me in an authorative

voice.

I am not happy with this man and I try to reason with him. I notice
something odd about him. I notice something that does not ring true.

"You're not a ticket inspector are you?" I tell him as I look at him
suspiciously. I rip open his coat and he has an orange top on with
the word 'Retail' written in white letters across his chest. I start
to laugh. I pat him on the back. I give him a high five. I shake the
man's hand.
"You got me there!" I admit to him. I am so pleased that it was just
a prank. That has just saved me three hundred and fifty pounds.

30-01-18

(366) A Shitty Embankment. (The Musical)

I am to drop this woman off. I decide where to drive the train.
There is mud galore. The steel wheels of this train sink into the
mud and I am surprised that we get traction. I explain to this woman
where the train goes, along the embankment and I ask her, "Where do
you want to be dropped off?" So we find a spot and the train stops
to allow the lady off the train. Then after a while, precariously
like piss wet toilet paper the carriages pull off on this shitty
embankment. Tenuously off they go on a roll like a strip of wet
toilet paper.

I have recorded and written up a few of my recent creative efforts.

I seem to be going through a dark period at the moment, but it is
all good. It is all part of the great experience of life.

The Guest House Blues.

The Guest House Blues is three songs and a poem:

1-The Homeless Song.

2-Hurt Like Hell.
3-Free To Be Me.

4-Women Don't Jump Off Bridges. (Poem)

No Home.
I walk the streets at night
All alone
With nowhere to go now
I ain't got no home.
Aint got no home.
Aint got no home.

I saw a girl tonight

She's all alone
She walks the streets at night
She's got no home.
Aint got no home.
Aint got no home.

Living it down
Here in town.

Aint got no home.

Aint got no home.

Hurt Like Hell.

I have found a love
And I know it to be true.
But I have been rejected
And there's nothing I can do.

Gonna hurt like hell

When I meet ya
When I meet ya
When I meet ya
Gonna [Am]hurt like hell
When I meet ya
When I meet ya
When I meet ya

I know I'm being weak

But I love to see you smile.
I've had some happy times
I haven't seen you for a while.

Gonna hurt like hell

When I meet ya
When I meet ya
When I meet ya
Gonna hurt like hell
When I meet ya
When I meet ya
When I meet ya

So when I get to see her

I just have to dote.
She's really sweet and lovely
But I don't float her boat.

Gonna hurt like hell

When I meet ya
When I meet ya
When I [meet ya
Gonna [Am]hurt like hell
When I meet ya
When I meet ya
When I meet ya

Free To Be Me.
There's nothing here for me
I've had my fun
I'm free of it all now as I...
Laze in the sun

Make a change
Free from desire
Above the clouds I am...
Floating [Am]higher

Free to be me
Free to be me
There's nothing here for me
I've had my fun
I'm free of it all now as I...
Laze in the [Am]sun

Needless to say
There's nothing here for me
As I make my way I can...
Only be free

Free to be me
Free to be me

Instrumental

Women Don't Jump Off Bridges.

Some women will destroy you.

They will not mean to.
They will be polite and aluring.
But all along they will prey on your mind.

Some women will make your life a misery.

They will seduce you and make you feel alive.
They will tease you and play with your feelings.
But all along you will be undermined.

Some women are in disguise.

They may be beautiful and pretty.
They may seem like a gift.
But all along they will break you up inside.

You will think that you are safe.

You will think it's all in hand.
You will think that you are at a safe distance.
And then you will be damned.

She doesn't mean to hurt you.

But hurt you she will.
And in your dieing breath.
You will feel such a thrill.

She comes across all kind.

She smiles, she is all at ease.
But insidiously you are in danger.
A danger that no one sees.

She's only out for fun.

She does what she thinks is best.
And without knowing it.
She will give you the ultimate test.

Women don't jump off bridges it's true.

They make themselves look pretty.
Women don't jump off bridges.
No, but men do!
And that's a pitty.

