Friday, July 25, 2008


After hiring a car we went to the other side of the island which took about 45mins cos I was speeding...I am writing this backdated .. - The Cocteau Twins - pearly semen whoops drops has cum on the radio !£$@ Sorry, keep forgetting the necessity of garden pathing when in polite conversation. Dead end nerves. I had to walk them off after driving for about 2 hours or so until we got lost and hungry. You wouldn't eat in a restaurant/buy anything off those dodgy spanish speaking natives. They were staring at us like we look weird? As ferk. The familiar Macdonalds. I go to the khasi and find this scrawled in kohl pencil on the door:
Paras mis ninas
amigos come nosotr(i?)asson
dificileo de encontrar
dificiles de entendere
impossible de olividar os hiero
This is !@SIGNIFICANT** but there is no explaining why. Not to those for whom talking is in and listening is so passe. The problem with communication is there is too much of it. But then again I am certifiably insane and the fella who came up with this idea threw himself out of a window several years ago.
After loading up on beer we sped back to the hotel. Madness lies in the reading (Brewster, 2000) Or thereabouts.

I 💙💙💙 European eels. You know, the ones that, according to the experts, breed in the Sargasso See. They are not like the others. Do not filter. Slippery pulse chi level. Get in touch. They are talking about the Gai: he had a 12 footer stuck right up somewhere or other. Banal worms' eye seeks validity.
Last night I had a dream about Barry Manilow - he was dressed as a Full Woman (with pink lipstick). I had to whip him after he sang a song about coming off cocaine, just like Bowie. "The sun comes up. The blinds go down. I sink this pain. Into this sound." In a deep voice. Too drunk to carry on. Martin Luther eat your heart out. He probably did anyway.

Just walking the dog and mumbling to herself, though wherever she goes the green monkey tags along. Obviously there is no explanation for this. One night after an ever increasing bout of imaginative faith leaping or maybe out of self-indulgence, she decides on a different route for a change. The chittering monkey gives the V's, playfully apeing a peaceful hippy smoking a joint, flips his fingers over and belligerently gives the piss sign. He has a way of jumping that cannot be contained within an order of meaning. For the dogs, desire must be firmly wedded to the pure elevation and detachment of the bark instinct. When the spirit of play dies, murder is sure to follow. Bollocks.

Realising she's just said all this aloud on the bus at rush hour, Krip bounces off onto the pavement, strangulating Nigger the dog in the process."Wish I had a fucking lead to put you on, cunt", she mutters. As usual the monkey doesn't listen to a thing she says and suddenly bounds onto her head, pulling at her eyelids and farting loudly. Everyone around her pretends they haven't heard or seen anything. This really happened to her, though with different spirits plus mixer.