Beating police repression after the student occupation

Beating police repression after the student occupation

This is the piece which led to the Fitwatch website being suspended – please circulate spartacus style

The remarkable and brilliant student action at Millbank has produced some predictable frothing at the mouth from the establishment and right wing press. Cameron has called for the ‘full weight of the law’ to fall on those who had caused tens of thousands of pounds of damage to the expensive decor at Tory party HQ. Responsibility is being placed on ‘a violent faction’, after the march was ‘infiltrated’ by anarchists.
There are an encouraging number of intiatives to show solidarity with the arrested students – something that is vital if they are to avoid the sort of punitive ‘deterrent’ sentences handed out to the Gaza demonstrators. A legal support group has been established and the National Campaign against Cuts and Fees has started a support campaign. Goldsmiths lecturers union has publicly commended the students for a ‘magnificent demonstration’ .
This is all much needed, as the establishment is clearly on the march with this one. The Torygraph has published an irresponsible and frenzied ‘shop-a-student’ piece and the Met are clearly under pressure to produce ‘results’ after what they have admitted was a policing ‘embarrassment’.

51 people have been arrested so far, and the police have claimed they took the details of a further 250 people in the kettle using powers under the Police Reform Act. There may be more arrests to come.

Students who are worried should consider taking the following actions:

If you have been arrested, or had your details taken – contact the legal support campaign. As a group you can support each other, and mount a coherent campaign.

If you fear you may be arrested as a result of identification by CCTV, FIT or press photography;

DONT panic. Press photos are not necessarily conclusive evidence, and just because the police have a photo of you doesn’t mean they know who you are.
DONT hand yourself in. The police often use the psychological pressure of knowing they have your picture to persuade you to ‘come forward’. Unless you have a very pressing reason to do otherwise, let them come and find you, if they know who you are.
DO get rid of your clothes. There is no chance of suggesting the bloke in the video is not you if the clothes he is wearing have been found in your wardrobe. Get rid of ALL clothes you were wearing at the demo, including YOUR SHOES, your bag, and any distinctive jewellery you were wearing at the time. Yes, this is difficult, especially if it is your only warm coat or decent pair of boots. But it will be harder still if finding these clothes in your flat gets you convicted of violent disorder.
DONT assume that because you can identify yourself in a video, a judge will be able to as well. ‘That isn’t me’ has got many a person off before now.
DO keep away from other demos for a while. The police will be on the look-out at other demos, especially student ones, for people they have put on their ‘wanted’ list. Keep a low profile.
DO think about changing your appearance. Perhaps now is a good time for a make-over. Get a haircut and colour, grow a beard, wear glasses. It isn’t a guarantee, but may help throw them off the scent.
DO keep your house clean. Get rid of spray cans, demo related stuff, and dodgy texts / photos on your phone. Don’t make life easy for them by having drugs, weapons or anything illegal in the house.
DO get the name and number of a good lawyer you can call if things go badly. The support group has the names of recommended lawyers on their site. Take a bit of time to read up on your rights in custody, especially the benefits of not commenting in interview.
DO be careful who you speak about this to. Admit your involvement in criminal damage / disorder ONLY to people you really trust.
DO try and control the nerves and panic. Waiting for a knock on the door is stressful in the extreme, but you need to find a way to get on with business as normal. Otherwise you’ll be serving the sentence before you are even arrested.

Thee fall ov man

Growing up watching you get thee worst from thee worst, never finding your way out ov it, your life is accursed, one new idea forward, but your wisdom is reversed, blinded by thee visions but not seeing their worth, tearing down spirit and stamping on our pride, always defending when we fight for our rights, stopping all our futures by stepping on thee flow, how can we grow?, E ask you how can we grow?, we are not children anymore, don’t you know?, we wanna move as we like, we wanna choose how we go, smoke a little, healing potion, but you always say no, now you know its no crime, yeah you know its no crime, simple truths and simple lives, easy on thee pressure and crazy in thee eyes, part ov thee cultural history ov thee tribes, that lived all over this land, now this you must understand, but you pretend you don’t hear, you pretend we’re not here, you build more walls with your fear, this is so totally clear, and so despite all your claims, we know you’re lost and insane, you got lost in your own game, you cant remember your name, and it is we who see all, without us you will fall, so time to follow our fate and ignore all you create, because we treat how we find, and you are not ov our kind, and you are not ov our time, you are nowhere in sight, like a bad dream mainlined, just a moment sublime, and our flag still flies, yes our flag still flies, we are made ov stronger stuff, cause we were made to survive, you can trace our spirit back to our ancestors times, round and round we go, never captured or destroyed, through thee ages with thee sages, we keep sailing across thee void, lighting fires, dancing circles, in thee trees and under stars, from thee valleys to thee mountains, down thee rivers we flow far, always connected and in tune with thee world, beneath this façade, yes beneath this façade, you will never defeat this feeling that we have, thee circle is unbroken, though sometimes you make us sad, but our family is our strength and our bloodlines so entwined, that we will always be, yes we will always be, so we watch you banging your own head against thee wall, and you never hear thee call, you hear nothing here at all, and they say thee fall ov man has cursed us all, was he pushed or did he fall?, were we pushed or did we fall?, or were we just banging our heads on our walls?, were we just banging our heads on thee wall? (E hear nothing at all!)
(31/7/10)

Apart at thee seams

Apart at thee seams

And thee world keeps turning as thee prophecies rise,
Seeing things E never thought, E would see with my own eyes,
Capitalism crumbling like the walls ov Jericho,
Earthquakes and flooding bring the future, here we go,
Thee forces ov oppression try so hard to stop thee change,
But this wind’s powered by nature, it is she who rearrange,
Corrupt politicians just don’t know what to do,
As their violent police force pins thee blame on me and you,
Why don’t they let go? For thee flow will strike them down
If you don’t move with it, it will remove your crown
Because it was written, to come to an end,
And before us all now thee future portends,
Yes it feels like thee world is coming apart at thee seams,
But it’s just thee realisation ov all ov our dreams,
For we are thee dreamers, thee changers ov things,
We envisioned a levelling; we grew our own wings,
They said that thee weak should inherit thee earth,
For we are its treasure, we are its worth,
We are thee countries, we are thee law,
We are thee judges, we are thee war,
We are thee speakers ov all that is true,
So forget all they said now and listen to you
Yes it feels like thee world is coming apart at thee seams,
But it’s just thee realisation ov all ov our dreams,
Yes it feels like thee world is coming apart at thee seams,
But it’s just thee realisation ov all ov our dreams.
(6/05/10)

only one solution......

reclaim the streets 3....now do it!!!!

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watch you fool

Watch you fool

E was searching for thee answers, trying to work out who E am, reflecting on thee timelines ov thee past, where it began, starting with thee worst riot London had ever seen, which followed from acid underground through punk in thee seventies, then joined that warehouse ecstasy which met thee outside tribes, thee collaborations sent shockwaves, through everybody’s eyes, reverberated through mayday’s which began against thee bill, to stop thee tribes ascending from thee valleys to thee hills, but yes we made some fucking noise, and yes it changed our lives, forever we are in thee flow that tears apart thee lies, running down that motorway, we danced where we should not, and thee freedom we were feeling was always bigger than your god, and how we laughed at thee stock exchange, as thee windows ov your world, were smashed like shiny butterflies as thee banners were unfurled, can’t you see that this is a movement that will never go away, as newer generations pass thee torch in their own days, thee dragon she will rise again, fly high and burn your ground, for secret are thee answers? No they’ve already been found, collaborate and celebrate, new dreams in ancient waves, fight thee wrongs with all your rites to bring about thee change, we don’t respect a government that works against our hope, we wont bow down to religions that tie us down with what they wrote, we do not recognize a monarchy that doesn’t come from our blood lines, is separate from our world, and alien to our kind, we are descendants ov thee forest, people who walked within this land, who see what you have done to our sacred earth with your own hands, these gifts you have been given, we demand you give them back, they were a transient economy, and you stabbed us in thee back, we do much better without your help, our togetherness is our wealth, your time here is truly done, we are natures only sons, and daughters ov thee moonlight gaze, our history on every page, each one, teach one, reach a hundred, everything you are you’ve plundered, and everything we see is ours, by right, by birth, we hold thee power, shared amongst us one and all, we are here….to watch you fall. (29/08/07)

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Live Before You Die from Dreamtime Film on Vimeo.