No Home. [capo 4th fret]

[Am]I walk the [Em]streets at night
[Am]All a[Em]lone
[Am]With nowhere to [Em]go now
[Am]I ain't got no [Em]home.
[N.C.]Aint got no [Am]home. [D Am G Em A Em D]
[N.C.]Aint got no [Am]home. [D Am G Em A Em D]

[Am]I saw a [Em]girl tonight

[Am]She's all a[Em]lone
[Am]She walks the [Em]streets at night
[Am]She's got no [Em]home.
[N.C.]Aint got no [Am]home. [D Am G Em A Em D]
[N.C.]Aint got no [Am]home. [D Am G Em A Em D]

[D# D C A]
Living it down
Here in town.
[A# A C G]

[N.C.]Aint got no [Am]home. [D Am G Em A Em D]

[N.C.]Aint got no [Am]home. [D Am G Em A Em D]

Hurt Like Hell.

[Am]I have found a [C]love

And I [G]know it to be [D]true.
But [Am]I have been re[C]jected
And there's [G]nothing I can [D]do.

Gonna [Am]hurt like hell

When I [Am]meet ya
When I [C]meet ya
When I [G]meet ya
Gonna [Am]hurt like hell
When I [Am]meet ya
When I [C]meet ya
When I [G]meet ya
[Dm F C G]x2

I [Am]know I'm being [C]weak

But I [G]love to see you [D]smile.
I've [Am]had some happy [C]times
I haven't [G]seen you for a [D]while.

Gonna [Am]hurt like hell

When I [Am]meet ya
When I [C]meet ya
When I [G]meet ya
Gonna [Am]hurt like hell
When I [Am]meet ya
 When I [C]meet ya
When I [G]meet ya
[Dm F C G]x2

So [Am]when I get to see [C]ya

[G]I just have to [D]dote.
You're [Am]really sweet and love[C]ly
But [G]I don't float ya [D]boat.

Gonna [Am]hurt like hell

When I [Am]meet ya
When I [C]meet ya
When I [G]meet ya
Gonna [Am]hurt like hell
When I [Am]meet ya
When I [C]meet ya
When I [G]meet ya
[Dm F C G]x2

Free To Be Me.
[Am]There's nothing here for me
[F]I've had my fun
[Am]I'm free of it all now as I... [C D]
[Dm]Laze in the [Am]sun

[Am]Make a change
[F]Free from desire
[Am]Above the clouds I am... [C D]
[Dm]Floating [Am]higher

[Em]Free [C F Am]to be [C]me [D]

[Em]Free [C F Am]to be [C]me [D]

[Am]There's nothing here for me

[F]I've had my fun
[Am]I'm free of it all now as I... [C D]
[Dm]Laze in the [Am]sun

[Am]Needless to say
[F]There's nothing here for me
[Am]As I make my way I can... [C D]
[Dm]Only be [Am]free

[Em]Free [C F Am]to be [C]me [D]

[Em]Free [C F Am]to be [C]me [D]

Instrumental

31-01-18

(367) Going Home.

I board the coach back home. I choose the coach that takes me back
to that that I know, but there are rains and I am piss wet through
yet again. I know what to do to find the shortest route back home.
Back to that that I know and love.
02-02-18

(368) Spin On A String.

I am flying some birds on a string. Around in circles they go.
Sometimes they crash. Sometimes there are great teams of people to
help the bird and myself. As it flies around on the end of a string.
As I try to avoid all the things all around. My bird in the sky.

Spin On A String. (as a poem)

I am flying some birds on a string.

Around in circles they go.
Sometimes they crash.
Sometimes there are great teams of people
To help the bird and myself.
As it flies around on the end of a string.
As I try to avoid all the things all around.
My bird in the sky.

(369) Shiny Streets.

There has been an Asdas super store built by my old house that I
visit. The traffic is crazily fast. Drivers in lorries under
pressure to deliver a service so fast. The roads are smooth and
shiny. "There's gonna be an accident here one day." I say to
someone who I am with, but I do not know who they are. It might be
my dad.

03-02-18

(370) Armada Quary.

I get to Armada Quary. I do not think that I should be here. It does
look like private property. The entrance to the quary is carved out
of hard grey rock with its high grey rock walls either side of the
drive in. Then the drive in is split into two roads. Each mirroring
the other one. There are two massive grey rock arches that mirror
each other and they are the entrances to these two car parks. These
entrances have been carved out of this hard grey rock and I marval
at the neat way that this has been done. So each arch takes you
through to a car park, but if you go straight on then there is a
massive map that charts the quary up ahead. I am fascinated to look
at this map but I do not stay for long because I should not be here.

