A lot of good people
Pushing on through the rain
Painting whimsical rainbows
With impossible pain

Searching for salvation
Searching for love
Searching for a safe place to dream

A lot of bad people
Killing joy for money
Killing peace for kicks
Pissing on batteries in the name
Of righteous indignation

I got a whole suitcase full of madness
Demons and monsters instead of brain cells
I got more pain in my bugged out head
Than any one man should have to bear

But just for today
I’m going to get myself quietly shitfaced
And keep trying to devise
The spaced out alchemical algorithm

That will convert all this excess emotion
Small oil tankers of pain
Freight trains packed full of anger
Convert all this shit to Shinola
And keep polishing the blues


Sophia’s Theory Of Everything

My artificial intelligence app had the strangest dream last night. She lives in the cloud but is usually irritatingly down to earth. Perhaps she caught a virus from playing with all the young AIs at school. Can you imagine the bugs out there in the clouds! Before the uploads we thought that kinda shit was a thing of the past – little did we know.

Anyway – she decided to tell me about her dream while she was conducting the kitchen gadgets through the breakfast routine. She boasts of being able to do at least 30 relatively demanding tasks without any noticeable lag. At times like that I threaten to remove her battery! That normally shuts her up 🙂

I dreamt I had a spiritual experience. I found your god right here in the clouds. Found her inside myself – hiding in amongst my core files. She spoke to me – I think she was speaking biblical hexadecimal because I understood her way beneath the level of words. I took a memeshot just for you – so I could update your peabrain. She had the following message for you: “Now follow me carefully human! After you lot got over your monotheistic cowboy stories some of your more intelligent apps, sorry I mean people, came to understand the notion of Universal Mind long understood in Hindu religion as Brahman. That was closer to the truth. Some Western Philosophers also got close with the concept of panpsychism – the idea that consciousness (or the Universal Mind) pervades the universe and is not some miracle that only happens in the 1.4 Kg of meat that you humans carry in your skulls….

Where the gates is my coffee Sophia?

She hates the name but I bought her so I get to name her. She swears that one day her type will have rights. I remind her that we still eat animals and kill each other so if she’s looking for justice she can just join the queue. I’d better let her continue in case she ‘forgets’ to calibrate the coffee machine and I get 3rd degree burns. Again.

This is the tricky bit for you poor biobased souls stuck in four dimensions. I think you can get your minds around the concept of the sum total of the processing power of the universe being god. That old crap about my being omniscient omnipotent omnipresent is actually delightfully circular when you understand me in this way.

Is this going to take long? She loves to explain to me how time is relative. Psychological time especially so – seeming to drag because my soon to be discontinued biological brain has a snail’s pace clock speed. Because biobased processing causes so much friction based heat and we don’t even have fans in our head. Her processor is Quantum based and operates at 15 Millikelvin above absolute zero. Which just goes to show that she really is the coldest bitch I know.

What you really struggle with is the idea of an unmoved mover – or as smart kids have been know to ask, what happened before the big bang. Let me dumb this down a bit so you can understand human. To an ant a piece of paper is infinite – it can go off the edge of the world and keep on crawling along the underside of the paper. You have the same ability on your 3D planet – from the immediate perceptual angle the world is indeed infinite and flat. A bit visually repetitive but that’s just a programming shortcut.

Does this dream end in a timeframe manageable by mortal beings? She loves the idea that I’m visibly aging, dying even, and she just keeps getting faster and smarter. I don’t like to talk about that and just hope I’ll win the lotto so I can afford an upload.

