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The war of all against allBefore the war we used to go into town every Saturday, riding the bus through the tiny villages that perched on hillsides or nestled in valleys. One by one we picked up my gang of friends, Maisy and Bill from St Squires roundabout, Ellen from Christmere st hardy, Raymond from Lower Squirl and Tomm from Ballards Loft. I was always the first on, jumping on the bus while it

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on gangster film sets, were the gansters are real. doing odd jobs that i am not very good at. then in houses on the edge of town, preparations for a celebration or the coming of a war. there is a pub half made of menhirs, or stones that used to guide the way. we go inside a great tudor house owned by a family we know. the inside is vast like an institution, with playing halls and the like. we

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we are always in the midst of our own humble past, its echoes feature in even the most modern of our cities. i have walked through the ancient modern heart of the English/British/Imperial capital and seen vast cliff faces of human engineering rear up above me. so impressive the aching new possibilities of technology, but still so very very old. we have acreages of brick, flung up in mile wide

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long dreams of English countryside, tinged with foreign climbs. There is a sacred hill, with dolmen embedded. We are children and arceologists that live around it in different tribes. We excavate the earth, digging through and around the stones. Then infinity opens up and I tumble through into inky, vastly intelligent blackness. A blackness that looks back at me and into meThen in a town of

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ok, i thought ot best to have an index of all my many stories in this post, set it to a far future date and have in it links to said texts. Easier than any other way of showing my work to the vast army of robots and CIA men watching.Stories- The hunt http://shivoth.blogspot.com/2006/06/hunt.html -Armisticehttp://shivoth.blogspot.com/2006/06/armistice.html-Auld manhttp://shivoth.blogspot.com/2006/

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24.9Travelling from coast to coast again, by flight. Half naked running up rainy country paths. Up to the art centre on the hill above the sea. Coastal paths, the sea coming up to the cliffs. All been here before. Flying and left in the interplace, which is now kind of Bournemouth, on that beach again.In a visit thing in the assembly office in some chaos, large glass building more rooms than

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farctured but theresome of us in a suburban hjome,chance survirosrs f some chaos. the fear that what did it is still out there. i was perhaps on a plane when it happened, though now in the house. then it is a million years later, strange descendants of ourselves.peaceful towns, castles, society crumbling gracefully.echoes of other dreams, london again, all those terminals and under road tunnels.

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9.6 Meeting morrissey on a beach, he has Spanish boy on his arm. My friend is rude to him and I have to explain the reasons why, he has done great things and terrible things. I am in the sun so long al the moisture has gone from my body, I am thin and vital, electrically alive. I am nothing but a skeleton, some sinew left on the bones. I leap of a building, try to do it again and the building

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Rachel felt the tiny Jesus on her shoulder squirm as she watched the swimming boy. It could feel what she was thinking, the sinful desires coalescing. She wanted the boy dead, and the jesus knew it, reasons and excuses flowed through her mind. Justifications for hideous acts, things he had said at school, ways he had looked at her, or not looked at her. She tried to sort these in her mind into a

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Once when walking through the countryside we found a factory. It was only small then, a few pieces of stunted machinery, growing from a rusted manhole cover in the grass. My friend and I remarked upon the find, I wanted to kick it over like an ant’s nest to see how it worked, see if it was clockwork or steam powered or diesal.It sat in the sun, miniature machines clicking as it extracted minerals

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At the height of my powers he summoned me to his house. I left it broken and in disgrace, unable to even look at myself again. I had been proud, full of the arrogance of youth, full of power and gifts and tricks. I thought I was wise, that my talents were eternal and unarguable. He showed me they were not, and that I was a callous fool, whose only power came from his youth and from his own self

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I asked her what she was doing and she told me she was moon bathing. Lying on the flat roof of the mud brick tower, the midnight sky above lit to phosphorescence by the full moon. As clouds passed beneath it they shone in the rainbow colours, the parody of daylight. A monochrome sheen with a hint of blue, all the colours of darkness. I looked down at the rocky stones that ran down to the sea

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Fedeyrov’s hands moved clumsily in the insulated gloves, fumbling across the metal surface, the lights on his chest washing it pure white. This lock had no atmosphere in it yet. Still sealed from the time it had been built, though God alone knew when that had been. He turned the iron handle, fingers brushing the copper inlay. Like most of them it depicted abstract shapes, curves and circles,

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I was working the Sunday shift when it happened. The shift nobody else wanted to work but I was cool with it because no customers ever showed up. It was cause it was Sunday, cause the tube line was always faulty and the only people we ever got in were the gym enthusiasts and the tired overtime office workers. So I would just sit there, stare at the concrete wall outside. The café was in a tunnel,