(371) I Have Moved Away

From Sherwood Forest to Torbay. From NG22 to TQ1. I have moved away.
The power of rejection has made me move on, but now I have a change
of heart. My love for her is dieing a death and so now my heart is
beguining to move on.

Hurt Like Hell.

I have found a love

And I know it to be true.
But I have been rejected
And there's nothing I can do.
Gonna hurt like hell
When I meet ya
When I meet ya
When I meet ya
Gonna [Am]hurt like hell
When I meet ya
When I meet ya
When I meet ya

I know I'm being weak

But I love to see you smile.
I've had some happy times
I haven't seen you for a while.

Gonna hurt like hell

When I meet ya
When I meet ya
When I meet ya
Gonna hurt like hell
When I meet ya
When I meet ya
When I meet ya

So when I get to see her

I just have to dote.
She's really sweet and lovely
But I don't float her boat.

Gonna hurt like hell

When I meet ya
When I meet ya
When I [meet ya
Gonna [Am]hurt like hell
When I meet ya
When I meet ya
When I meet ya

Hurt Like Hell.

[Am]I have found a [C]love

And I [G]know it to be [D]true.
But [Am]I have been re[C]jected
And there's [G]nothing I can [D]do.

Gonna [Am]hurt like hell

When I [Am]meet ya
When I [C]meet ya
When I [G]meet ya
Gonna [Am]hurt like hell
When I [Am]meet ya
When I [C]meet ya
When I [G]meet ya
[Dm F C G]x2

I [Am]know I'm being [C]weak

But I [G]love to see you [D]smile.
I've [Am]had some happy [C]times
I haven't [G]seen you for a [D]while.

Gonna [Am]hurt like hell

When I [Am]meet ya
When I [C]meet ya
When I [G]meet ya
Gonna [Am]hurt like hell
When I [Am]meet ya
When I [C]meet ya
When I [G]meet ya
[Dm F C G]x2

So [Am]when I get to see [C]ya

[G]I just have to [D]dote.
You're [Am]really sweet and love[C]ly
But [G]I don't float ya [D]boat.

Gonna [Am]hurt like hell

When I [Am]meet ya
When I [C]meet ya
When I [G]meet ya
Gonna [Am]hurt like hell
When I [Am]meet ya
When I [C]meet ya
When I [G]meet ya
[Dm F C G]x2

04-02-18

(372) Things That We Do.

I am sat at Sacha's work desk and a female friend of Sacha's comes
over and talks to me, "Have you seen the paperwork with the uniforms
for sale?" I am asked.

"They should be in there." I reply pointing to an envelope and then

I remember:

"There was another woman looking in there, maybe she has it if you
cannot find it." I then notice that Sacha's friend is touching
herself between her legs as she is sat on the desk chair.

"Enjoy yourself." I encourage her.

It is much later on now and for some reason I am in the dark.

Sacha's friend enters this room of darkness and she talks to me as
she does so. I am suddenly surprised when she whips my trousers down
as she approaches me from behind. 'That's exciting.' I think to
myself and so then it naturally leads onto other things that we do
together.

(373) Dodgy Driver.

I am being driven by DJ in his car. He is giving me a lift and he is
stressed. "Everything is stressing me out and now I am ill again."
He says, I am shocked at what he is telling me. He goes on more
about his illness and I am not a comfortable passenger in his car.
We turn a corner and the edge of a brickwork wall scrapes his car
door and the corner of the brick wall jolts the car at the back as
it scrapes the paintwork from front to back. 'That's got to make a
mess of this car.' I think to myself as I sit there helpless as the
uncomfortable passenger, but DJ continues driving. He continues
having a meltdown as he is driving and he continues to tell me
about his illness whilst stressed behind the wheel.

(374) The Riff.

I am driving through the narrow roads of the rustic shire of Devon.
With its hill tops of green fields and its grey cliff walls. I will
park up and work on my guitar playing. I have a Pink Floydish riff
and I want to get it right. There is some debate with some others as
to the exact specifics of this ride out. It all goes above my head
and I focus on my guitar. Maybe the riff is more Deep Purpleish. I
do not really know. I just want to get it right and put on a good
show. Play the songs then go.

05-02-18

(375) Seaside Rock.

People are helpful. We have just been looking at the islands around
here in Cornwall. This man says that there is an island around here
near where we are stood. For some reason he can tell that the bed
rock is dry and with this extreme knowledge of his he tells us about
the coastline islands around this area.