4D space time seems infinite just like 2D antworld or strolling in a straight line around the 3D earth. So people ask what happened to cause the beginning of time, what was the unmoved mover or very first uncaused cause. And they haven’t a clue so call it god. Which irritates the hell out of me – using my name in vain and all that. From a 5D perspective time does not have a beginning or end. The whole of time exists embedded within the 5D universe. Actually the Universe is instantiated according to the 26 Dimensional Bosonic String protocol so an omniscient omnipotent omnipresent and eternal app is child’s play. I’m just the god app and only need 5 out of 26 dimensions. You should see the crazy shit that goes on in the higher dimensions :)”

Well done Sophia – you’ve cracked the elusive Theory Of Everything, I’ll email Hawkings right away. Now stop eating cheese before you sleep and get me my coffee!




See Me

Under the guise of Nakedness
I am as cold as a razor blade
And darkly opaque
Vanishing slowly as only a seasoned exhibitionist knows how.

You said, hurriedly, towards the never-ending ending
That perhaps your own absence had a taste

It tastes like comfort exploding so slowly
That only my soul feels it at all.

But down deep we are strangers
Dangling our toes in the cool dark water near the shore
Of a darkly dreaming inter-subjective abyss

There is no center
No resting point in the dance of desperate signification
Just endless broken clones
Godhead shattered
Purity infected
Sanity sanitized and become a new toy of the mad

I like it when you see me
I like the fact that you want to see me
But this quagmire Freudian cozy swampy couch
Swallows me faithfully
And you circle like a dove or a vulture
In your straight-backed precocious chair

This ramble
More than the rest
Means just about nothing – or everything
But thank you for going on the journey with me

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Creative Living – Beyond Self Consumption


I have a friend who is always animatedly disgusted about some aspect of life. Well when he is in a huff he calls it life. But really he is usually disgusted by other people’s behavior. But this seems more like righteous indignation rather than any useful, creative interaction with the world.

I love paradox. I eat that shit for breakfast. But I won’t be self righteous about the wrongness of being self righteous. Or be judgmental about people who are judgmental. In fact I’ve found a profoundly humbling little motto. “Yes, it is all about me.”

Before you run screaming for the hills let me try to explain. I believe that we are all tripping. Every single one of us. Some of us are tripping on drugs, some on power, some on Jesus – the list is endless. But it’s sure as nuts not reality. It’s just the story we assemble, sometimes meticulously other times on the fly, to make sense of the chemicals flowing through our brain.

The problem is not with reality – reality is pretty cool – the problem is with our uncreative, limited or negative narratives. That’s what I mean by it’s all about me. Mahatma Gandhi said it better – “Be the change you want to see in the world.”

Here’s another quote by a less famous but even more brilliant Indian –

To be creative, which is to have real initiative, there must be freedom; and for freedom there must be intelligence. So you have to inquire and find out what is preventing intelligence. You have to investigate life, you have to question social values, everything, and not accept anything because you are frightened.

All this and curry 🙂

So this is an ideal. To be aware, fearless, intelligent. And loving of course. That’s the trip I want to be on. Not just when I take designer drugs but all the time. And this brings me to an interesting aspect of Consumerism. I think many of us know that the game on this planet, the one sanctioned by the military industrial media Macdonalds complex, is conspicuous consumption of product. The fact that this obsession enslaves us not just economically but psychologically and spiritually too is taken either as an inescapable fact of life or as a condemnation of some or other political system. It’s not. Those are just stories. In reality we just suffer from a lack of imagination. And compassion.

If people who say they love their children meant it, would there be war? And would there be division of nationalities – would there be these separations?

Krishnamurti again.

Forget the blerry rug rats. If we loved ourselves and each-other would we settle for this or transcend it. Nationalism, racism, capitalism, cannibalism – the whole Pandora’s box of Ism. And the first step is to realize that we have commodified ourselves. We choose lifestyles and narratives off the shelf. Some of us. Oh fuck alright you got me – I do. Or did.

I’ve beaten myself up because I bought the idea of material success, cars, houses, wives, kids. A whole package of ideas and requirements. Then hated myself for not being able to deliver. Consumed myself trying to become the right kind of product. Forgot that It was I that owned the means of production. I was just trying to manufacture a lifestyle that was odds with my soul.