LUPE

...

2011-05-29T21:38:00.002+02:00

i detest curry quest

2011-05-29T21:21:00.003+02:00

ok. curry quest. durban road. mowbray. have not eaten their take aways for 2 years - after they were rude to us (former regular customers) and would not even consider SELLING us a little bit of coriander. Oh, and also since their last meal made us shit ourselves for 5 days - NON STOP!

ben, our dear friend very generously bought us some curry quest take out on wednesday evening! YAY! Only problem all 3 of us SHAT oursleves the following day.

dear curry quest: clean your kitchen - you lazy, dirty people - not even pigs want to shit there.
it is too full of germs for them.
we will NEVER eat your lousy, poisoned, contaminated food again!
Ever!

Go Häagen-Dazs yourself

2010-10-24T11:46:00.002+02:00

To the incredibly RUDE and UNHELPFUL staff at the Waterfront branch of Häagen-Dazs -
let me just say this:
"When you discover you are unemployed - because there is NO way your little branch can survive with your level of ineptitude and rudeness - do NOT be surprised."

I wish you all a fucking shit day.

Stefan

Jy lyk so mooi met my piel in jou keel

2010-02-14T18:25:00.003+02:00

WAT KYK JY?

Wat kyk jy?
Fokof
Wat kyk jy?
Poes
Wat kyk jy?
Fok jou
Wat kyk jy?
Jou naai

Uprising

2009-09-02T18:57:00.004+02:00
























The paranoia is in bloom, the PR
The transmissions will resume
They'll try to push drugs
Keep us all dumbed down and hope that
We will never see the truth around
(So come on!)

Another promise, another scene, another
A package not to keep us trapped in greed
With all the green belts wrapped around our minds
And endless red tape to keep the truth confined
(So come on!)

Chorus
They will not force us
They will stop degrading us
They will not control us
We will be victorious

Interchanging mind control
Come let the revolution take its toll if you could
Flick the switch and open your third eye, you'd see that
We should never be afraid to die
(So come on!)

Rise up and take the power back, it's time that
The fat cats had a heart attack, you know that
Their time is coming to an end
We have to unify and watch our flag ascend

Chorus
They will not force us anekatips.com
They will stop degrading us
They will not control us
We will be victorious

Hey .. hey ... hey .. hey!
(repeat)

Chorus
They will not force us
They will stop degrading us
They will not control us
We will be victorious

Hey .. hey ... hey .. hey!
(repeat)

i am back

2009-08-24T20:08:00.005+02:00

after 90 days
spent worrying
about the sins
of others,
and their murderous ways,
i'm back.

workers (pronounced: thieves),
beware,
you are wanted,
and hunted -
and i'm back.

to all liars,
watch your tongues,
forked as they are,
they're split asunder,
speaking in devilish tongues,
all the while dressed in white.

frogs x 3

2009-05-20T21:47:00.001+02:00

Revelation 16:13

"And I saw, coming out of the mouth of the dragon

and out of the mouth of the beast

and out of the mouth of the false prophet,

three unclean spirits like frogs."

Malleus Maleficarum

2009-05-18T15:34:00.002+02:00

A land of darkness, as darkness itself;
and of the shadow of death,
without any order,
and where the light is as darkness.

THANKS!

2009-05-04T10:16:00.002+02:00

When I read the following entry in another blog:

FREE BUTLERS PIZZA FOR ALL BLOG AWARDS NOMINEES

A bit of love from Seth

9.04.2009

I quite frankly did not believe a single word of it!

However it IS/WAS TRUE!!!!

Thank you SETH!
I loved the Pizzas from Butlers!
And I really appreciate your generosity.
Thank you Butlers too!

Ugo Geller

2009-04-05T18:07:00.004+02:00

Ugo Geller is our travel duck.
He has his own page on FACEBOOK.
So, yes, you have to be a FACEBOOK member to see it!
Click ANYWHERE on this blog post, and you will be transported to his page.
Please REQUEST TO BE HIS FRIEND.