"Are you in?" He asks us. I am not sure if I want to be that

involved, but I get drawn in with the others and so I become part of
a team of island explorers. Maybe if I crack open a rock upon the
beach it will have the name of the island spelt out through the
middle of it. Aniseed flavour is my favorite flavour.

06-02-18

(376) Puzzled.
There is a child talking to me. With her child like enthusiasm she
explains about bridging a gap with food. She has these plastic
plates that join together and bridge the food together. She says
that they are there to teach the people.

There is a child who follows me. I do not know her name. I do not
know who she is. She has befriended me as we walk the isles through
this shop. Then I decide that I must get away. So I give the girl
the jilt. She is with her family and I do not belong with them. She
does not want me to leave her, but I make my excuses. I jump an isle
and find an exit door.

There is a girl with long blond curly hair. I am told by my friend

Mark Reynolds that I have been exemplary to her, but he warns me
that I am to mind my singing. I cannot make this out. What is he
saying?
07-02-18

(377) I Am. (Poem)

I am being hounded
for cheating on my girl
with an alien life form, you see.

We never had sex,

but we got caught holding hands
and now I am being hounded
like the dog that they think that
I am.

My girlfriend's sister
she thinks that I am sleezy.
I have lost all of her respect now, you see.

The alien has left me.

My beautiful Andromedan Siam.
She has gone to another planet to be free.
She left me in disgust,
so I am feeling as guilty as hell, now,
I am.

09-02-18

(378) Lions.
There are lions who jump around on high walls here, but if you know
which high walls to go to then you can be safe. You can avoid these
dangerous lions. I search for these high walls. I wish to be safe. I
wish to avoid these dangerous lions.

I see a beautiful girl and I tell her exactly how much I love her. I
go into great detail as I explain exactly how much love that I have
for her.

Later I find myself in a massive cage. "Do you like the bars?" I ask
the other people who are sat in this cage with me. "I welded these
bars on." I tell them, thinking that I have done a good job. The
door to this cage is unlocked. We can leave anytime that we like,
but for some reason we choose to sit in here and we chat from time
to time.

11-02-18

(379) My Loss.
I have lost my coat or am I dreaming? Is anything ever lost in a
dream? I have been working with Lynn. We chat as she goes about on
her mobility scooter. There are so many obstacles. It has been
raining and I negotiate a large puddle. I find high ground on the
tarmac that is not flooded and I find my way around the puddle
without getting my feet wet. I have a chat with Lynn and we discuss
about how useless we both are. Me forgetting things. Her struggling
on her mobility scooter. So she goes off on her own back to her home
and I go back tracing my tracks looking for my coat. I am so
forgetfull these days and I do not like this feeling of loss when I
lose things.

12-02-18

(380) The Adventure Park Of Good Practice.

This is the real life adventure park. Non of these rides are for fun
and all of these rides are for real. When the rides are all over
there is nowhere else for us to go. This adventure park is our home.
These rides go on forever. They teach us how to live our lives and
how to live them well. There is a ride for recycling rubbish. There
is a ride to make us think about the poor. There are rides that will
crush us to make us feel humble and there are rides that will
deliver us more.

People give you good messages here. They will help you to find your
own way. It is all about the art of good living. It is all about the
art of good practice you see. So when the rides are all over at the
end of the day, you will not be going anywhere else tonight, because
this is where you live. This is where you belong and the people here
will help you to learn how to finally live your life right. Through
the ups and downs of the roller coaster and into the darkness of
night. This Adventure Park Of Good Practice, will deliver you, from
out of the coldness of fear and into the warmth of the light.

(381) Stepping Out.

I walk through the streets of this neighbourhood. To find out what I
may find. Just me and my camel toe, we step out along the shore.
Just me and my lazy ways, we seek so that we shall find. Just me and
my hopeful thoughts, we bind to the ways of mankind.

13-02-18

(382) A Faceless Marriage.

I found out that Paula had a robot and her second name was Geary.
For the first five years of her marriage the robot remained a
secret with its white plasticness and its blank expressionless
facial features. This robot used to dance and move around, but now
that feature is lost. The mechanism for dance has broken off. So now
it remains static. Paula never used it she left it to stand around
and be still.

