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Life, times, experiences... glimpses of the after-world





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Wednesday, January 16, 2008



Dear Pipey and the twin,

Thank you for your gracious invitation. I would love to fly to the village and smoke when i can, but the tangles of the city have lodged themselves deep into me. I'll break free and come as soon as i can.

Last night a fire broke out in Bob the butcher's shop and it took them three noodles with a broken hose to put it off, and Bob seems to be broken and gutted looking at the charred remains. The old whore lounging by the pier died last week too. They said she balded herself and ripped off a ear before she jumped to her death, something to do with a long standing belief in the end of the world according to her book of experiences. Strange book i tell you.

In other news, the merchants from the far east came again with a string of slaves tied together and fed with dates to command a better price this time around. No one seemed interested to bring the desert sands to their homes and so the merchants left, with just one slave less who didn't like the dates and the whips they gave him. Polly came around many afternoons ago with more wrinkles on her mortgaged face than the dead shoes she was loaned for the summer, Its a pity she doesn't like cupcakes anymore.

Thanksgiving is soon approaching and the dogs in the corner seem to be feeling it too. In the meantime you could also come down to the city, because I'm always here and the smoke here is in abundance.

Pollution, gutted shops and otherwise.




Until the needle tells otherwise,

Theo the greek



Song Update - Bike - Pink Floyd

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The return of the Mad Fantasy Man

Thursday, January 10, 2008


MfM: (bursts into the room, in a manner that says it was pretty obvious): I need to take a vacation soon man. The neighbour bird has flown away too and seems to have taken all the stars with her.

Me: (*Yawn* wondering if MFM knows what the time is) Its not like there's no more birds and the stars, they are a plenty. You know?

MfM:(Getting agitated): My bird has flown away and the stars i counted are missing i tell you.

Me: (Giving up on any hope of going back to sleep again, but excercise a last, futile attempt): Ok, so looks like you do need a vacation, lets take off on a one week trip, yeah?!

MfM:(Shrugs and looks at me in a ridiculous manner): One week??? thats too long man, i'm not sure if i can handle more than an eighteen hour trip. (completes sentence with a grin)

Me: (suddenly see the light and realize MfM's ramble) Oh, i should've known better! No trips for me man, I'll be around if you want me to though..

MFM: (feels alienated and the discontent shows on the lines of his twitching face.)
*walks over to the recently painted wall and splashes*
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Watch me fly!



Song update - I shall be released - Bob Dylan

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