Heterosexual Porn

2009-04-05T17:57:00.004+02:00

We broke all rules last night.
And watched str8 p0rn.
For 5 minutes.
Interesting.
Sort of.

City Lodge is Kinda Dodge

2009-04-01T21:06:00.005+02:00

Had sun downers at our favourite undiscovered local watering hole, City Lodge, Pinelands.
I, unfortunately, found a piece of gravel in my food.
No worries.
Ernie found a fucking rock in his plate.
Now worried.
We were refunded for ONE of the meals.
Jaco, you are a kak manager. And you never had the balls to come an apologise to us.
Justin (the resident waiter), your lack of interest in our problem (which has now become your problem) surprised me.
Fucking fag.

Oh No, Chai Yo!

2009-04-01T20:47:00.006+02:00

Went out for dinner last night to celebrate Ernie's birthday.
Went to one of our favourites, Chai Yo.
Two off-duty staff members fucked our evening up.
They were not inebriated.
They were pissed. They were fucking out of control. And they made a nuisance of themselves. With all the tables in the smoking section.
What a pity. We will not be returning in the foreseeable future. Nor will our guest.
What a pity. I am awaiting a call from management. I demand an apology. Come on, Dennis. Call me.

Jack Shat

2009-04-01T20:44:00.004+02:00

Opened a KIT -KAT last night.
One of the four segments was SOLID chocolate!
I hate it when that happens.
Third time this year.

~end.

2009-03-31T10:36:00.003+02:00

Month-end.

Pretend.
Stipend.
Defend.

Beg. Borrow. Lend.

Descend.
Misspend.

Boyfriend.

Dead-end.
Amend.
Depend.
Append.

Expend.
Offend.
Outspend.

Suspend.

Upend.

Weekend.

I hope you get cocked, motherfucker!

2009-03-27T19:43:00.006+02:00

To the UCT student (I assume a student - no-one who is qualified could drive as badly as you did) who drove like such a poes, that I am driven (excuse the pun) to write about you.

I hope that your academic performance will match your inability to drive.
And that you will be forced to return to live with your parents.
In Upington. You drive live a cunt. Go cock yourself.

Thursday Morning. Another fucking marvelous day in Africa.

2009-03-26T08:37:00.006+02:00

08:30
Thursday
Morning

Having breakfast with a friend @ 09:00
Being insane, I arrived @ the venue @ 08:20
I like to ensure that my mind is ready
After having smoked a joint
Whilst stuck in peculiar traffic conditions
In the Southern suburbs
Maybe they are normal traffic conditions
I have not needed to be ANYWHERE this early for more than 2 years

I have lost the art of coping with the normal workday traffic.

But I am loving my espresso.

@ Mel's.

Barely 650 metres from my house.

Still I drove.
I do not know why.

And smoked.
I know why.

Reflections on a holiday

2009-03-24T11:17:00.004+02:00

Fashion Tip # 345

2009-03-24T11:06:00.003+02:00

Never, NEVER reconstitute old curtains into a dress.

Lily Marched

2009-03-24T10:58:00.003+02:00

It is (still) March.

2009.

And the March Lilies are blooming.

Blooming March Lilies.

Fashion Tip # 344

2009-03-24T10:51:00.004+02:00

If your legs are
a pasty flesh colour,
do not wear
pasty flesh coloured footwear.
Ever. Please.

Fat German Sausages

2009-03-24T10:46:00.005+02:00

To the fat unhappy German father and his fatter and unhappier German son:

We hope you had the sort of trip that your demeanour automatically elicits.
An unhappy, disastrous one.
You fat cunts.

Road Kill

2009-03-24T10:15:00.004+02:00

Jesus wept!

Just after leaving a languid Swellendam we stumbled upon this horrific scene:

But fear not - all was well - the corpse was merely attempting to fix the front loader. He was not even injured. We shat ourselves. He did not.