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On thee path ov thee ancients

On thee path ov thee ancients

Walking here beneath thee arms, stretched out above my head, the quietest place you can find these days, where most is left unsaid, following trails left undisturbed forever and a day, the guardians watch and from every tree, and guide me along the pagan way, for here is where the animals prey, most humans just look away, separate from thee barbed wire fence, on the path ov thee ancients, E am on thee path ov thee ancients, as E gently tread where angels fear, in a natural hallucination sphere, the world around just comes alive, elders gaze upon my form, from every tree a being formed, a fox walks slowly right past me, the woodpecker hammers thru my dream, and in my heart E hear a song, from distant times ago so long, for here is where thee animals prey, most humans just look away, separate from thee barbed wire fence, on thee path ov thee ancients, E am on thee path ov thee ancients, E can feel a change so deep inside, but it’s been in me for all my time, and now it’s woken E feel renewed, know where E am and who is who, feel at one with thee animals too, know exactly what E have to do, leave thee modern world behind, it don’t sit well within my mind, for they are cruel and E am kind, it has been this way for all ov time, they are lost and E am fine, E am just they are thee crime, for they have never took thee time, and they have never seen thee signs, that are right in front ov their bloody eyes, for here is where thee animals prey, most humans just look away, separate from thee barbed wire fence, on thee path ov thee ancients, E am on thee path ov thee ancients, go take a look and you may see, what ancient eyes have always seen, it is not found in holy books, or hymns ov heavens and shepherds crooks, it is something they never took, it is thee crown ov all thee kingdoms look, thee faces are around us all, in every living thing a call, to guide you back to thee promised land, thee only place we can understand, just what it is to be a man, and live in essence with natures plan, in thee home of shelter’s free, where we can all be what we be, try to see what E have seen, hands outstretched to all the beings, for here is where thee animals prey, most humans just look away, separate from thee barbed wire fence, thee only place it all makes sense, on thee path ov thee ancients. (23/03/10)

sds in the yre in welling 1993

http://www.guardian.co.uk/uk/video/2010/mar/14/undercover-police-mi5-scotland-yard

Gangsters in McDonalds

Gangsters in McDonalds

Are you dizzy blood? Are you looking at me, well im making the effort for attention you see, cause its cold tonight and E got nowhere to go, and E am drawn to this place, in thee yellow arch glow, yeah E am out for trouble, cause nobody cares, and no one can stop me cause nobody dares, cause theres 5 of us and we like to make noise, and we rule this town just me and my boys, yeah we are thee bad men, we are evil and tough, gangster’s in McDonalds, fucking serious, thee feds they keep check on me, asbo’s my middle name, everyone knows E got respect, E am in thee tagging hall ov fame, my scrawls on bus stops, and down all thee alleys, and no places take bravery or skill, art or talent, cause E don’t wanna get caught, my dad will knock me out, like he did when I was five, when E set fire to my house, but E don’t give a fuck anyways, cause he aint really my dad, just another of my mums boyfriends, he’s the seventh dad E have had, shut up man you know E am safe, E act tough round girls, and you know E aint fake, well my clothes maybe but E am a walking advert, cause labels are important, cause they show what E am worth, cause E am a bad man, and E rule all your town, gangster in McDonalds, E aint fucking about, my phones got sick videos, E play dem all day, E talk like E am from Jamaica, E might go there one day, not that E know any, but E saw one way back when, but his name was really Kenneth, and he never was my friend, so E know E seem a mystery, a catalyst of sorts, in my sportswear hoodie, in my fake Nike shorts, but E will never show my loneliness, E will chat shit to you instead, E will never reveal my purpose, cause that’s something E just don’t get, E aint got no politic or rebellion on thee cards, E am thee saddest pointless waste of space but E can do my best to look hard, because E am a bad man, E am evil and tough, E am one of thee gangsters in McDonalds, and my life is fucking serious, yeah my life is fucking serious, please notice me, E am lost, E don’t get what’s going on, what am E supposed to do? Chat shit, have a laugh, then what, help me, my life is numb, how did E ever end up like this? E don’t know what E want or why? E just need someone to love me, like everyone does, maybe E will find love in McDonalds, or maybe E can get a job there? Then my life will have meaning, and E might get a girlfriend, what is love anyway? and has it got a ringtone? (1/3/10)

E see you!

there is a lot ov talk ov thee coming insurrection!!

http://tarnac9.wordpress.com/texts/the-coming-insurrection/

more on the greek revolution

Greek rebels
In thee shadow ov thee acropolis, thee struggle has intensified, thee scum police, thee nouveau rich, and already yes some have died, listen to thee slogans ov thee insurrection, merry crisis and a happy new fear, fascist state you are deaf to thee people, only the gallows await you here, kill thee cop inside you, take to thee streets, revolt, revolt, billions for thee banks, bullets for thee children, everything that happens is your own fault, thee hooded ones have come to take what is theres by right and fight, for thee memory of Alex who was martyred by thee strife, letting beauty bloom from thee blood, hold your head up and see thee sky, as time goes on, it wont go slow, and thee fires will burn all night, keeping heads high, kiss your fist and try, in thee glory ov exarchia, they can and will control their lives in thee movement ov anarchia, chaos is not disorder it is an empty space to be occupied, to lay thee silver egg from which Eros grew, in nosotros the black flag flies, in an assertion ov dignity, a statement ov presence, we are here, we are here, thee uprising menace, in thee civil war that never goes away, risking their liberty on every day, drenched in tear gas from Israel, keeping their community out ov thee jails, rebellion against thee tyranny, we are not included in their democracy, disarm thee police and make thee government resign, this is our world for fucks sake, and this is our fucking time, for konstantina and Alex, koukouloforoi and thee AEK, with thee revolutionary struggle from November thee seventeenth, and thee sect ov revolutionaries more coming every week, the struggle may be long but thee struggles going on, in thee shadow of thee acropolis a banner hangs defiant, in every different language, you cannot buy our silence, rebel, rebel, rebel, rebel. (26/02/10)

read background here:-

http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2009/feb/22/civil-unrest-athens

valley ov stars

Valley ov stars
Thee beauty ov nature in thee place where thee stars fell, thee caves ov thee spices in thee land where thee sea dwelled, thee wind through thee spires makes a strange migrant sound, in this magickal valley where thee light hit thee ground, and E meet with a stranger who somehow knew my name, and thee spirit ov knowing in a glance was to blame, taught me mystical pathways intertwined in stories, what a vivid description searching for mysteries, for these tales ov thee ancients wrapped around my being, and at thee sunset E saw that belief was seeing, as thee sand at my feet came alive with thee light, which had come from thee sky in past centuries night, when celestial riders dropped like rain in this place, descended like chariots that had come from deep space, and deposited power and energized stone, that remains here forever to be found when alone, and thee strangeness was welcomed to be mentioned at last, thinking E was thee only in thee valley ov stars, but it’s thee path ov thee seeker ov incredible things, that creates magick here now and can make thee hills sing, like thee serpents ov water drilling places ov power, where thee sky kissed thee land and erected thee towers, as thee wind passes through me and touches all that is here, where thee fire burns brightest and thee truth is sincere, with thee beauty ov nature in thee place where they fell, in thee caves and thee spices, in thee land where she dwelled, as she breathes through thee spires and her voice becomes sound, in this magickal valley where thee light hit thee ground. (22/2/10)

