endless time

how would you feel 

if everything happened forever 

if every moment of your life was still ongoing 

everything always in total contradiction 

i want the unexpected

off script, dumbfound me

astonish me quick 

with your attention to retail 

when they finish the history books we’ll see

we just have to just accept the past

it happened

i think about time a lot, the hopeless impossibility of the past, its unchanging nature, its doubtful nature. do facts remain or do they change over time? i worry that the despots of the past, henry 8, pope urban, alexander the great, ghengis khan become sanitised by history. i dread a work 1000 years hence on which the crimes of fascism are forgotten or decontextualised and hitler is remembered as some great socialist leader. perhaps in an eerie, whitewashed slave globe. 

it’s important to remember that the rich and powerful are only in it for themselves. the pharos put their slaves to death. the romans were a plunder economy. social democracy is not normal and if we want it we always have to fight for it.

love me like a holocaust

influenced by scottish ned culture

a natty factagonal 

revolutionary rear guard

my interest is piqued,

love me like a holocaust 

quirkful monogamy 

unpromised and distant 

transient specs

in the universal scheme

sonic balance 

tripping me

who was influenced by scottish bed culture? pretty sure i read it on wikipedia. maybe it was gerry cinnamon. love me like a holocaust is a maniac reference. it was a difficult time. my mid life crisis was unwinding and i had sought refuge in the angsty left wing rock n roll of my teenaged years. 

christmas cheer from ear to ear

i was sent from outer space 

to complain about the traffic here

with christmas cheer from ear to ear

and elephants never forget new year

there is finite information 

in any place at any time

but my question relates to the data 

pertaining to time past

i mean, i feel the breath leave my body: 

how can i get it back? 

the last couple of years, my friends from university have sent me a christmas cars which is a picture their son drew. they are always quite absurd, and i hope to receive more of them. being, essentially, and adult child, i like to try and reply with something on theme. so last year my christmas card was an elephant wearing a santa hat standing next to its igloo. i hope the tradition carries on, but d and k’s eldest son is in high school now so perhaps he will outgrow it. i certainly have no plans to outgrow drawing my own christmas card in response to anyone who sends me one they themselves have drawn. 

no ai pish though.