Bitchell's Screwery - It leaves a very bitter taste in my mouth

2009-03-24T09:24:00.011+02:00

Oh My God!
AM I GLAD I KEEP COPIES OF ALL E-MAILS!!!!

Prior to our sojourn to Knysna, and being somewhat of a control freak, I decided to send an e-mail to Mitchell's Knysna Brewery - after having visited their website. I did NOT want to miss this tour!

Herewith their courteous reply:

"Hi

Thank you for your email, we look forward to welcoming you to our special brewery. Below please find our tour and tasting information:

Our daily tour times are 10:30 &15:00 on weekdays only. Tastings can be done from 08:30 - 16:30 Mon - Fri and 09:30 - 12:30 on a Saturday.
Special tour times can be arranged for groups of four and more. The price for the tour and tasting is R 50.00 pp and a tasting only is R30.00 pp. Children under twelve years of age tour for free.

The tour normally takes 15-20 minutes and the tasting will depend on
a) the tasting option you choose
and
b) the time you have available to spend here.

The tasting can be done one of two ways: you can have a tasting glass of each beer or you can have a small taste of each beer and enjoy a pint of your favourite in our lovely beer garden.

Please give us a quick call before you come to check availability, we would hate to turn you away because we don't have space.

Regards,

Renée de Bruyn

Mitchells Knysna Brewery
044 382 4685
086 6841326 (F)
"
And so we decided that this was a MUST-SEE experience.
I, for one, adore my beer.
This experience was NOT TO BE MISSED.

We arrived 3 minutes 20 seconds late for the tour - which they had very kindly delayed for us - since we had called ahead (twice) to confirm our imminent arrival.

There were (if I can recall correctly) 8 people in our group.

I was going to do the R50.00 TASTING tour. The two other people in my party had opted to only do the R30.00 tour - the one sans the tasting.

The tour was fucking boring.

The tour guide was boring too.

Her name escapes me - but it was possibly Reneé. The same person who replied to my initial e-mail.

At the end of the fucking boring 15 minute tour, I chose to NOT do the tasting.
Something that the Tour Guide had said had been so distasteful, so nauseating, that I did not want to stomach their product.

To summarise: The shelf life of Mitchell's beer (or certain of their products) is 21 days. Old stock is returned to their factory - and is replaced by them at no additional cost to the distributors / merchants. All very eco-conscious.
The "old" stock is then "sold to the local guys @ a reduced price".
While I am certain that there is very little wrong with the OLD stock - what I want to know is: WHO THE FUCK ARE THE "LOCAL GUYS"?????

Are they the factory workers - the brewery is in an industrial area - and are Mitchell's therefore promoting alcoholism amongst the factory workers?
Or is Mitchell's encouraging alcohol dependency amongst the factory managers and owners? Are the "LOCAL GUYS" the previously disadvantaged men in the Knysna area. Is Mitchell's destroying neighbourhoods?

Is Mitchell's returning to the dop system?

Or do the wealthy male inhabitants of Thesen Island - where house prices range from R3 million to R9 million - stand in queues outside the Mitchell's shebeen - waiting to buy old product.
Is it these "local guys" - these financially independent men - that you were referring to?

I, quite frankly, do not give a fuck which GROUP of "local guys" you are referring to. Your comment was distasteful. It was wrong. Racist. Demeaning. Appalling. Disgusting.
You fucked up.
And I still have this terrible taste in my mouth.

As for the "certificate" we were all presented with upon our premature departure. I am returning it via ordinary mail. And I want my fucking R30.00 (I did NOT do the tasting part of the tour - so enraged was I - and so I got a discounted rate) back.

My friends also want their money back.

Ugo

2009-03-24T09:22:00.015+02:00

U Go is our travel duck.
He is the perfect companion.
He never bitches.
He never moans.
He requires no food.
No drinks.
No medication.
He is always photogenic.
Always ready.
And always forgiving.
Thank you U Go.
We love you.

Follow his GROUP
(by clicking anywhere on this sentence)
on facebook.

And, as a bonus, you'll see never-seen-before photos.