“The English people believes itself to be free; it is gravely mistaken; it is free only during election of members of parliament; as soon as the members are elected, the people is enslaved; it is nothing. In the brief moment of its freedom, the English people makes such a use of that freedom that it deserves to lose it.”
~ Jean-Jacques Rousseau (French philosopher and writer whose novels inspired the leaders of the French Revolution, 1712-1778)

“Real change comes about not because we vote for it, but because we fight for it, shout for it, work for it. Placing hopes and fears on who holds power, or who will gain power through voting, is wasting time which might be spent in creating alternatives, both for ourselves and for our communities.”
~ Chumbawamba, 1987

david cameron and thee tory boot boys can do one!!

pound ov flesh

Pound ov flesh

Gale force wind and severe rainstorms in Tenerife, more dead soldiers in Afghanistan, freak twisters tearing up Queensland farms, thee ammo's running out for thee Taliban, thee dalai lama visits obama, thee Chinese note put out ov joint, Israeli secret service assassinate in Dubai, with British passports, no proof no point, this is just one day in thee media minefield, doing all they can to manipulate me, lies and half truths and deliberate rumours, they take their pound ov flesh and sleep soundly, a US plane crashes into thee taxman, there’s fears that Iran have a nuclear plan, a NATO strike kills with friendly fire, another suicide bomber goes off in Iraq, in Haiti thee missionaries kidnapping children, thee top UN climate official just resigned, armed robber with no jury goes on thee run in London, and they're trying to divert me with thee Olympic signs, can't stand no more in this media brainwash, they're sucking thee intelligence out ov me, lies and half truths all deliberate rumours. they take their pound ov flesh and sleep well it seems, and up in outer space they walk on thee space station, putting all their effort in tranquillity nodes, polishing and priming a million cameras, so nowhere on earth can we call alone, eyes in thee sky from these new age watchers, who somehow have to know what we all now do, as everybody fights over new technologies, are you spying on me now or am E spying on you? Just another day in thee media blackout, throwing out a blanket ov conformity, stealing all we own while we stand and watch them, they take their pound ov flesh and sleep well it seems. (18/02/10)

Secret diary ov an anarchist

E used to prepare for protests by listening to thee A team by conflict, it put you in thee mood for action and you would be gagging for it by thee time you got to thee meeting point. E always wore dark clothes with a black scarf tied around my face to protect my identity, a black zip up hoody is always good and if you tie thee black scarf right you can get a padded knot at thee back ov thee neck which protected me from a baton strike many a time. Gloves are handy too, no fingerprints on missiles you may launch and no fingerprints if there’s a chance for a bit ov community shopping, more commonly known as looting. Don’t underestimate thee power ov marbles, a bag ov marbles can do a lot of damage, you can throw handfuls into thee path ov charging riot policemen and E have seen them go over if they get them under their feet, plus E have smashed police van windows with one well aimed marble, with big cheers from my fellow protestors to boot. Keep moving when you are in thee crowd, don’t get trapped in by thee filth, be aware ov their movements and always go to work when you have at least two minimum ways to escape, always keep an eye out behind where thee scuffles are occurring, they do like to send in snatch squads from behind, remember they are dying to get their filthy hands on you, but they wont chance it if you stay with thee group and keep moving also be aware ov when thee numbers are shrinking and leave before there are too little left to defend, because thee filth suddenly get well brave when they have that advantage and will press home on thee ones that are left and most ov that lot will not be up for toe to toe fist fights, they will be too fluffy to defend themselves, and would rather shout “shame on you” with their fucking hands in thee air when thee filth come wading in, they will take a battering because ov that. E got no time for this Buddhist style protesting, plus they’ll be thee first to blame us for thee police’s actions and what do you call people like that? Collaborators E call ‘em, E mean look how well they do when we are not there to defend thee protest from thee filth, E mean… like the filth are ever gonna prosecute their own kind, that makes me fucking laugh, thee police are scum and always will be, think ov ‘Em as kiddie fiddling racists and you are still being far too polite about thee cunts, fuck being nice to ‘em, make ‘em scared ov you or they will at some point start beating thee shit out ov you for no reason at all, as soon as thee order has been given and they have gathered as much intelligence as they can, they will try to take control ov thee situation because they are robots and want you to obey thee law, no matter what, but eventually they will learn that when we are about en masse, its our fucking street And its time for some payback! They may have thee batons but we have thee marbles and we definitely have thee numbers so we should be all over them, trip them over ands stick thee boot in, take their batons and shields off them, use their own weapons against them, hit and run is thee vibe here! Like boadicea against thee Romans, guerrilla warfare we can win, its always been that way, don’t get drawn into a big battle in thee open, that’s how people get slaughtered, hit and run, stick and move, fucking ave it people, let them know how you fucking feel, take your tensions out on thee real fucking enemy.(19/02/10)

“Those who profess to favour freedom and yet depreciate agitation are people who want crops without ploughing the ground; they want rain without thunder and lightning; they want the ocean without the roar of its many waters. The struggle may be a moral one, or it may be a physical one, or it may be both. But it must be a struggle. Power concedes nothing without a demand; it never has and it never will.”
-Frederick Douglass

“Human history begins with man's act of disobedience which is at the very same time the beginning of his freedom and development of his reason.”-Erich Fromm

“Liberty has never come from the government. Liberty has always come from the subjects of it. The history of liberty is a history of resistance”-Woodrow Wilson

“We hold in our hands, the most precious gift of all: Freedom. The freedom to express our art. Our love, the freedom to be who we want to be. We are not going to give that freedom away and no one shall take it from us!”- Diane Frolov and Andrew Schneider

“If ye love wealth better than liberty, the tranquillity of servitude better than the animating contest of freedom, go home from us in peace. We ask not your counsels or your arms. Crouch down and lick the hands which feed you. May your chains set lightly upon you, and may posterity forget that you were our countrymen.”-Samuel Adams

charly says....

inspirational stuff here!!!

If you are reading this….you are thee resistance

All this confusion from thee ones who claim to look to thee cross, all these soldiers ov thee light, you need new bearings you are lost, clinging on so hard to thee comforts ov thee slave, no courage for thee future, lets just keep it all thee same, which means that you’re accomplices to all that’s getting worse, you trust not one ov your own neighbours honest words, addicted to thee lies E watch you turn thee other cheek, and help thee machines that will tear apart thee weak, you’ve removed yourself from all our communities, we are thee people , we are not thee disease, and you are one ov us, even though you now forget, you condemn your own brothers and your sisters to their deaths, death is what thee machines crave, it is not your own idea, to live in paranoia, live in spite with all this fear, if thee world would stop spinning, and we all fell out into space, you would still not recognize that we all are human race, with each our own ways, to express who we are, to worship and celebrate our life, for we are stars, with thee sun and thee moon and thee earth true trinity, so much realer now than it has ever really been, we’re people in common, not fear of difference, be thee revolution is a need not a request, for we are many in our legions ov love, don’t believe in gods or demons but believe we all are one, and when we are then we all become gods, and we can make our world better without dying on your cross, its astronomy not deities, you think thee world is flat, and you will kill us if we say we just don’t think like that, these stories they are lies to all like a sword makes all enslaved, and take away your power, your respect and your claims, to all thee earth, which is yours by birthright, and with thee strong arm ov greed they have stolen your sight, but listen deep inside, can you feel thee heartbeat, ov your brothers and sisters as they rise to their feet, we are calling you, to thee mother we return, it is not a new beginning, its an ancient way, relearned, time to awaken from this dark world ov sleep, remember how we used to be inside ov thee dream, this is where we all come from and deep in our hearts, its thee things we’ve all been needing since they kept us apart, to put things simply, we are all on thee same side, and to protect each other we must all come alive, not on our knees, life on our feet, as it was in thee start, not on our knees, love on our feet, at least at last. (10/02/10 23:23)

