the profundity in profanity

sweet music in my ears of a summers day, may all my troubles fade away
like the chorus of the morning bird; now is gone: need not say a word...

or something like that :P






welcome dear fellows to another thrilling installment of 'look who cant spell words with more than 3 syllables'! today we'll be looking into dyslexia, and why it affects people (more specificly, me....but only when i'm writing blogs...)

but first, an appology: im sorry..... my last blog depressed some of you who read it (well its only going to be those who read it....durr). it was an emotional outburst which i will try and keep to myself....i realise that some of you readers (though few) must be wondering why im not funny anymore....well, for this, i also appologise....and i also say, 'fack off and what a comedian' :D

and so to business ladies and jellyspoons..... what a day to be alive hey XD
and have you heared........Ayatollah Khamenei thinks the UK is evil and unacceptable.....
i couldnt agree more you bastard

just check out this video on the BBC website:
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk_politics/8109303.stm

shit.......
so lets get this straight: the americans won the war in iraq..... we arent very good in the olympics..... we usually suck at eurovision..... (we pretty much fail at most things)..... BUT.....we are THE MOST evil western country.... (a small victory i feel XD......go us! (no not US) )

last time i checked, evil was a matter of perspective, and to condemn someone to the status of evil was both slanderous and fucking mean.... i reacon we should start a war against Ayatollah Khamenei .... not iran..... just him...

launch all of the UK and US's best military wepons, and aim them at his house....or cave.... whatever (yes this can be mildly construed as racisum.....but look, im still writing so this must prove something....i dont actually give a toss)

who want BBQ :P




no back to the usuall, less depressive, 'thought for the day!!!!!!'

short and sweet:
is it me, or does Grace Jones look like a transvestite....and a bad 1 at that.....
just look at this picture (adding pics doesnt work today for sum bloody inconvinent reason)
http://www.kalamu.com/bol/wp-content/content/images/grace%20jones%2015.jpg



so.....as ever: CRA (comment, rate, appreciate)

life's a beach.....

today, i thought, 'what the hell, i fancy a sex change'....so i went to the sea side :D

cold, wet, tired, risking hypothermia......but we're british, so we marched on, with a smile on our face and fire in our hearts..... till people started getting REALLY cold.....then we thought a tactical retreat was in order...

unfortunatly, the sanctity of sanity was fully booked, so we had to make do with a wet stretch of concrete....with guitars, food, and a football we stumbled upon....probably had AIDS on it, but we had a laugh!.... :P
was fun though...great time with great people. me and gwyn and jullian are official lovers by the way.

i wanted to talk about bed, today. the best invention since the condom. a place where anything can happen, from a first kiss, to building a little fort....watching tv, to watchin tv over the shoulder of the person you're having sex with...

bed is the only place you can feel warm and cozy and safe....untill it gets too hot and you realise its on fire...
you can curl up in it in the mornings and regress to a time when things were a damn sight simpler.....like aged 6 :P
dream in complete silence....or holding the person you love...its all gurd :D
just dont do a....yes thats right...-insert fanfair-.. a 'michael jackson'





and now for something different (here ends the funny):

tonight, im not going to leave you with a 'thought for the day'. instead im going to leave you with its brother: 'question for the day'

unfortunatly, i do feel this is cliched in all aspects....but i had to ask: has anyone had the 'perfect moment'? the space of time that you want to stop and re-live, but never change a thing....the one time in your existance that you fully appreciate everything, and see things as they are: how they are supposed to be perceived....and yet you are content with the world around you...not needing to question the wonder and unfathomable beauty of the landscape, the emelents, the company, and (at the heart of it) life.

if i told you that i had, i'd be a liar. to be enitrly honest....and to shatter the thoughts of others with my unquestionably high standards in this aspect....i dont think, annalysing everything, that i've even been in love at all.....let alone experienced perpetual bliss.
(a depressing concept that has made me feel hollow....but a true understanding of my mind and soul.)