Touched by an Elephant

2009-03-24T09:21:00.007+02:00

To see and touch an Elephant has been my most humbling experience.
We, as humans, have placed them in their precarious situation.
They live in PARKS.
Man-made parks.
And, yet, they tolerate us.
How kind of them.
How cruel of us.
How tragic for them.
How sad for us.

A Fresh Pain in the Butt

2009-03-24T09:06:00.009+02:00

Knysna.
Thesen Island.
On holiday.
Relaxed.
Local café.
Ingledew's.
Saturday morning. Order 2 x Espresso.
They arrive. Delicious. Each with a biscotti.
They, too, are delicious.
Have to pay 60 cents for a plastic bag.
Rather charge me R1.00 MORE per espresso, and avoid making me feel like I have been fucked from behind. RIP OFF! 60 cents for a fucking plastic packet. RIP OFF!

Sunday morning.
Return to Ingledew's. This time for 4 x Espresso.
They arrive. Delicious. Each WITHOUT a biscotti.
Price remains the same. Strange.
Rather charge me R1.00 LESS per espresso, and avoid making me feel like I have been fucked from behind. RIP OFF! No biscotti. RIP OFF!

Note even Ile de Pain - your competitors - would do that!

It takes 21 days to break a bad habit

2009-03-24T08:55:00.004+02:00

It has been 21 days since my last post.

The wind was taken out of my sails, by the Cape Doctor, and so I quit The Argus Cycle Tour ± 8 kilometres after the start.
Next year.

We have just returned from an AWESOME holiday in Knysna. Thanks Liz. And Alex! And Ernie. And Mercedes. And Ugo. And Doug. And Rick. And Gail. And the Thesen family. And Raining Jane. And ABSA.

Shhh! I'm nervous.

2009-03-03T21:08:00.004+02:00

The recent dearth of opinionated writing, is absolutely due to pre-Argus Cycle Tour nerves.

Stop. Sign.

2009-02-17T13:55:00.005+02:00

I was sitting having a light lunch on this rather heavy day, when I overheard a table (comprising of three foreigners) talking about South Africa.

The eldest gentleman said:
"In South Africa a STOP sign is merely a suggestion."

How tragically true.

Gay or Straight?

2009-02-17T11:18:00.002+02:00

Does Joost bat for the other team?
You decide!

Cock Size

2009-02-17T11:08:00.002+02:00

Joost says “that few people know of my tattoo,
near a very private place”.

And that the man appearing in the video
had a “much larger penis” than his own.

Poor Joost.

Who does / does not want to be President?

2009-02-17T11:03:00.005+02:00

oink-oink!

2009-02-10T10:21:00.004+02:00

You can put lipstick on a pig.
It's still a pig.

You can wrap an old fish in a piece of paper called change.
It's still gonna stink.

We've had enough of the same old thing.

Barack Obama, 2008

Déjà vu

2009-02-09T11:49:00.007+02:00

Howard Centre Pinelands,
originally uploaded by DanieVDM.

Last Sunday.
Spur.
Strange story.

This Sunday.
Same Spur.
Same fucking story.

We were told - again - that the owner of the Pinelands Spur is too stingy to repair the TV in the Smoking Section.
Strange.

Same old. Same old.

I'm Ga-Ga about the Lady

2009-02-05T18:43:00.004+02:00

Lady GaGa.

I (should not) adore her music.

It invigorates me.
It's camp.

It makes me go Ga-Ga.

As I sit here with my Poker Face.

Pianississimo

2009-02-04T10:16:00.002+02:00

My silence
is a direct consequence
of the looming
Feb 5 deadline
for Tax Returns to be filed electronically
with South African Revenue Services.

Spurned

2009-02-02T10:01:00.007+02:00

I love waiters.
Not waitrons.
That WORD is bad.

It sounds like automaton.
Way too clinical.
And way too PC.

Yesterday we went to the Spur in Pinelands.
To watch tennis. Whatever.
I was informed by one of the waiters at the Cincinnati Spur, Pinelands, that the owner is way too tight-arsed to repair the TV.