Thee portal ov thee bubbling vortex

E was thinking about consciousness and memory and E wanted to get these ideas down so…E have always thought ov memories as bubbles inside my mind, thousands ov little bubbles ov times and sounds and foods and everything E have ever experienced ever stored away in a massive room ov bubbles and from time to time, a certain piece ov music or a familiar face can make you
re-experience that bubble again like a time machine ov sorts it can take you right back as they say, E have found even when writing , if E read back a certain experience or trip or way E felt for a second there E can re-taste that experience again even thee full on ones when everything went wobbly, are re-taste able so real experience and consciousness are stored in these little bubbles, now thee only thing E need to find out is if other people can taste those bubbles, hear that music, experience thee same consciousness, E find when E read other peoples work that it can happen but ov course only from my imagined perception ov what E thought occurred based on thee information given
But if this is thee case then sharing consciousness and free thought between individuals should be rife, E mean if we were all at this putting your thoughts on thee empty page game what could really be achieved? So come on let me hear your thoughts? Can thee war ov consciousness really be fought on thee empty page?
Thee only thing we have to fear is fear itself
Now some thoughts about portals…because what E have found is that as you meet different circles ov people through life you stay and migrate from one circle to another as you go along some people may stay in your circle longer but inevitably most migrate to other circles before too long, its thee circle ov life thing going on and its all good, E am not complaining about it E like it, what E am trying to get at is there is always someone in thee circle who becomes thee portal to thee next circle, thee doorway through to thee next period ov your life, ov course you can only realise these things after they have happened and having hindsight is a wonderful thing but there have definitely been some major portals in my life which led on to me being who E am, and again like the bubbles thing we use thee same phrase when we meet someone like that from our past a portal from our past, wow you take me back! So portals and bubbles are related to each other they exist in the same transient moments ov consciousness they are real and they are happening around you right now although you cant see that yet because ov passage ov time, thee other thing is sometimes you are instinctively drawn to these people your consciousness demands it and you can tell subconsciously that it is occurring but your conscious brain tries to tell you that it isn’t, don’t believe that conscious side so much that’s thee side that was trained by thee state to ignore this way ov thinking and to get on with being a slave that consciousness is a coward and it shows you nothing ov any real value but it can bring about thee bliss ov total clueless ignorance if you let it, but that path was never for me. Anyways somebody said that Stonehenge was a circle ov doorways and that got me thinking about a circle ov portals, because E have found that if you try and cross from one side to thee other at thee summer solstice then you always come out ov a doorway not opposite where you started no matter how hard you try, because that place when it is energized by people or portals becomes a vortex in the middle and they are not easy to cross, which makes me think if we make circles ov portals together with our friends, then we too can create a vortex, one which is impossible to cross, and this kind of chaotic energy may in fact be more useful in other rituals ov thee mind and energy raising statements ov intent to help free our consciousness and connect our portals to let the bubbles out and reverberate as one big bang, you could start a new universe with that kind ov bubble. So to sum up we are all potential portals, we are all full ov bubbles, and if we all get together we all become gods….ov thee vortex, good times. (08/2/10)

“Thee life-force is not blind…we are”-Austin Osman Spare

For thousands ov years, many thinkers have believed in thee existence ov another world, hidden from our eyes yet beneath our very feet. According to Buddhist doctrine Agharta is a subterranean land located deep within thee centre ov our planet earth. Thee Buddhists believe that millions ov people live within this underground paradise, thee Buddhist religion is one ov thee oldest and most sophisticated in thee world so is thee story ov Agharta nothing more than fable? Or is there truth behind thee legend? As above …so below? Thee hollow earth theory is a mind shattering proposal that there are gigantic holes at thee north and south poles. These polar openings lead to a vast unknown world inside thee centre ov thee earth. Some believers also claim thee earth is honeycombed with a vast network of subterranean tunnels that lead down to thee inner world. Thee access points at thee poles are enormous holes each some 1500 miles across and have allegedly been photographed on several occasions, notably by thee essa 3 and essa 7 satellites in 1967/68. Throughout history mariners have returned home with their astonishing tales ov other worlds. They told ov strange lands, disappearing islands, sea serpents, unchartered land masses and unexplained ocean phenomenon, thee ancients knew thee earth was hollow, they realized that an unwary ships captain could sail his vessel over thee polar rim and down into thee inner earth. E feel this is thee fact behind thee legends ov early ships sailing off thee edge ov thee world. No wonder they thought thee earth was flat, this was an ancient seaman’s fear, slipping off thee edge ov thee world and down into thee unknown void, thee inner earth. To quote Hunter s Thompson “A funny thing about thee edge is…it’s only those who have gone over who know where it is”. There are magnetic aberrations in thee compass as you approach thee poles, if you study thee history ov polar exploration you find that some explorers lost their bearings and returned with stories ov unusual animals, lush plants and mosquitoes where there should be none. Believers claim thee arctic and Antarctic oceans flow into thee interior ov thee hollow earth merging with oceans on thee inside, seven tenths ov thee earths surface is water, seventy percent ov you is water, water is thee source ov all life. Science has never come forth with a satisfactory explanation for thee northern and southern polar lights, aurora borealis and aurora australis, they say these magnificent sky lights are possibly caused by electrical or magnetic storms at thee poles. Believers feel that thee borealis and australis are a reflection ov thee sun in thee interior ov thee earth, light from thee inner sun is emitted through thee polar openings, it bounces off thee earths atmosphere and is reflected back down on thee icy glare ov thee polar regions and we have these unusual lights. E think that thee inner sun is probably a dying star, and to tie it in with religious doctrine, if all thee mentions ov GOD in the bible really relate to thee sun god or RA then perhaps this inner sun relates to thee son ov god myth who was sacrificed or hidden to save us from sin, in fact its amazing how close thee word sun and sin are when you think about it perhaps they both relate to thee inner star? Legends and myths handed down from ancient times often contain important clues about thee interior lands, thee ancients knew there were these underground kingdoms. They listened seriously to accounts of god like creatures, fabled cities ov gold, thee watchers, subterranean tunnel cities and strange animals unknown to thee surface world. We’ve labelled these stories as folklore or mysteries, dismissing thee truths contained within them, yet folklore is thee invisible history ov mankind, think about it, loch ness, Egypt, Tibet, Stonehenge, thee Mayans, strange Neolithic temples, underground cities, sea monsters, dragons and caves, where did they put jesus’ body after thee crucifixion? Into a cave where some days later he is born again now E know this relates to thee sun at thee time ov winter solstice but there are duality’s here, all over it. There are stories ov an enormous cavern in thee lands ov Nubia, tunnels run for many miles under thee mountains, does any man know thee entrance to these tunnels? Travellers from those countries say thee doorways have been hidden, there are thee legendary mines ov old king Solomon, thee riches ov king Solomon’s mines was supposed to have been beyond comprehension yet no traces remain ov where thee thee rare metals were scooped from thee earth! What about Aladdin? Thee seven dwarves? Are all these based on ancient forgotten knowledge or just simply folklore? Tunnels beneath thee sphinx supposedly leading to an underground complex below thee pyramids are currently and secretly being investigated as we speak, occultists have maintained these stories for centuries, all ov mans history has been written down and deposited in vaults below thee pyramids (known as thee hall ov records) and elsewhere across thee globe, so where does that leave us my head spinning readers? Research it yourselves, investigate thee tunnels ov thee earth yourselves, there are plenty of references to Neolithic tunnels and caves here in thee uk and E am sure where you are too, get involved, find out for your self and if you discover something tell everyone!
(originally written for dream creation magazine 23/5/99 Avalon large)

