When the blue mountains of hope, clouded over in the dark mist that blurred, did they not wonder why they were not resilient to that change?
Have human beings adopted change like a fish adopts water? Through its lungs and back to the sea outside. Are we deluding ourselves for that which we so gleefully absorb is not just pure water but black smoke that leaves an oily residue that slowly slows us down and straight cripples us eventually and kills us like dogs dying by the galactic alley mouth in the great race of species and life?
The Missing Sandwich writes about the old game of sexual pursuit, and mating rituals that should be arcane practices but human beings are of course, not capable of ridding ourselves of complicated bullshit. So unfortunately the Sandwich is stuck and so are all men who are on her side.
The Spider has a narcissistic streak that materializes every morning in the form of loving conversations with herself in front of the mirror. She attributes it to possible coffee overdoses but then fails to understand a blahbarian narcissist who puts her the posh parts in an interview and dishes him the super dirt in a post published on her blog and not in the real write up which she attributes to the honesty of today's Press.
Noorie is back with a bang I missed you crazy woman where have you been and why are you contemplating suicide involving lock picking dogs and nonexistent neighbors while dragging down innocent gold fish down into graves with you?
Realskullzero makes a valiant attempt to revive his blog of yore and legend and writes a post explaining that very fact through a haze of lazy smoke and switches off again to resurface when? Soon, hopefully.
The Passionate ladybird writes about jerking off and wanking and touching oneself and sparks off a lot of interest in the topic as if people needed her to point out the fact that such a phenomenon exists and inspires new forms of mystic poetry.
The Stoned Age is a blog I recently started reading and boy is it full of random yet brilliant philosophical musings and meanderings on the topic of drug use whilst under the influence. The writer has my two cents of encouragement to continue and keep going and keep going strong and long, strong and long as long as you feel you are in control says my guilty conscience afraid that I may help push him overboard if I may be as brash as to assume my influence has the power to do so.
Nervous ticks attack us all and the Desease's superhero that is me looks like some sort of deranged psychologist absorbed in creating illuminous hypnotics by the wiggling about of these strange gadgets that I possess in my hands. Yes I think I will be a villain. It is more fun. But I won’t kill people; no I am a thinker not a fighter.
For those of you who did not make it to the last open mic you do not know what you missed and if you want to find out what you missed please go to Indi’s blog and watch this video or type wagon park on youtube and check their stuff out. Simply brilliant and if I may say so I think this is another truly original Sri Lankan rock artiste that we are witnessing here folks a very very rare breed.
I did an interview on pakspectator as requested by them and also promised to publish a link to it but I’d have done it anyway ‘cos I’m a bit of a narcissistic blahbarian they took my Word document and copy pasted it without any edits at all much to my chagrin. But my usual tpyos were missing thanks to it being typed on MS word and its auto correct facility or whatever saved me and all Sri Lankans from eternal embarrassment of not being apparently able to spell simple words.
I will conclude with this video that Ravana posts. Go to youtube and check the rest of Aunty Netta’s stuff out it would be wrong to say I died laughing because I am typing this post telling you about my near death experiences laughing.