Let me explain:
In the smoking section, which is where we sat (since we are all smokers) there are two ANTI-THEFT brackets - both of which are meant to have television sets mounted on them - for the patrons to watch.

One of the anti-theft brackets is empty. I must assume that the TV was stolen.
The other houses a non-functional TV. As it has done for some months.
There ARE other TV sets - that work - but they are all in the NON-SMOKING section.

When we suggested that the TV be repaired, the waiter informed us that: "the owner (of the Spur) would NEVER spend money on that! He wants to keep it all."

We requested Vodka Shots (chilled - how else do you serve them?) or Tequila Shots (chilled - how else do you serve them?) - and were informed that although the staff had, on numerous occasions, requested that these products be kept refrigerated - their request was denied.

We assumed that this is so as to save money.
For the owner.

Warm Tequila : Not Nice.
But we drank them anyway.

Sunday Eve

2009-02-01T20:29:00.003+02:00

Sunday evenings are depressing?
I totally disagree.
Any eve (or Adam, for that manner) could be depressing - it's up to you.

Welcome to the FIRST week of February. 2009.

Cycling.

Mountain Climbing.

Ball Boys

2009-02-01T14:41:00.003+02:00

Shhh! Don't tell my mama.

We're sitting in the SPUR - watching the Australian Open Men's Final. Nadal vs Federer.

There are 3 of us.

One supports Nadal.

One Supports Federer

And I support BOTH.

I win (or as the waiter says: LOSE) either way.

Eat Shit!

2009-02-01T11:40:00.015+02:00

Why do we, collectively, eat shit from Fast Food Franchises?
I am not about to debate the nutritional value of Fast Food Outlets, and their somewhat similar menus. Nor shall I question the eco-compliance of their vendors.

We, the client, pay them money, and they (the fast food outlet) supply us with the item, as shown in Hi-Def Glossy Print on their menus - or as we have come to expect.

Good.
Eat yourself to death.

But no!
Go to STEERS in Blouberg (on the beach road) and get treated.
Like shit. To shit.
Get your order fucked up - by unhappy, incompetent, unpleasant, rude, unhelpful, unaccommodating, unworthy staff.
And get NO sauces.
Not even one single fucking disgusting sauce!
GUARANTEED!

Fuck off.
I want my money back.
I want to vomit in front of your patrons.
And then wipe my arse with the refund voucher.
In front of your patrons.

Black Arse Blue

2009-02-01T10:35:00.010+02:00

Derive no pleasure from the failure of others.
And, yet, that is PRECISELY what I did.

Last night.

I wept.
With joy.

When Lopez thought her handbag had been snatched.
And jumped.

Off her bar stool.

And ran. And slipped. Down the steps. And fell. Her arse off.

KA-POW!
(Afrikaans: DOEF-DOEF)

I. Nearly. Pissed. Myself!

A person should not laugh at the failure of others.
But fuck that.

ps: Her handbag had not been snatched.
Her dementia wa caused by her excessive consumption of alcohol.

Bidet

2009-01-28T17:14:00.003+02:00

Today is my b/day.

Mel Aware

2009-01-27T07:32:00.016+02:00

When your regular Watering Hole becomes boring.
Move on.
There are fantastic places waiting to be discovered in the Southern Suburbs.

My #1 Favourite:
Mel's Village Kitchen
Tel: 021 685 6688
E-mail: mels@villagekitchen.co.za
Address: Rondebosch Village, Klipfontein Road, Rondebosch
Directions: M5 towards Muizenberg. Take Klipfontein turn-off and turn left at robots. Opposite Red Cross Children's Hospital next to Woolworths.
GPS Co-ordinates: 33°57'9.97"S, 18°29'17.81"E

Great food, great cocktails, great beer specials and Mel's Burger is TO DIE FOR! Well, not HER Burger - but rather the Burger named AFTER her.