“As he spoke “This is my palace…a light began to glow, and to pervade thee cave, and to obliterate thee stone walls and thee antique hieroglyphics engraved thereon, and to melt thee earthen floor into itself like a fiery sun suddenly up risen within thee world and there was everywhere, a wandering ecstasy ov sound, light and sound were one, light had a voice and thee music hung glittering in thee air. E am Aengus, men call me thee young, E am thee sunlight in thee heart, thee moonlight in thee mind. E am thee light at thee end ov every dream, thee voice forever calling to come away. E am desire beyond joy or tears, come with me….for my palace opens into thee garden ov thee sun””-A.E (George Russel)

Primigravida

Primigravida, love growing within, a new life pure and helpless, a new love beginning, we have formed a new being, from both ov our seeds, such a beautiful baby, all now come true my dreams, and you are my glory, my match and my world, you are more precious than orchids, you are my special girl, and there’s no woman stronger than a woman in love, and thee love you have for me, can’t be rivalled above, can E ever repay you for making me live, there is nothing E won’t do, all E have E will give, because you are my heartbeat, my every breath, my reason for being, a true vision in red, and E am forever in your debt, love is true. (28/11/95)(For Polly)

From thee land beyond beyond

From thee land beyond beyond, thee mists ov time have led me on, for man entangled in a net, ov sleep and dreams not woken yet, this world around so sad and blue, with all there is woven by you, must realize this tragic crime, and face yourself for thee first time, take strength in knowing all is true, and all’s connected now to you, always is always and is forever, away from thee land ov never never, time to dream a better dream, love thee lovers ov all things, for thee mists ov time will lead you on, into thee land beyond beyond, from this land ov endless night guidance comes from wisdoms light, thee circle ov eternal hands, above the clouds beneath thee land, thee fire warms thee waters edge, reflections ov all things unsaid, sight ov all that was unseen, images ov a thousand dreams, hear thee laughter hear thee screams, where all will know what all this means, the one together with every part, unique in every mind and heart ,thee loves lost ancients drive us on, once more thee land beyond beyond, this is where we all must end and return where we come again, the dragon swallows its own tail, we free ourselves from our own jails, we hear what has always remained below the sounds ov modern days, in thee rivers flow thee crest ov waves, thee breaking light ov every ray, thee goddess whispers through thee trees, carried on an endless breeze, touches every one and all, from emerging roots till leaves that fall, singing to remember why, thee earth is gently kissed by sky, worshipped as in ancient ways, to keep producing all our days, if you listen closely hear her song, into thee land beyond beyond, into thee land beyond beyond. (Nov 2001)

In thee club(with polly)

In spiral colours, sound is found, talking circles, round and round, beams ov light,
light up each face, teams ov colours, we embrace, follow thee beat that never ends, total eclipse in laser cold, tribes ov old in dances new, cults and a type ov ritual too, hear thee spirit ov all life, in thee club, in thee club, in thee club, meaty beaty big and bouncy, we smoke hashish by thee ouncey, how manys that? Well who was counting?
Down to thee garage for a late nite outing, poison is taken to thee extreme, in my veins E feel it scream, to thee venom in between, my breasts to thee shaking in my knees, an atmosphere where you breathe, in thee new days so obscene, covering you in creamy cream, fuck sense into our dreams, dream sense into our fucks, is it hard and thick and long, enough, ov course you’re like thee billy goats gruff, where its going thee tough get tough, in shirty dirty skirty stuff, full techno sex is banging love, and binging bonging from above, horizontal dancing makes me cum, of course my finger up your bum, yeah, yeah, yeah, no matter what E do, no matter what E do, it ends up hurting you,, in thee club, in thee club, in thee club, fuck away your tears with thee anarcho funketeeers, fuck away your fears with thee anarcho funketeers, we say fuck everybody, fuck everybody, fuck everybody, fuck everybody, fuck, all for one and one for all, we’re thee anarcho funketeers, E like stork margarine because E have only got one leg, shamanic distribution, interzone promotions, tunes that help you breathe more easily, in thee club, in thee club, in thee club. (lost time zone)

And thee ground it rumbles

And thee ground it rumbles, and it steals away, no warning given, it’s just its way, changing lives forever, destroyer of dreams, I try to reason but there are no means, it shakes thee world and all we created falls, and thee cost it seems is high and cruel, wondering at the unknown justice of fate, I scream for an answer but its too late, our brothers and sisters gone and forlorn, and with all our wisdom we cannot warn, we don’t control our mother its true and I think this message is here for you, cause we’ve tried to tell you, in every way, to treat her gentle on every day, to realise that it is she who decides, who on earth will live and who on earth will die, but these people she’s taking , back to her womb, we miss them dearly they went to soon but they are safer now, away from you, the destroyer of nature, enemies of truth, polluters and corrupters of all that is ours, carving thee planet into pieces of art, saying you own all when you know that you don’t, cheating thee people from their own destiny, destructor ov logic, Armageddon ov dreams, for gold and thee power, all thee hate that e see, architects ov misery, relentless with wars, corrupting like poison, you’re so well off course, and she sees you’re foolish beyond all belief, you are commanders ov nothing, just bringers ov grief, life on a tightrope, hope in thee mire, thee only way out for you, destruction by fire, for you are the cause, of all that is wrong, you imprisoned thee poets and killed off thee songs, you ruined the party and you cant keep thee peace, perpetuators ov hatred, you are sick and diseased, your words don’t mean nothing but death to thee free, you are good friend to no one, you are our enemy, this world isn’t yours it is common for all, you built the lies and yes you built thee walls, we built thee temple with a circle ov doors so all would feel welcome and none would feel lost, while you built a spire that honoured thee one, and started thee killing that to this day still goes on, and all these years later when faced with thee truth you still cant find reason, you still have no proof, but we have each other reflected in her, and we have thee fires and unspoken words, to end our misfortune for letting you be, we are here just to spite you and live anarchy, for it is thee true way to stop all she’s done, she is defending herself from all that is wrong, and we’ve searched and we’ve searched you, but no will is found, to be part ov all people, to find common ground, so time to let her now speak volumes through us, for she is thee leveller and she is our lust, and we strive for thee old ways, and she hears our call, she destroys all the towers and destroys all thee walls, and we only have hope now that she learns ov your deeds and thee next time she comes back it is you that she seeks, there is no where to run to, all you’ve built will collapse, and lets hope you are under, yes under attack, then we can return free, free at last endlessly, for this is thee way that , she wants us to be, so thee ground it will rumble, and she will steal you away and thee earth will be nourished, at last some might say.
(26/01/10)

People should not be afraid of their governments....
Governments should be afraid of their people-v for vendetta

All quiet on thee western front

All quiet on the western front, business as usual for the rich cunts,they’ve eaten your culture, while you were having lunch, It’s all quiet on the western front, its all quiet on the western front, How did this happen so subtle, so complete?, How did the left wing, Retreat in defeat?, There was a time there midst thee chaos, midst thee fun When they were retreating and we had them on the run, I know we’ve grown up some with families of our own, With digital lifestyles and internet phones, But they’ve drawn us all in to a difficult life, We’ve become what we hated, controlled and inside,
Remember thee old days? Outside and free We did what we wanted; we did what we pleased, The pathway was open, thee world was our plan, To set things in motion, to take back our land, To protest and party, and dance in thee streets, We were the cure but we’ve become diseased, Nobody comes out to set the world right, To pull down the system, and set them alight, They have just waited and they are still there, Is that now our future? Where nobody cares? Or can you still feel it, like a spark deep inside, Thee roar of rebellion, thee power of tribes, So let out those feelings, for they are thee truth, They are your reason, they are your proof, That you are a free mind and this is YOUR world, No bastards gonna tell me, for these are my words, Together remember, under thee skies, Away from thee corrupt, away from thee lies, fuck up thee system, and fuck their control, this life is like heroin, we’re trapped in a hole, take my hand, come on out, and remember our goals, ‘cause it aint gonna happen unless you are all there, we need you to stand with us,’ cause this is our home. Thee whole of thee country, and all of thee folk, these streets we all walk on, are part of our selves, so how did we let it, descend into hell, teach the new cultures, that we’re on their side, pick up thee stragglers and take all on thee ride, to take back our country from heartless, sick fools, and make a new country, without any rules, like it was back in history, like it was meant to be, before the computer, before thee TV, when fires were open, and water ran free, breathing in fresh air and walking thee earth, for this is our people, and this is our birth. (2008)