to be allowed to enter my life, you have to be special. i have a thing about people who upset others.... if you do one thing to annoy me, then i do keep it locked inside.... if you persist in your annoyance, i let you know...... i have a very good memory and i am very good at lying to someones face. (something i am both proud and disgusted at myself about)

you call me hun, sexy, babe, darlin.....i judge you..... and more often than not, i have to resist the urge to walk away. i act. thats the only reason i am friends with several people. (you really dont know how much some people make me sad....actually sad. why cant we just get along in a way that makes me feel less like walking away from your tone, or the stuff that you say, or the general things that you do....?)

by the way, if i want to be your friend, i'll let you know....and i'll do this in a way that is visible to all... i'll comunicate in a normal way....... however there is a difference in me between friendship and avoiding social awkwardness......eg: i'd give my worst enemy the time, but i wouldnt hang out with him....

welcome to the land of mental perversion, where everthing is distorted in such a way as to make me lie to myself, that everything is ok....ive been doing it for years.... it's so easy to say 'i love you' or 'you really are amazing'....or anything....they're just words! and even the dumbest fool can make a lie seem real, even to himself: to train himself to believe it is fact, like 'i love you'.... only upon annalysing can he truly see what he has done to himself and others.

probably way too much said for one night: good luck digesting....if you so wish...



now....the prosecution has the floor: ........

Lewis Pearce: based on the original character by Charles Dickins

(and a stunned silence falls over the perplexed crowd!)- i aim to please :P

bonjour, and thank you for joining me on my voyage of discovery into the abyss....you'd better start writing your will now because with me at the helm, christ knows when we're getting back..

2 days hath passed since our last debarcal....2 days of nonchalance and disbelief at england winning the cricket.... 2 days of alright weather....2 days of knowing that somethings gonna give....and now we look at it and realise.....the thing that gave was....school.

(more importantly, lessons, and the sheer cheek the bloody teachers have of picking up a frigging text book, trying to pass on their knowlage to us, as if they were respectable adults....pfft! i shudder to think they get paid to stand there and reel off facts from books, they themselves know jack shit about! such a waste of good time.....)

soooo....it seems we find ourselves in the unfortunate possition again my comorades....you dont want to read this, i dont particularly want to write it..... if anyone says they DO want to read several hundred words, i have one word for you:

LIAR

but anyways........ i keep wanting to write something about a topic to spark some angst and aggression, along with a healthy dose of controversy.....but i fear this is too early to write about politics and religion......

all i will say on these topics so far is;

religion: anyone who doesnt take messages in religious texts, at face value, is a fool who i have no desire to share my oxygen with...please leave

politics: the shit has hit the fan people!

but the blog for today will consist of a question: should i continue to write these types of blogs, promoting humor at the expense of the masses....or should i write stuff from the heart, (depressing at times, humerous at others) mainly portraying myself in a light few of you have ever seen?

its tough for me because i never get into a situation that warents me opening up....and as research has shown.....over 26 percent of people older than a million, are dead......and that using a computer to write your feelings allows you to psycologically connect to your emotions in a way that face-to-face interaction cannot allow.

so....if people could get back to me....much appreciated

and the inevitable....thought for the day!

in 3-d

after much contemplation, i feel the name of 'britains got tallent' should be changed to the more suitable....'britain might have tallent somewhere but we cant find it so we'll exploit what we've got'....(thoughts?)

the one touching story i grasped from this whole manifestation of crap, was Susan Boyle....surely she is the benchmark......c'mon stig-of-the-dump.... aspire to be her!

all i can think of when i see her (cruel ino) is the conversation her parents had with the doctor after she was born.....

''congratulations mr and mrs boyle, its a beautifull boy!!.....wait... my mistake....it looks like some kind of wookie..... ah yes....its a grinch..... all i can say is, my appologies, and my condolances: what a truly unfortunate looking baby you have......you have my pitty.''

but she can FOOKING SING!!!!! ugly as sin with the voice of an angel.....god did fuck up, didnt he....

but after her stay in re-hab, we can but hope that this lady-of-the-night, disolves into our minds and back into the depths of obscurity from whence she came......

but here's a charming photo of her anyways :P

CRA peop's (and i mean everyone this time!)