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They went out Butterfly hunting in late June, to catch the early summers crop. They walked for what seemed like miles. A line of four children, almost androgenous and identically dressed, but in them the confusing first ideas of adolescence. Through open fields and nettle choked meadows to the place they where Tony’s brother claimed the breeding ground was.They could tell when they were near the

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The lad found the bone first. Well he weren't exactly the first as it had to have come from somewhere but he was the first person to make a fuss about it. He came haring up to me just before I set out on my rounds to open up the gardens and unlock all them gates. What he said didn’t really make much sense, but then to be honest most stuff he says don’t but you can’t really choose in this trade. I

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In my grandfathers time many craft sailed past the beacon and out into the night. There were ships larger than planets and orbs black edged so those inside would never see the ever blackness of the infinite. In my fathers time it was all trade, and unmanned ships slid by the beacon in automated dances. Often there were stowaways and spies in tiny ship clinging underneath. There were pirates too,

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The auld man limped through the gate as the numbers began turning in their LED display, it was losing focus, complicated tides pulling it out of synch from its ascribed and locked destination. Yet the auld man didn’t hurry, didn’t even seem to notice the flimsy fabric of the reality around him start to tear and flap. He was on the home side now, just barely got the heels of his worn ceramic

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Just as the guns fell silent and before the whistle sounded Private Brian Emerson had a vision. The battlefield swam away from in front of his eyes, the mud and the barbed wire and the ache in his bones, the fear and the anticipation all went with it. For a second there was nothing and he thought he might have died, that a jerry sniper had caught him as they prepared to go over the top. A new

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Lord Lowe pulled on the high boots and the striking red jacket, went through the ancient and exact motions that were required on the first day of the hunt. The last moon of the old year had risen and fallen and the fast was over. The season had begun and he was anxious for the kill. He could feel it in everyone, throughout the vast expanse of the house, as if he were the bricks and mortar and the

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Sunday morning dream Some twenty four like story, deception and spies and illegal government viral research but that plays itself out in reverse, or feel like I have lived it before. Starts with me creeping out from some institution, not madhouse but similar. Creep through silent houses of somewhere like brighton. Walk along high concrete walls and then drop into old ladies house. Something

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monday mornign dreamback at the parents house, all changed. greenhouse divided into flimsy bedrooms, i have to share with numerous strangers. the death of an elderly realtive, the shock and the feeling not yet abl to mourn.children steal things from our garage, the are has become less safe. i cahse them around the road. around th back onto a long grasy treelined strip. climbin over buildings,

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a most literary dreamsome silly things ina supermarket. madness and disgrace, naked and unavailable for work. have to claim it was temporary insanity.many dark thoughts in different places. many doors travelled through.am shakesphere with chiristopher marlowe, he a shaven headed squat bruiser. in a tavern we cannot pay the bill and have to do the washing up. climb three stories through ever

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saturday morning dreamsome kind of disturbance in a town, have to leave in massive trucksthrough some vast flea market, see nothing but hangign clouds of lacy clothes, junky antiques. penetrate to the centre and stay with a family there. become intangled with other disputes, a girl , having to pack to go takes an excessive amount of time.with the cool kids. metro types, triggs lady, dumping and

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Endangered speciescars. definitely endangered. I have been afraid of cars for many years, a combination of psychic distaste -their style, the environmental impact, their dullness - and physical discomfort- carsickness and the way they look like they want to eat me.but now I realise they are endangered, that if petrol runs out or gets rare and expensive the car, unless it adapts, will be unusable.

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friday night dreamking of a hotel room, one with many doors and windows that open so other people are always walking in. i own everything there, i can see out the window onto the bay where oil rigs are lit up against the dark blue, i own those too.some lewdness means i am expelled, and it is suddenly a police state, i am arrested with others, taken to a police place where they prepare to shave

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Time for some words, i think. i will be posting stories taken from dreams, as they are easy to write- i just have to note down what i remember, just let my subconscious take over.Estuary landAt the height of my powers he summoned me to his house. I left it broken and in disgrace, unable to even look at myself again. I had been proud, full of the arrogance of youth, full of power and gifts and

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wednesday mornhing dreamdaqy off, so plenty of dream time. enjoyable. plenty of drifting between states, sudden wakefulness only to drift off again.in a posh house, semi student semi parental. big with many rooms. similar to previous kisssing and ghost dream. only daughters there, playroom like though they are at least teenagers. so much rom that the whole world could be in the playroom, as if