Enviro-mental

All ov a sudden, it’s hip to be green, you say you know ov CFC’s, but you don’t know what it means, you say you’re ozone friendly, but you don’t know where it is, and E bet you trendy bastards don’t put your litter in thee bin, ‘cause everybody’s gone enviro-mental, suddenly your planet has become your temple, but what ov thee years where you just weren’t aware, you can’t repair thee damage done when you didn’t care, there’s ozone friendly aerosols, but still you drive your car, without lead-free petrol, well hypocrisy’s gone far, they’re still chopping down thee forests, they’re still breaking thee chain, more chemicals in tap water, than E have in my brain, go green you say, it’s so hip to be green, but what ov all thee pollution, you wash down your sink? Thee seas are like a sewage works, thee fish have all gone, can you hear thee reasoning E state in this song? If you’re gonna be green, be totally green, we aint won half thee battle and we’ve run out ov steam, we’ve gotta stop this “destruction to make a quick buck” if you’re putting money first, then you don’t give a fuck, enviro, enviro-mental, enviro, enviro-mental, enviro, enviro-mental, now it’s so, so elemental.
(1989)

I have a statement for thee new generations….what are you gonna fucking do about it? You have the internet, you mostly have jobs and a reasonable lifestyle but the problems of the world?...what are you gonna fucking do about it? You go to Glastonbury, corporate whore fayre that it has become, you smoke a little weed, do the odd pill and a bit of Charlie, while teenagers get life sentences for murdering each other with knives and blowing houses up with home made bombs….what are you fucking gonna do about it? You live in this street, in this community in this country, in this world but you fucking do nothing, like it has nothing to do with you, like it is not your responsibility, but it is….this is your generation, it is not mine, it is yours….so what are you fucking gonna do about it? Voting changes nothing, not voting changes nothing, your pc changes nothing, your DVD player changes nothing, your mp3 player changes nothing, your music changes nothing and challenges nothing, your party’s change nothing, your lifestyle changes nothing….so what are you fucking gonna do about it? Do you think it’s gonna change on its own? It fucking aint, you gotta motivate it to happen, you gotta kick against the pricks, push it, force it, smash it and destroy it, they’re so happy with you, the do nothing generation, you’re just a bunch of slaves with ignorant smiles, while people get fucked over right in front of you and you laugh and think its nothing, this is your generation….it is not nothing…..so what are you fucking gonna do about it? Don’t stab each other stab the bastards who made you like this , don’t blow each other up blow up the fucking bastards who put you in this open fucking prison we all live in, don’t fight each other, unite and fight them, they’ve got the guns but we’ve got reservations? No we’ve got thee fucking numbers so turn on them, bite thee corporate hand that feeds, burn em down, fuck em up, what the fuck have they ever done for you? Since day one they have been conspiring against you, working against you, blinding and stifling you, stopping you from becoming what you should already have become, they’re fucking executioners…..so what are you fucking gonna do about it? Destroy the ivory tower of thee rich, break the hands of anyone who puts their hands upon you in the name of law, pull down the temples of religious intolerance, become what you should have become, free people in a free world, messengers of a new generation, the future.(2008)

Shadowman

Now we’ve both taken a trip but you’re class is still showing through, why do you wanna be part ov me? When E ain’t no part ov you, why do you put yourself on a pedestal? To make yourself equal to me? You’ve gone back to playing that game again; don’t you think that E can see? You’re nothing more than my shadowman, you can’t get any closer than this, just a two dimensional figment, you know you don’t exist, your life is like a Xerox machine ‘cause you want what E have got, you’ll never be thee same as me ‘cause you’ve never had to rot, you’re arrogance fucking winds me up, do you think that E don’t know? You’re carbon copy ain’t original, and from a copy you can’t grow, you’re ignorance always let’s you down, E can always smell your lies, with me my truth is reality, not a dream behind false eyes, your life must be so boring man, if this is how you have to live, but thee buck stops here for you my friend, we will never heal this rift, You’re nothing more than my shadowman, you can’t get any closer than this, just a two dimensional figment, you know you don’t exist. (Lost time zone)

Thee game plan

Into that turmoil ov confusion rode thee five hundred, brainwashed and bleeding with no care for thee earth, killing and being killed in someone else’s war, “Don’t know why E do it, ‘spose its gotta be done, ‘cause E am so damned patriotic” a sexist, racist pig, “We’ll get that second Hitler, because he’s evil, E know he is, because he wont let us celebrate xmas and he’s a murderer, and uses chemical weapons, if we let him get away with this he’ll be invading England next, and then we’ll be ruled by a fascist dictator, and we’ll have to queue for bread and lose our freedom” Wake up you blind fools, you’re just pawns in thee game, selfish ideals and power greed, our country’s just thee same, , they’re all Christian Muslim fascists in one way or another, no matter what they call their god, and what do you call yours? Thee man with no name? And you talk ov evil devil’s but you just don’t know what it means, your limited perception is thee key to all these schemes, you’ve never had your freedom and none ov us ever will, unless you stop your voting and put down your gun, don’t kill for them, you’re as guilty as thee instigator, if you refuse this plea, because thee time will come, for thee freedom drum, to beat out thee victory, why does your god have no name? Why does your love have no truth? Why does your life have no freedom? Why does your church stand for torment? Why do you die for your sins? What to you is a sin? Something against thee rules? Rules are made to be broken. (Ignorant fools in Kuwait)(1990)


“Truth, in matters of religion, is simply the opinion that has survived.”-Oscar Wilde

My way or thee high way

Well here we have thee paradox ov thee answer to thee ultimate question, how do we enforce a fair and just society without leaders and a military dictatorship? Because most ov us know that leaderless control is thee only way forward to save us from thee likes ov Hitler, Stalin, Bush and their robotic cronies, how do we achieve this state ov liberty? Well obviously we have to remove thee current world leaders by any means necessary but then what? How do we decide? A vote? Votes can be rigged, a global Internet consortium? Well that can be rigged too it seems that thee only way to ensure a global anarchy is to force it too happen, but does that lead us into fascism? Nietzsche said “"For the man who sets out to fight a monster, look to it that he himself does not become a monster." Roughly translated as, how do you destroy thee monster but not become thee monster itself? and that is thee paradox you see, surely it is better to force a liberating form ov control than an unliberating one, and if thee people involved are liberating people then it can happen and has happened but some ego based fascist individuals always try to turn it into some form ov race bloodbath, and this cannot happen again, kill thee fascists where they stand seems to be thee answer, its always thee same narrow minded arseholes too scared ov a global community, they fear it because they cant exploit it, they can’t divide it and they can’t control it, which ov course that is what they fear thee most, these are those kids at school who hated to share anything, quietly in thee corner hating everyone, with no just reason other than they were too scared to join in, too scared to live, we must breed a diverse global community because that is what it is, empower thee individual, vive le difference, smash this robotic facsimile culture, it has been tried and it has failed, uniformity is a joke, chaos is thee answer, with a million different faces, all ov them smiling, with love in their hearts, and freedom in their minds, stop anyone who tries to control your freedom or anybody else’s freedom, teach thee ignorant who thee real enemy is, police yourselves because thee police can’t fucking police themselves they are a fucking joke, nothing but thee tools ov thee businessman, and enemies ov freedom, politicians are only in it for thee money for fucks sakes, learn this now and never fucking trust them, ever, thee answer to thee paradox you see is that it’s my way or thee high way, organise….here’s thee rest ov our lives. (12/04/07)