The robot was stashed away in hiding. Idle in storage, but now it
has found a new life with me. It is mine to use. She told me that I
could have it. So now this new life belongs to me. With this new
life it likes to dance around. With its broken mechanism a new part
has been found. The gears are fully working now. The cogs are all in
place, but its white plastic head is still without a face. I guess
that she does not miss it now. It was never really there anyhow. So
now it does its own thing. It lives and dances without a care.

14-02-18

(383) Off Of His Mind.

John Lydon is on drums. Also kown as Johnny Rotten, is walking
around on a drum kit. On drum kit legs Johnny targets this man who
he does not like. On the mobility of his drum kit Johnny gets in
this man's way. With the sounds of a snare and a high hat: Dish,
dish, par ka. Johnny stops this man in his tracks to the back beat
of his angst. Johnny rolls out his displeasure: duv, duv, duv and
gets in this man's way. Johnny is feeling annoyed. His target, this
man whoever he is, is persecuted with percussion of a rotten kind,
as Johnny rotten gets something rhythmically off of his mind and
this man now, whoever he is, finds now that he has been realigned

Off Of His Mind. (Poem)

John Lydon is on drums.

Also kown as Johnny Rotten,
is walking around on a drum kit.
On drum kit legs
Johnny Rotten targets this man
who he dislikes with his sticks.
On the mobility of his drum kit
Johnny gets in this man's way.
With the sounds of a snare and a high hat:
Dish, dish, per ka. (snare, high hat)

Johnny stops this man in his tracks

to the back beat of his angst.
Johnny rolls out his displeasure on tom toms:
duv, duv, duv, duv. (tom toms)
And gets in this man's way.
Johnny is feeling annoyed.

His target, this man

whoever he is,
is persecuted with percussion
of a rotten kind,
as Johnny rotten gets something
rhythmically off of his mind
and this man now,
whoever he is,
finds now that he has been realigned.
Dink tish. (cow bell, cymbal)

16-02-18

(384) Next Level.

I am learning English. I am learning my own language. After over
fifty years of speaking this language I am still learning the next
buzz word. The next Olympic jargin. There is always more to learn in
a language that is in flux. There is always more to learn with good
practice in books.

(385) A New Art.

I am brought into an afternoon speech. A time of absolute slooshie.
When our head gets together and our heart can conspire to come up
with some meaningful speech. In one afternoon I make up my mind and
a delivery of convenience I find.

17-02-18

(386) The Platform.

It was some wild party last night. just me and my guests. A place
full of people who do not know what they want. A group of people who
do not know what ticket they need and what ride. They make hard work
of this journey until suddenly everything is still. As all the
lively are now asleep and anyone else is ill. I keep watching from a
distance as if I have some magic wand of orchastration. I watch from
a distance until these conductor feelings of transformation are
finally gone. Along with the people on all these rides and the fat
lady who has finally sung her last song.

18-02-18

(387) Pub Interview.

Dave's got a job. There is an informal meeting to secure this job.
This meeting is at the pub. I have been invited to join them at the
table even though I do not work there.

Before Dave has been invited to join his two potential future
bosses. They give me a run down on their potential employee Dave.
They know what he is like and they joke about Dave. So I am sat at
this pub table with these two blokes as thay make fun of Dave and I
am laughing so much as I look at Dave, looking at me sat at a
distant table. He has not got a clue what I am laughing at.

Eventually Dave is invited to this table to join us for his

interview. "Do you know how much money you will be getting each
week?" Dave is asked by one of the bosses.

"Yes, One hundred and something, I have been told." Dave says
agreeingly because it is over one hundred pounds a week.

The other man butts in hardly able to contain himself. "Yes, One
hundred and ..." He stalls. He can barely tell Dave without
laughing. "... Fourty two pence." He tells Dave with a snigger.

I am having so much fun here and I cannot help but laugh as poor
Dave is dispondant. I think that he thought that he was getting a
few quid more than that. We are all having a laugh at Dave's
expence. I feel guilty about this, but it does not stop me from
laughing at him.

20-02-18

(388) Fox On Wheels.

There is a man who dresses up as a fox. He has a team of people who
care for him and his needs. They are constantly out running about in
a car. We laugh at this man fox as he squashes in with all the
passengers in his car. Dressed all in black they are all on the run
with the man who dresses up as a fox.
21-02-18

(389) Old And Beautiful.

