there!

desire, i am mad with desire, desire alone could kill me right now, this is not funny, this is not beatiful, this is not sublime. add to the suffering, i would have my brains tattooed with psychodelicious monkeyfood wideskulled, rather than this lack of something. rant...

somnia, terrores magicos, miraculas, sagas,
nocturnos lemures, portentaque.
HORATIO

(dreams, magic terrors, spells of mighty power,
witches, and ghosts who rove at midnight hour.)

heres to youse

hey, there is back to front this new year and yourses truly is regaling you with a rant. havent had much fun this Xmas but plenty occasions to think laterally. self-inflicted deprivation can hardly go under the name of fun, but when concocted with an enhanced mind oh it can bear fruit... does love matter does matter love matter does love does matter ad infinitum. comprising of recent experiences it has been found that no matter love or matter what matters is that it is with some you love. appy nu hear and cheerful in taking the bends. hy human

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hi folks, we feel 'tis about time the media stop ranting so much about the damn suffork swanker. you know, one time somebody said 'no matter good or bad, what matter they talk about you'. so, in this writer modest opinion, everybody, and i mean everybody from BBC international to the puniest of dyslexic bloggers, please please please, stop inflating this sicko's ego, and maybe let the appointed forces get it and kick its ass. ah, and by the way i dont believe in the death penalty, as imposed by any state, but in certain cases let it be in the cell where they put them for life a good bit of strong rope and a hook on the roof. maybe they would smell the hint and do everybody a favour. do youse feel what i am sayin?!

solstice!

mission accomplished!!! wittgenstein got in justintintime with a pirouette and a flourish! it cost me a gallon of sweat 3 pints o'blood an a quarter of tears but it is done. ah, and i had ta miss me Xmaz flight ta sunny mediterraneen (fkit!) but ehi, 'tis doone. annow i is goin ta sleep. nitenite an appysolstice youse appifeckinfairies outathere! hee hhaaa

no time 2 waste

48 hours to go, 3000 words due, on wittgenstein & co... ne body will give me some advice on time management? been reding the most beautiful blog writing ever, instead: i love your work HG, youre an awesome inspiration and i'll possibly link you to this page soon. and now down to the job at hand...

hellp!!!

head exploding with revising, some vising for the first time too!!! heavens help me, written exam in english renaissance in 5 (five!) hours, still lot to read... happy full moon everybody.

musing

hi there, i was just reminded that the body can be put to sleep, freeing the mind (both rational & emotional) from the incumbrance, hence opening the way for new possible realities to come into being and expanding the limits of what is attainable to some extent.

only drawback here is the painstakingly slowness of my typing.

this time of the year calls for some cozyness, but there exists a certain tension between this and wanting to be out there and play. anyone for some cakes & wine?

Well Come

hi folks! the head is buzzing. or is it just the noise out of this ol yoke of a PC? well, well come to my blog of rants, i have plenty to share with youes, i'll keep you posted. ciao.