“Everywhere one seeks to produce meaning, to make the world signify, to render it visible. We are not, however, in danger of lacking meaning; quite the contrary, we are gorged with meaning and it is killing us.”-Jean Baudrillard

“Disobedience, in the eyes of any one who has read history, is man's original virtue. It is through disobedience that progress has been made, through disobedience & through rebellion.”-Oscar Wilde

Capitalism gives oppurtunities in life...anarchy gives life

Ice woman

E am pushing for her scene, to change from white, E wanna see her, faintly shown in white, E have seen her through, thee drapes ov snow, her pure white ways, ooh E have gotta go, E gotta get her, soon to thaw, so come and open up, that ice cold door, she’s gonna come, and freeze on me, her icicle delightness, is mine to see, she’s thee ice woman, and fine so fine, she’s got me going, out ov my mind, she beckons me, with baited breath, her ice cold kiss, will freeze me to death, waiting, waiting for a sign, waiting, waiting for a sign, waiting for a sign ov spring, when thee waters flow, out ov thee mouth, ov her river, as thee world comes alive, as thee world comes alive, E am into her time, and E wait for her sign, ov fullness, and E drink deep, ov her river, and she keeps me alive, in her purest sunlight, melting away, all thoughts ov dark stillness, now coming alive, in her river ov love, in her reign ov her making, in her crystals ov soul, drown me in completion, ov her cycle ov being, flow from thee mountains, through thee valleys ov flesh, in her eyes E am humble, in my eyes she is power, and mutual visions imbibe, as E wait for her sign, waiting, waiting for a sign, waiting, waiting for a sign, waiting, waiting for a sign, waiting, waiting for a sign, in her perfect design, E am born as all are born, ov a woman, thee ice woman. (1986)

Love flow

LOVE thee spirit, let it FLOW through you, NOW stop dreaming, thee time ov thee dreaming is over, WELCOME in thee NEW DAWN, we are discontent with this mismanaged form ov control, it is taking us nowhere new, they are stopping us from our NATURAL right TO EVOLVE, you CAN’T STOP THEE FUTURE, it is everywhere, and it is everything, thee more you try to suppress it, thee bigger THEE CHANGE WILL BE, OPEN YOUR EYES and see THEE TRUTH, we were BORN to be TOGETHER, we have learned to LIVE TOGETHER, for all time is OURS TO TAKE, so lets take it together, KEEP IT TOGETHER, hold on to what is OUR WORLD, TAKE responsibility for our ACTION, light thee fires ov CHANGE at last, THEE WORLD is all we have, all we will ever have, FOR GENERATIONS to come, wake thee sleeping giant, chop down thee old dead tree, spring beckons THEE NEW SHOOTS to rise, to FACE THEE SUN and remember, that WE ARE ALIVE, and TOGETHER we have power, apart we have POWER, ALL WE NEED
Thee message has been sent, THEE TIME IS NOW, wake up your sleepy heads, get your mother fucking spirit out ov bed, STOP FUCKING AROUND with meaningless mind warps, STOP WASTING TIME discussing fictional nonsense, THIS IS THEE REST OV OUR LIVES we are living like this, UNITE NOW AND BREATHE in the air ov thee new revolution, BRING EVERYONE IN to take back our future, WARRIORS OV THEE NEW SOUND, this is what we have BEEN WAITING FOR YOU to recognize, that we are all BROTHERS AND SISTERS in this land ov discontent, that WE HAVE THEE POWER to decide what will be, that WE CAN TAKE CONTROL ov our streets, and LIBERATE FOR ALL, fuck their consumerist bullshit existence, fuck their wars on revolution, fuck their money obsessed world, BURN THEE FIRES ov vengeance, set thee record straight, TEAR IT DOWN and DANCE LIKE YOU MEAN IT, our TIME IS NOW, RISE and fall ov CONTROL, it is a REALITY crescendo, we just have to MAKE IT HAPPEN, believe in BELIEF, it IS ALL WE NEED. (12/03/07)

Deep hell

There ain’t no hell below, this is as deep as it gets, There ain’t no hell below, this is as deep as it gets, There ain’t no hell below, this is as deep as it gets, and thee buck stops here, E never knew no happiness, E only knew thee pain, my life is one big battle and E am breaking from thee strain, E will never get to taste heaven before my chosen time has come, so E will rot here in my self pity until thee battles won, E am frustrated with my anguish, E am sick ov being alive, E know that life’s much better when you reach thee other side, when E get high E am happy ‘cause E am not here on this earth, but you have to comedown sometime and thee comedown is thee worst, when you’re treated like shit, you act like shit, and shit is what this is, am E thee only one who cares to die than in reality exist? Thee earth is hell ‘cause you never get thee things you dream you want, thee sins have warped this sceptered isle into a sea ov souls, E cry, E scream, E shout at walls, E smash and E destroy, but it doesn’t solve my hang ups, E only do it to annoy, these bastards wont ever get me down, my mind will never change, and on judgement day you fuck ups will understand my rage, There ain’t no hell below, this is as deep as it gets, There ain’t no hell below, this is as deep as it gets, There ain’t no hell below, this is as deep as it gets, and thee buck stops here. (1990)

So what are we gonna do about it?

Pernicious

Trunk billabong, jelly belly, sally armistice, desirable death squad, deadly medley was a rector, his dress was split and green, he had a carcass up his rectum, because he took him to tea with his mince pick minister, find your warthog in your libido, smell thee lemon bollard, bolly, bolly what a dolly and a lump of turd, burnt head baby boogie and we made a Douglas hurd, cinders, cinders burnt and black, pierce my fetid scrotum sack, kiss me Jesus and E will shit in your hair, but don’t worry ‘cause E don’t care, fly, fly in thee sky, up very high with apple pie, ‘cause E will never die, a spoon or a spy? And ask myself why? Should E cry? No E must try, to learn half ov mine and to swim in thee Tyne, and to love Phillip snide and go cricket wide, twenty five years ov spanner parties and spotty botties, hello my lovely sheet ov white cuddlesome, margarine cottage breath, paranoid strangled throttlers in a bath ov suet and E lost my fifteenth finger in a bottleful ov marbles, plastic mottled wheels ov slight blue trim, designed fit snugly in thee elderly craniums, brain damaged snail cars in a crash on thee highway to lemuria, star flight to transcend dogs from earthly bounds by way ov dynamic catalytic diplomacy, pull my turkey knee cap swim, E scream and E fall within, within, amongst and in between thee hybrid heifers ov incandescent nuclear souls, manny, manny, hur, hur, hur many, birth ov birth sample and tightly wrapped for freshness but allow to shrink before distraction and make a custard neutron bomb, let us prey on those with sun readers brains, please, please, please lovely son, son can we play with thee dream machine? No, no, no, no, no, no, no, noooooooo, no flap, tick tock, wild boing soup, kitchen eeza skeeta, noo noo woodpecker, its never me is it? Or is it? Who cares about thee plopping poops and cats cack, E don’t want to play anymore, nor do E, so lets stop this nonsense, it’s so pernicious isn’t it? (1990) (Freeform acid head fuck)

Thee tide (songs ov sea and shore)

My eyes take in, thee sea and shore, thee edge ov time, thee final score, as E watch thee sea, in its endless crime, forever thee same, running out ov time, thee body weightless, upon thee tide, thee only place, where E can die, my mind is flowing, my soul is sinking my body drifts out, E am truly thinking, here E lie now, face down in sand, was once confused, now understand, thee mystery, as old as time, revealed to me, in salt and brine, as dry as sand, yet soaked to skin, my destiny, so damp within, E walk eternity, along thee shore, age old secrets, are through this door, E have escaped, thee reality, E have now found, nightmares and dreams, thee cold bleakness, and thee vast space, forever ocean, E forever chase, thee loneliness, is sinking in, feel my virtues, become sin, my mind is floating, my soul is sinking, my body drifts out, E am truly thinking, is it me now? For a moment, can you see me? Thee real me floating, and it reigns, over me, in this moment, love, like an ocean. (1987)