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sat night dreamgeneral nice feeling, bright sunshine and nothing to worry about. regression to a state where everything was ok.long travels in something that might have been america, long flat plains sunny and soft soil trees.same cliff area as have been in recent dreams, connects with undeground place and others.fridayreturn to peaceful hillside university, although subtley different. in the

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friday night dreaminggermanic viking horror. in a dark place under a house a wall gives way and i fall into a room of hanging corpses, long decayed. it is pointed out to me the arrangement of the surrounding houses, old cottages beuatiful by day but with something unholy about them. each has underneath a longboat like shape, burial ground or holy place of norse people from long ago. strong grey

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in jonny's house when i used to live there. large empty room, mourning its space. then out around student like places, as usual. with tom in primary school colours. needing camera as beautiful coast landscape, bright flowers, green sloping grass and caves and weathered rock spires. no camera as things all packed up in removal van. removal work by rhodri morgan truckdriver talking politics and am

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long saturday morning dreamin a school hall playing with the human league, only though it is oakey and some american girls. instruments not working properly though filled with unshakeable self belief. american hard townie girls are sascked though they really don't like it and are replaced with northern women.in a bay flying around swim under barrricade and am taken on small tour through half

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saturday dreamlong as if like aseries of films about the lives of young people. intertextual nonsense in that i was in the film of the events that had happened to me earlier. anarchists and protest types abounded in a great complex of wooden buildings like arts centres- the usual institution feel, also a hint of trying to escape. moments ina house of a friend. a group of us running in the park,

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dream 10.9comforting summer fields as usual, a long journe. childishness.in a wooden house with many passages and concrete courtyards. possible endless subbasements. fits into hillish border town dreamed of in other occasions. getting things delivered that i have been qwaiting for and watching pirate versions of potter films. the place has a wooden bar too, organic slope to the rooms, all in one

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sunday dreamtravelling in time and space through endless green dry summer fields. going up a hill half made from overgrown menhirs, tracks in the spaces in between. special powers when looking into a phone to make it into a powerful machine. mystical goings on involving a steve. maybe some trains.

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last nights dreamechoes of school days, village halls overgrown with green plants. summer fields.in a strange future society where all humans seem to be redundant or non existant. automated things going through the motions, supporting people who are abscent. am in a group of others, like we are time travellers or the like. or like we have found a dead continent, europeans coming to america, only

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dream 14.8the pacific ocean after a long journey. over a concrete wall onto the coarse grey sanded beach, headlands in the distance. paddle feet in the water, sheer sense of distance, blue ocean as far as forever.hilly estate in scandinavian britain, at the bottom see a high up treehouse, far too high for people though a light is on there, must be a passage up the thick trunk of the tree. other

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dream-exiled peoples, young peopledriven out from vague university/housing complexshades of sci fi and something elseexiled through concrete and stone tunnelspalace likeinto green meadows, rolling hillsas if refugees in narniawe all sit around in vaguelly defined setsthen there is a beach, long and flatwith white yellow sand and the time of dayheading towards sunsetthe tide washes in, removing

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Why has it all been so quickly forgotten? Why are there so many parallels between the election in the US and that of the Ukraine? Why are ten thousand people on the streets of Kiev a revolution and two million on the streets of London ignored? Why did we wait around in February for the revolution that never came? How did they get away with failing so many times and yet not one has paid for it? I

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Recently I have been interested in coins. Their value and the idea behind them. It is interesting because they have this curve in their value, when they are minted they are worth a certain amount, this gradually falls over the years as inflation renders them less and less valuable. At some point they get taken out of circulation and may have no value at all. Then as time passes the value goes up,

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It is interesting that all the bloodshed being committed by the Israelis in the Gaza strip, all the acts of genocide perpetrated there can all be traced back to a few single events during the First World War in the north of England.During the war there was a shortage on the British side of TNT, a vital component of which was Acetane, a substance usually only found in Germany. The man who came up

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I have long been interested in Uganda's Lords Resistence Army. it is like they are a story told to frighten little children. the whole abducting of children to serve either as soldiers or "campaign wives" is so horrible. And nothing much is known about their motives, they seem more about just destruction than any clear religious or ideological purpose. I think they are loosely built around ethnic

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Today i am thinking about the Atomic bomb and Cans of drink, mostly Coke. I think the Atomic bomb is funny because it represented mankind doing something that was way in advance of its own capabilities. I suppose the comparison was maybe true with the invention of gunpowder, some huge leap forward in destructive technology. But the thing about the atom bomb is that it was too good, too effective.