My current SECOND Favourite:
The Sundowner Bar
City Lodge, Pinelands
Tel: 021 685 7944
E-mail: clpine.resv@citylodge.co.za
Address: Mowbray Golf Park, off Raapenberg Road, Pinelands, Cape Town
Directions: From Cape Town International Airport
Take the N2 City highway. Drive for approximately 12km.
Take the second Raapenberg Road/Pinelands offramp.
At stop street turn left into Raapenberg Road.
At the first set of traffic lights, turn right, past the golf club.
GPS Co-ordinates: 33°56'52.53"S, 18°29'25.08"E

The WORST décor in town, and desperate service to boot - but what a FANTASTIC venue - especially in Summer when you should sit outside, next to the pool.

A few fantastic others: Chai Yo, The Wild Fig, The River Club, Poncho's (in Obz) as well as Babbo's.

I have been eclipsed

2009-01-26T11:32:00.003+02:00

The partial solar eclipse of earlier today was impressive. For the simple reason that it would appear that ALL Capetonians waited at home until AFTER the eclipse - before heading off to work this AM. I left home at 09:30 - and the traffic into Cape Town was unbelievable. It took me 35 minutes just to get to the Foreshore. Fuck.
All the bad drivers.
In town.

I have now returned to the relative sanity of the Southern Suburbs. Phew. It's great being back.

Matt Black - Pornstar

2009-01-25T08:58:00.008+02:00

My voyeuristic desires remain, somewhat surprisingly, unappeased by my attendance (TWICE) of the Tattoo Convention yesterday.

Instead, the car pictured here REALLY stole my imagination.

Matte Black is the new Black in town. And it is so much easier to keep clean.

I thought HE was pretty impressive, too!

For more: "MASTERS OF SKIN", by Selene Brophy

Unconventional

2009-01-24T11:21:00.002+02:00

Today is Saturday.
I'm off to the Tattoo Convention.
@ CTICC

Cricket

2009-01-24T10:35:00.003+02:00

Beer
Boys
Balls
Boxes.

Beer,
Beer,
Beer.
Beautiful
Boys.
Plenty
of
Balls.
And
Boxes.

Pumping

2009-01-23T07:47:00.001+02:00

Despite my five hundred 500 Server Errors of late, iTunes still pumps out the digital content that I request.
When I request.
As I request it.

This I do not understand. If the pipe is blocked, then ALL users downstream should surely receive only a trickle. But NO! Log into iTunes and purchase ANY song - and watch the invisible music download as fast as ever.

Dear , are YOU the internet?
Or do you merely own it?

Friday(s)

2009-01-23T06:15:00.007+02:00

Fridays make me happy,
They entice me with their looseness.
And they are easy, too.
They prove to me that the week that was, was.
And they promise the hope, the possibility, of a good weekend.
They shine enticingly.
DO NOT TOUCH.
BUT IF YOU MUST, YOU MAY.
GRAB IT FIRMLY.
TIGHTLY.
THROTTLE ME, YOU FUCK!
JERK ME OFF!

ADSL

2009-01-22T18:05:00.010+02:00

A
Damn
Sore
Loser

My port was clogged this morning.

So I called the Telkom Internet Broadband Support Desk on 0800375375. My call was attended to the moment I had waded through the voice prompts. Impressed was I. Muneeb seemed to be a great help. After 45 minutes the call ended. And my problems persisted. I did as told. Logged the fault on TELKOMSA.NET
And heard nothing further from my ISP.

I then called the SAME Telkom Internet Broadband Support Desk on 0800375375 this afternoon. Brandon attempted to assist me. He was very upset that Muneeb had NOT given me a Reference Number. After about 5 minutes our call ended. Without Brandon giving me a Reference Number either!

A snooze and 2 hours later of "No Luck" I called the SAME Telkom Internet Broadband Support Desk on 0800375375 and spoke with Mark. He immediately gave me a Reference Number (or REFNUM, as he called it), sent me an automated SMS confirming my logging of the fault, informed me that Telkom were attending to the fault, and wished me a pleasant life.