Thee stone ov truth, thee stone ov hope, thee stone ov point, thee stone ov direction, thee stone ov dreams, thee stone ov thee cause, thee stone ov paradise, thee stone ov life, thee freedom, love, war! Bless me with thee courage to endeavour in my search for freedom, encourage me with proof ov good fortune in my chosen field ov development, help me to remain calm in times ov stress, help me to become strong in decision, and guide me through thee back door into paradise, hear my commands and you may be blessed eternal, blessed be.
Thee scourge ov thee thoughtless, no reason to live, no reason to question, no longing to give, controlled by a great force, who makes mockery, so blind to thee answers, no knowledge to see, so blissfully ignorant, on their road to hell, so hard to convince them, so far have they fell, E long to release them, to release all mankind.
(Lost time zone)

Thee A-team

Well here’s a little story ‘bout some people that know, what it is to be whole, what it is to let go, they’re an inner sanctum, they’re an acidhead team, and they tell ov strange stories, ov thee places they’ve been, there’s an anarchist, a dope head, rebels one and all, there’s a pervert, a wild child, with backs to thee wall, there’s a problem, a solution, a world that needs change, but there’s one united bond, they all get out ov their brains, they dream ov LSD heaven and spite alcohol hell, they hate normality, most people as well, there’s a time for intensity, a time to relax, there’s time for imagination, and there’s time for thee facts, they’ve seen red phone boxes, and thee green in thee sky, white mice on station platforms, circles spinning in eyes, there’s trails and echoes, colours inside their brains, there’s flying saucers, Jesus breathing, and a world that’s insane, they’ve been to fun houses, freak outs, graveyards and parks, they’ve been to see thee bykers and they’ve been blown apart, they’ve been on bus rides, train rides, swings, roundabouts, giant teddy bears and underwear, they’ve been to my house, they’ve met thee crow woman, Elvis, John Lennon ov course, when Lucy’s in my mind, my sister Petal can talk, they’ve been through hot knives, sky high, a nitrate headache, they’ve seen their brains storm, sideways, how much can they take? There’s an anarchist, a dope head, rebels one and all, there’s a pervert, a wild child, with backs to thee wall, there’s a problem, a solution, a world that needs change, but there’s one united bond, they all get out ov their brains, mothra, mothra, mothra, mothra, mothra, mothra, mothra, mothra, mothra, mothra, mothra, mothra, mothra, mothra. (1990)

Drug problem

Well if this country’s got a drug problem, if there’s so much ov this stuff, then you’d better come and show me where, ‘cause E cant buy any drugs, no E cant buy any drugs, no E cant buy any drugs, no E cant buy any drugs, no E cant buy any drugs, well if there’s so much ov this stuff, then tell me where E can get me some? Maybe E just ain’t got thee right crescendo, maybe E just ain’t got thee knack, but E have got to get me some brain squeeze liquid, before E get a reality attack, life’s too short to remain in control, my consciousness needs altered states, if junk is such a widespread disease, then why can’t E get some ov thee cake? E will scream if E have to stay straight much longer, my perceptions just ain’t deep enough, E will make friends with a chemist and get him wasted, and then E will get him to get me some ov that stuff, when you get high, well you can only come down, well E can only come down, if E can just get high, E don’t have to make no questions and answers, E gotta find an elevator to thee sky, Well if this country’s got a drug problem, if there’s so much ov this stuff, then you’d better come and show me where, ‘cause E cant buy any drugs, no E cant buy any drugs, no E cant buy any drugs, no E cant buy any drugs, no E cant buy any drugs, well if there’s so much ov this stuff, then tell me where E can get me some? Thee problem is E just can’t get enough, no addiction, plenty obsession. (1990)

Boredom

Well it’s total, total, nothingness, it’s blank, it hurts my eyes, thee tedium is overpowering, it’d be more ov a laugh if E died, no brain, no smiles, no conversation, only thoughts inside my head, god E hate thee silent torment, E should have stayed in bed, boredom, boredom, boredom, boredom, boredom, boredom, boredom, boredom, boredom, boredom, boredom, boredom, boredom, boredom, boredom, boredom, there’s nothing to do, to keep me here, E don’t know why E stay, don’t get paid lots ov money, there’s gotta be a better way. E light another cigarette, thee most interesting thing all day, E have gotta cut loose from this shit, thee frustration aches again, there’s no one on my level, no one ever understands, no one to talk ov how E feel, E guess no one ever can, do you care about thee real me? Do you know how dumb E feel? Can you appreciate how E have got a lousy fucking deal? Boredom, boredom, boredom, boredom, boredom, boredom, boredom, boredom, boredom, boredom, boredom, boredom, boredom, boredom, boredom, boredom, my kingdom, my kingdom, my kingdom for a trip, my kingdom, my kingdom, my kingdom for a trip, there must be more to life, than boredom. (1990)

Life without complaint

Why do people like to impose their own morals on others? In a free society we would police ourselves and judge ourselves and if no one is being harmed by our own decisions then what thee fuck is it to do with anybody fucking else? E am sick to my back teeth with people trying to take thee moral high ground with me over thee drugs issue because E have children, shut thee fuck up you ignorant wankers, “oh but you smoke pot that cant be good can it?” oh yes it can actually it can be really fucking good as a stress killer and relaxing me into what sometimes can be a trying situation and E can smile my way through with confidence and no guilt whatsoever you fucking Neanderthals, you make me fucking laugh, nobody bats an eyelid if parents have a drink around their children or most even don’t care if parents are smokers or not, “oh yes but its illegal isn’t it” oh so now we get to thee nitty gritty don’t fucking police me you arrogant cunt, you are not thee law! And thee law is an ass anyways! More problems come from alcohol consumption than anywhere else so fucking go into thee pubs and tell them then! And leave me thee fuck alone! It’s bad enough that my freedom is at risk for smoking pot in thee first place, at least you have somewhere to go out and drink with other people, ain’t fucking thee same for me and my friends is it? Which is fucking racism to my culture, and you stand by that do you? Fucking ignorant Nazi cunts! E do not belong to your fucked up moral high ground consumerist shit for brains culture ok! E am different to you! E have my own views that clash with your robotic big brother state bullshit controlling values! Fuck that bullshit! E am my own person, E belong to my own tribe and you are not welcome or needed to make my own decisions for me, E can do that myself unlike you, you shallow stupid fuckwit who cant make a decision on your own, who have never stood up for what you believe, who doesn’t know what thee fuck has been going on over thee last 2000 years without being told, you who hasn’t even fucking woken up yet have thee fucking audacity to tell me what E should be doing in my life! Without looking at thee big nothing that is going on in yours! Fuck you! People in glasshouses shouldn’t throw stones! E have intelligence you know, E know thee facts, E know why they made it illegal you sad cunts and if you did you would be fucking angry as well! They made pot illegal because they couldn’t compete with hemp as a base product for paper and cloth because it was quick to grow and cheap to make, so thee logging barons were involved in making it illegal and then….do you know what those destructive cunts did? They started chopping down all thee forests and trees for their paper industry which has gotten into all this trouble environmentally only 60 years later, people have smoked pot for centuries and nobody ever said lets cut down all thee trees did they? These are thee cunts who have been systematically destroying our world and you…well you are on their fucking side you blind fools! Helping them, aiding them, abetting them in their rush to mass destruction! So forgive me if E see you lower than dog shit but that is what you are, so leave me thee fuck alone, and fuck off and carry on with your ignorant excuse for reality which helps no one and gives nothing back to this beautiful planet which has given you and your ancestors thee most precious gift ov all, life without complaint, and you should remember that.
She is waiting, she is waiting, she is waiting for her children to remember to return.
(31/012007)