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What about the building blocks of a society? What will there always need to be to survive? All you need is surplus food, that is all that sustainsa ll of us, all our highly evolved society rests on is that we can grow food and get more energy out than we put in. It means people who make clothes have time to make clothes and don't have to scavenge for food. All our pounds are just pounds of wheat,

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April and May Dreams- 28.4 Going through education backwards School like a garden, flowers and tumbled down I screamed and cried In the classroom was a singer Amused by dogs leaping from high walls over trees They bounce and tumble comically Small one goes furthest Obsession with drinking coke, threatened by Canteen staff 3.5 Repetitions of the same dream Only unremembered except for

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Yesterday I saw a man repairing and testing the wires inside those large green squarish things that I think have phone cables in, they seem slightly Edwardian. There are many pieces of street furniture people just ignore. I think there are more every year. Sometimes inside they have dials or electricity. Inside this one it was just a mass of wires with no real order, he had a thing in his hand

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And what of motorways? So much concrete and the noise made as you drive across the concrete plates, tectonic plates, held together with tar. I would like to see them move over a period of a thousand years. Will they go the way of the canals, I can only ever hope so. Too much of the monochrome and carbon monoxide and getting nowhere. A whole frozen menagarie of concrete, the bridges made in

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Today’s obsession is American deserts. Why are the US so uncomfortable in the middle East, large expanses of western US are desert. It is little realised the common situation of Americans and Arabs, I would like to think in a thousand years the two cultures will converge. And always religions come from the deserts and the US has such a supply of them, the Mormons in Utah and the endless

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I like to think CD’s are doomed. Music itself is increasingly becoming a purely digital thing, what with the whole downloading and I-pod thing. Album covers haven’t really been art since they got rid of vinyl, too small to have nice pictures on. It would be good to release a package the size and shape of a CD that only contains the Address or password of where the music can be found. This

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Walking through my hometown at night is becoming more and more like a cartoon. As my visits there are only occasional it is more and more just memory that propels me. Much of it at night I cannot see only perceive in the darkness the places I have been too a million times. During the day it is nothing, dull. At night it shines a little, more real to me then. The lamposts are always a joy. It is

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Must remember to write stories about Swans and ducks- my fear of them in large parks that they live purely on the bread given to them, this is not natural, there is a lot of the same kind of things, animals in service to man, natural things screwed over by too much people influyence. There was a Countryside park, they are the worst as they seek to conserve things and pretend that their conserving

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A little dreaming goes along way, but too much is easily forgotten. And the wrong, dull things stick out. A thousend stories are contained here, though most of them are bad, and mostly consist of a single contradictorary image. oh well. 7.4 Some authority figures Conspiring against us The landscape is one I have seen before Stony ground, cold, old A losing of hair and the collecting of old

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The building site outside my dull office window forms a wind tunnel along which blows great sandstorms, duststorms, occasionally blowing grit over the important political types walking down there. You can tell how important they are by the suits they wear, and the nature of their hair. Yesterday workmen cut down metal poles from the road outside. They used a cutter that sent sparks high into the

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Superheroes as the expression of popular will, an interesting idea. Like the way Gods are supposed to be born, an expression made into some reality, desires and hopes made into some idealised vision of humanity. Too much Alan Moore has led me to want to write comic books. The medium becomes more interesting if you ignore a large number of the conventions that have always turned me away( I found

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The boycott of elections in Iran, narrated by the opposition intellectuals, students. See the half empty polling stations with armed guards. The only votors the women in Chadors (which social/political class are you?) the over forties or the illiterate. Wind blowing in the bones of the desert onto the city. Those voting only because they were threatened, they stamp your card when you vote, if you

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Anthology of dreams- 10.2 Pressed against the wall I can slip through College streets, green cranes, old metal cages Comfortable town, inland, slight hills, countryside around The symbolic educational nature of a photo Of soldiers dressed as riot police in the late 1970,s Gas masks guns, on terrace streets. In sixth form sociology lessons 11.2 Causing flame by mind, violently forcing self

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I dreamt of a great house, possible elements of the institutional. to get to the topmost tower i had to enlarge myself and place my smaller self on the top. the house was made of several great pieces. inside it was all staircases and white painted interior doors. A friend was in the tower Not much, there was so much more

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Do all Astronauts become Mystics? they seem to gain a strange sense of perspective. Gagarin never recovered, nearly drank himself to death before dying in a mysterious accident. Armstrong is a recluse, Aldrin is apparently insane, believing there to be a carpark on the darkside of the moon (to be fair he has actually been to the moon and thus a better authority than me). Edgar Mitcahell is

