This is it

it may be a funny thing this last post on this particular place that i made just a fleeting observation or the final nail in what i'd hoped would be a stupid era, just a fleeting madness that society was willing to accept.

But as time has worn on me like a soaked heavey jumper wears on a rain drenched free festival atendee on the 5th day

its has become heavy

if only to become worrysome

a drain.

this is not to say i have nothing to say

but it is in fact the simple fact i have found a niche i enjoy.

To tell you how to stay away from people like me...
people who try and cause trouble,
people who want you to see the validity of yourselves -
despite ourselves.

or to befriend people exactly like me in the ways only
people can act while being all aloof...well this is not my bag at all...

we should be us.

with warmth, understanding and perserverance.

there was a time when people who for one reason or another,
didn't understand me with such hatred and misunderstanding that i left my abode.

i left the country. not before making a movie about it.
(and this is available and guess what; free to see and watch & goof off on!)

and set up shop anew. I AM STILL HERE NOW.

i chose to be an outlaw from normality prison...
oh, it was 12 years ago now.

not withstanding or without the obvious shit

bank accounts remain
and food still needs to be bought

and alas. i cannot divulge the seriousness of my situation.

But the series of events of the last 2 years have led me to know.

And see in all reality, that if this is not nipped and tucked like some bizarre californian cosmetic political
powers nosejob or jawline extension procedeure, we as a species may be done for.

In the days we seemed to know...to all of us back then -
you'll know the names but i'll spare you them...
for my own preservation of ego - it was a fakers game,
a little went a long way back in those old days of slight hope.
we may have to face a new future without having to tell the
entire story over and over again to the new generations who come after us.

LONG STORY SHORT; I have been here before.

and with much gnashing of psychnautic endevour - wanting to see so much -
most of what you are seeing now was on the cards 20 years ago...
and i, along with many others you know and love... were in on the bottom floor back then.

i am not about to repeat myself infinitely wasting whatever it is, the life juice, that i have left.

Please forward all transmissions herein, i will be most grateful.

remember; one without each other. is a minus number.

i will miss you fellow traveller.

this is not the place or time to discuss plans.

get what you can from what i have left.

there will be Poetry, Art and Music.

it will be unrepentantly stupid, a little pretentious, in my own way.

i will never stop

with love. yours

make better lives

love each other

Paul. (Poet)

here's what i want to be getting on with

(MP3 audio file for poem: Boomtime)