Rem Shennanigans.
Monday 1:45 p.m.
I just said, "Awright," to one flatheid. Honest, that was all I did! So since the last post on Wednesday, I've:
1) Been to brilliant production at the Traverse, called Petrol Jesus Nightmare. Best thing I've seen for ages. Of course, it got mixed reviews, but me and the kiddo spoke to the director last night and reassured him that it was terrific. The acting was really committed and superb.
2) Saw a terrific tumbling acrobats act called the Caesar Twins. And a stand-up called Ed Byrne.
3) Went to a party in the wilds of Ayrshire.
4) Visited a relative in Lanarshire.
5) Went to a party celebrating someone's homecoming from Africa.
6) Went to another good play at the Traverse last night.
So I didn't get out of bed today till after noon. Dearie, dearie me! It's almost like being normal!
I'm going to develope a secret vice. Something I can't talk to flatheids about. So I'm at this party in Ayrshire and, being the west, folk are very friendly and chatty (and almost all of them out of their faces on something!), and they want to know what you've been doing.
Well, I've spent as much of the last five weeks meditating as I could manage. I mean, I'm starting to sound completely mad. Yeah, I'm hoping to get into a bit of primordial awareness, man. But of all the people I knew there, not one of them will ever get ra bliss! Not one! You could tell them about ra bliss till you're blue in the face, but not one of them .... that amazed me for a bit, so it did.
I'm speaking to the boy who's getting over the brain haemorraghe (?). The pain seemed well etched in his memory. Right off the scale this, the unimaginably painful pain. So painful that it made him throw up anywhere. He received the last rights twice. Then he wakens up two days later with this big tube sticking out of his forehead.
Still, although bits of his self had not returned, the bit that was left could get out off its face with the best of them! Undaunted by exploding brains in the west.
If anyone dasses to risk me fisk
It's "boff" and it's "wham", un'erstand
So, keep good behaviour
That's your one life saver
with Popeye the sailor man.
00:53 A.M.
The joes are just joes. They can say what they like. Say, they say that you cannot do this, or accomplish that. Then you have to remember that they are just joes. Maybe they say they know something you don't know. We have to laugh at that, Joe! They know something you don't know? Joes, Joe.
I just said, "Awright," to one flatheid. Honest, that was all I did! So since the last post on Wednesday, I've:
1) Been to brilliant production at the Traverse, called Petrol Jesus Nightmare. Best thing I've seen for ages. Of course, it got mixed reviews, but me and the kiddo spoke to the director last night and reassured him that it was terrific. The acting was really committed and superb.
2) Saw a terrific tumbling acrobats act called the Caesar Twins. And a stand-up called Ed Byrne.
3) Went to a party in the wilds of Ayrshire.
4) Visited a relative in Lanarshire.
5) Went to a party celebrating someone's homecoming from Africa.
6) Went to another good play at the Traverse last night.
So I didn't get out of bed today till after noon. Dearie, dearie me! It's almost like being normal!
I'm going to develope a secret vice. Something I can't talk to flatheids about. So I'm at this party in Ayrshire and, being the west, folk are very friendly and chatty (and almost all of them out of their faces on something!), and they want to know what you've been doing.
Well, I've spent as much of the last five weeks meditating as I could manage. I mean, I'm starting to sound completely mad. Yeah, I'm hoping to get into a bit of primordial awareness, man. But of all the people I knew there, not one of them will ever get ra bliss! Not one! You could tell them about ra bliss till you're blue in the face, but not one of them .... that amazed me for a bit, so it did.
I'm speaking to the boy who's getting over the brain haemorraghe (?). The pain seemed well etched in his memory. Right off the scale this, the unimaginably painful pain. So painful that it made him throw up anywhere. He received the last rights twice. Then he wakens up two days later with this big tube sticking out of his forehead.
Still, although bits of his self had not returned, the bit that was left could get out off its face with the best of them! Undaunted by exploding brains in the west.
If anyone dasses to risk me fisk
It's "boff" and it's "wham", un'erstand
So, keep good behaviour
That's your one life saver
with Popeye the sailor man.
00:53 A.M.
The joes are just joes. They can say what they like. Say, they say that you cannot do this, or accomplish that. Then you have to remember that they are just joes. Maybe they say they know something you don't know. We have to laugh at that, Joe! They know something you don't know? Joes, Joe.
posted by Hotboy at 1:52 PM
6 Comments:
wow it sounds like youve been busy...i have too but at least you can put an interesting spin on it. is the petrol jesus nightmare production a film or a play? what was the storyline?
JutAw: The Petrol Jesus Nightmare was a first night of a play. I get two free tickets for these events because ... I must be on a list! Anyway, it started with two Israeli soldiers in a room in Jerusalem. There's constant gunfire. They are joined by a captain and two Americans he's trying to escort and protect. But the two Americans are .... well, mad. One of them is the widow of a fascist rabbi from New York and the other is a Texan evangelical. Both of these are extremists and want to destroy the mosque that sits where the old Jewish temple used to be. So the Texan wants it destroyed so the Christ's second coming can happen and the fascist rabbi's widow ... well, she just hates just about everything. The acting at the Traverse is always good, but these performances were exceptional!
Thanks for the comment!
~M
hb - THE ONLINE REVIEWS are positive. Would it be possible to rewrite the Buddha And The Big Bad Wolf as a play? Just give it a twist to make it more topical. Say, set it in the islands, then just wait till the McDonald Islands conflict flares up. Bingo! You clean up, transfer to Broadway, etc.
Just a thought.
PS - thanks for making the effort to pull in some female admirers yourself. Takes the pressure off me.
Who is Joe?
Wow, you have been busy, just a mr. socialite!
Poor guy with the brain hemorrhage. Was he at the party that quickly after it happened?
~xo
Lee Ann: I think the boy's brain exploded last year, or before that. Great conversationalist though! Hotboy
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