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So, germany was the twentieth centruy. Everything of any great note happened there. the Imperial hubris that led to world war one, revolutionary aftermath, violent right wing repression, world war two, cold war baader-Meinhof, rosa luxembourg. It was somehow the couldren in which every great event occurred. I want to be one of the 60's 70's art/ political students, or the 1920's art/

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http://www.udp.cl/docencia/postgrado/diplomado/esteticaypensamiento/docs/03/marionette.pdf Marionette theatre, essay on the nature of consciousness. innocence as the perfect state of man, though i do not remember a time when i was not self conscious. the resonance of the idea of the fall of man, a deep psychological parable about the nature of man being qualititively different from animals. we

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Finally realised the actual meaning of a dream i had about ten months ago where i travelled in a very old city into its heart where their was a small courtyard even older than the city itself that seemed to hold some mystic fascination over me. Like it was somehow home or an integral deep part of mankind. I though at the time it related to a story i heard from someone who had just returned from

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Blair anounces may not be WMD's, is this all some clever strategy is he is he really just heading for a fall. If only they made people pay for wars like they do university. If you want Britain to go invade somewhere yo have to pay £1000 a year, obviousely the better the country the higher the price, France would cost more than say belgium. Also thinking todaay about arresting Alqaida members,

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Today I wished I was in a proper minority and not mistaken and gripped by the constant feeling of either being just wrong or correct but incapable of convincing anyone else of various facts that form the basis of my point of view. Caught in spirals and circles again of repeating thoughts. Have to leave marking in the earth as time passes to judge the distance (if any) that my mind has traveled.

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Robert Kilroy Silk, that eminent cultural ambassador, has written an article in the Sunday Mail attacking Arabs, all Arabs as women hating limb amputating suicide bombers. This evil Racism is of course acceptable because he used the word arab. had he used black or Jewish he would have been sacked immediately. He also says "what has Arabic culture ever given us?". Obviousely a man who has never

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Been reading online Sci fi by people associated with wired and other much cooler weblogs. One thing the Sci fi has in common and the real reason I read it is that it is not actually very good. Most of it has that yearning to be William Gibson streetwise but failing because they feel the need to cram massive exposition in the first sentence (characters suddenley recalling when they meet people

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So Ken livingstone has rejoined labour, fucking up the arse any chance of starting a proper left wing alternative to Labour and extending Blairs longevity at the top. Nice one ken. And for what? does he think he can reshape Labour from within, even though the leadership has systematically ignored the rest of the party for nearly a decade. labour is lost, for there to be any kind of converting of

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Today I took pictures of the abandoned hospital in the bay and of the underside of the massive flyover. The hospital is a standard Edwardian redbrick building but very beautiful, recently abandoned and boarded up. It has the very sinister incinerating tower that al hospitals have, with the sun behind it it looked even more frightening. I have become strangely obsessed with black metal fire

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Last night I dreamt i was in a great dilapidated mansion made of tightly packed paper, scrabbling through a fake doorway in order to enter the New Year, mystical travelling through doors not previousely there has happened many times, and often in shower rooms or baths. At some point I was in a large hall with a man similar to steerpike from Gormenghast who was some kind of fake emporer, when I

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The head of an independent commission investigating the September 11 attacks yesterday said that they could and should have been prevented, and that the officials responsible for the failure should be fired. His full report is not due to be published before May, but the comments by the commission's chairman, Thomas Kean, suggest its conclusions are likely to be politically explosive. "This is

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A British computer hacker faces five years behind bars and a £21,000 bill from the US government for hacking into a nuclear research lab. Joseph McElroy, 18, was trying to use the immense power of the Fermi National Accelerator Lab in Chicago to help him download music and films from the web. But instead he triggered a massive security alert, Bow Street magistrates were told yesterday. (from the

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Ninth circuit court of appeal, Paper Knights. what does it all mean?

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Return of the King- who would have thought Peter Jackson would have made the greatest gay love story ever told. its as if he has been reading bad Lord of the Rings Fanfiction written by those late 30's women who fantasize about Frodo and Same gettin' it on. And just because Sam gets married to some Barmaid at the end does not mean he and frodo are not deeply in love. And as for Gimli and Legolas,

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I hope you all join in. I want you all to be bored office workers

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I spend too much time Trawling in polluted Waters- Colm O'Gorman, the director of the Dublin-based anti-abuse organisation One in Four, tells me that the church is still spinning its reaction to its own disclosures. "They boast that only 3.2% of child abuse in Ireland is carried out by the clergy," he says, "but they don't say that less than 0.5% of the population are members of the clergy. So

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We I Towers Glass Hair Stain end

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