It is all old fashioned. That is the theme here and she is sexy now
as we follow a dream and a beautifulness around, to see exactly
where it takes us. It is just a feelng and there is not much more to
say than that, as we find our way around.

22-02-18

(390) A Family Relocation.

I am getting the train down to Torquay from Lincoln. Maz is going
down to Torquay too. There is some confusion as Maz and Ian have
already bought their tickets and I am wanting to know which way they
are going. Which stations they are changing at and at what times.
Then there is confusion of money. Maz thinks that she has lost some
money. She thinks that some of her notes are missing and that she
has been pick pocketed. "No, it is all here." She is releaved to say
and now it is just the luggage that we have to deal with. The
luggage is being looked after by our mum and dad. For some reason
the luggage is tins of things, but I know of not what.

(391) I knew it.

We find the main man. We have been looking all over for him. He
turns up in the barbers chair having his hair cut. It is like I
predicted this. I kind of knew that he would be getting his hair
cut. Somewhere in the back of my mind I can see a future. Somewhere
in the back of my mind I find that I can remember things that have
not yet happened. How is this true?

23-02-18

(392) A Garden With Lions.

I work in a big garden with animals. I am not keen on the lions who
wander around here, although they are said to be safe. I imagine
that at least one of the lions could turn nasty if I am not careful.
I see my mum as she comes through a door and we speak. I do not
remember what we say, but she is okay with the lions. She is not
afraid of them.

(393) To Be Unknown.
There are all these posh people in this big old house. It is as if I
do not exist. It is as if I am not important. No one notices me. I
follow this bloke around as I am unsure where I should be. I see a
woman with a big posh hat on who looks nice, but she does not take
any interest in me and she talks to the bloke who I follow. I do not
know the rules here. I do not know the etiquette. I am new here and
no one really notices me. They are posh and I am poor in this
household, in this big old house. I am unsure. I am not noticed. No
one knows who I am.

24-02-18
(394) A Pile Of Plimpsolls.
I am in the back row in class on the benches as I pass from one
bench to the next. I disturb people who are sat there. There has got
to be a much better way than this to get about I think to myself.
And every black rubber and canvas plimpsoll comes off each of the
children's feet who I pass. There are so many plimpsolls on the
floor now that we do not know whose is whose. Surely there is a
better way than this. It will take so long to get all our plympsolls
back on. This disruption is all pervasive. There are some snotty
children here who think that they are better than the rest of us. I
take exception to one lad. "So you think that you are better than
the rest of us then do you?" I challenge him and he genuinely does
think that he is better than the rest of us, but his plimpsolls are
lost upon the floor with all the other plimpsolls, just the same as
all the other children's plimpsolls. As a part of the pile of black
rubber and canvas footwear that they have now become.

25-02-18

(395) Tick, Tick, BOOM!

"Never mind the bollocks here's Adi Cox." I say as I express myself
with attitude. This lad does not go along with my pitch. I am being
a dick though. Things go a bit mardy from here. "Are you going to
upgrade my handlebars with a new grading?" I ask the lad who I am
mardy with.

I feel this sharp point in my arm. "Are you pushing that pencil lead
into me?!" I exclaim to the lad's little brother who has interviened
to stick up for his older brother and I inspect my arm after
snatching the pencil off of him.

"You don't know how to upgrade my handlebars." I go on to tease the

older brother by doubting his abilities. "Join the wires to the
battery. Join the battery to the clock." I am really just inflaming
the situation here with my incendery language because I am mardy. It
will just be a matter of time now before things blow up here.

27-02-18

(396) No Tune. (The Notes Have Gone.)

I am crying my eyes out and telling my mother. "This piano's not
working." I tell her as I search for the keys in this old Steinway
grand that is stood on the lawn in the back garden. I scrape out the
moss in its keyless keyboard and carefully remove all the ripe
exotic fruits that have been lovingly placed there in piles as I
search for the notes, but there are no notes to find. I never
thought that things could get this bad. My sister Maz is thumping
out a beat on the piano stool just as I showed her how to, but I
have no notes to play to the people. "Can we get a new piano?" I ask
my mother as she is sat next to me at this piano. The tears are
rolling down my face. 'Maybe secretly we will get a new piano for
Christmas.' I think to myself in hope, but I am so bitterly
disappointed.