Approximately 15 minutes later all seems to up and running again. Oops. Spoke too soon. Another hiccup. No wait - all is fine again.

Thank you Mark. A little effort (aka Following The Correct Procedure) and I'm out of your hair - and out of you call queue.

And happy.

Not with the service, but rather with my connectedness.

Another little hiccup - and some flatulence, and we're online again.

What the problem was, no-one seems to know.

Nor do they really give a fuck about it.

People who live in White Houses should not throw shoes

2009-01-22T07:00:00.003+02:00

DO NOT throw shoes for peace. The only profiteers are Manolo Blahnik, Jimmy Choo and Vera Wang. Maybe Nike and Adidas, too. Rather donate them to a charity of your choice.
Unless you are throwing Crocks. In that case, throw them as far away as possible. Nobody wants them. No charity needs them. They serve no purpose. Rid yourself of their burden.

Za haha did it!

2009-01-22T04:25:00.008+02:00

I adore the designs of
Zaha Hadid.
She of Iraqi birth.
I worship the designs of
Philippe Starck.
He of French origin.
I enjoy the designs of
Tom Ford.
The American.

How, out of such conflict of nationality, can such beauty erupt? I understand that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Am I myopic? Am I in turmoil? Am I the design whore?

Behold. Me!

1st Follower

2009-01-21T17:12:00.007+02:00

I have my 1st follower.

Thank you Alex.

I wonder if Jesus / Ghandi / Mohammed / Shiva / Buddha / Ray McCauley / Eva Duarte de Perón experienced the same thrill when they realised that they, too, had their FIRST FOLLOWER.
Or is the mere recognition of a FIRST FOLLOWER so infra dig, that I should blush at this post?

My Monster is Graceless

2009-01-21T14:01:00.009+02:00

I am so fucking bored I should die.
I am listening to Philip Glass (Monsters of Grace). That is not why I am bored. In fact, the music that pulses through me, is my only excitement.

I am graced by my own monsters. Nay, demons.
I have developed my boredom. Bored. Become so, by my own hand. Without regret. Uncraving. To the multitude who drain me, I say: "Fuck off!"
To those few who occasionally (seldom) tolerate me, I say: "Welcome."

Scene 8: Let The Letter Read You

Why stay so long where your words are scattered
and doing no good. I've sent a letter a day
for a hundred days. Either you don't read the mail,
or you've forgotten how to leave.

The Beast

2009-01-21T10:12:00.006+02:00

How much protection does a saviour require?

And why?

How sniper-proof is a donkey?
How nuclear resistant is a manger?
How sealed is a cave?
How liberating is a prison cell?
How accessible is one in isolation?

Let freedom rule!

The Day That Was

2009-01-21T09:35:00.006+02:00

ATTENTION.
All the fun and fanfare has now passed. The Americans have a new President. The world has (apparently) now got new hope.

And yet we are all still in precisely the same old shit that we were in yesterday.
And the day before that.
And the day before that, too!

The megatrons have been powered down, dismantled, packaged and shipped.

Tears were shed. And yet jubilation reigned supreme. Speeches have been over-analysed. Omissions have been hailed. Inclusions - debated. To what end?

The sun still rises in the East. The moon will continue to wax & wane. Suffering will not end. Poverty, death, disease and greed prevail.

O Happy Day! O Happy Thoughts!
And so now: To Work!

Inaugu-What The Fuck?

2009-01-20T13:27:00.007+02:00

The 20th of January. 2009.

Obama Day.
And we all (the world) sit holding our collective breath.

Hoping, desperately, for a better future. In our naivety we pin our hopes on one single individual. And we hope that that individual will change our future.

Please, do not call me negative. Nor a heathen. Nor sceptical.

I merely find it absolutely fascinating that our joint intellect will not comprehend that our future is up to us.

As individuals.

Mr Obama, I am certain, has no idea of the magnitude of his responsibility to us, the needy masses.

I pity him. And weep for humankind.