Fish heads running for Reign

We were fish
Used to be
Or still
Are
That fish that swam
Through and under
Your seams
Your seams of creation
Are not the seamen
Those are beget of Adam

Illigitimate is he
See see seen
The seaman
Not a fish
Long and wet
With life
Scales glisten
Scales glide
Before being scraped
By the seen sea man.

We were fish

Your BlackBerry

On the contrary there is absolutely nothing wrong with deleting. Deleting files, music and deleting sentimental pictures from your cellphone is advisable. Your BlackBerry will love you.

Stigmata

I am having in depth thoughts about stigmata, or 'the stigmata'.
Hail the movie for it is some kind of freaky.

Stigmata
* Stigmata = The Holy Ghost
The holy ghost is fairly pronounced as the holy spirit which 'came down', was dispersed or anticipated after the death of Jesus Christ. Stigmata?

*Stigmata = A soul saved
Christians accept Jesus Christ into them as lord and saviour and therefore accept his scars perforated by the cross. Stigmata?

* Pity for Christ?
Catherine se' cunt

What the stigmata proves to me is that all our infatuations can be so incredibly real. A hieroglyph, a wank? Which is more deceiving?

END

a drop of torrets for vanessa

paranoid tales are dropped daily by dead voices. down tubes clogged with powdery secretions of a womb that once passed, over our heads. missed it. now its dead.

Nausea

I have started reading another book by Satre, Nausea. What attracted me to the book is the title. For I have my own daily nausea I suffer through. It is not any regular nausea, like from drinking too much beer or eating food that is off. This comes at random and is sickening to the bone. No, you do not puke, you do not faint. You just feel utterly helpless.
It feels like you have been propelled a thousand leagues in the air. There is nothing to hold on to up there. It feels like a black hole in your stomach.

Then I got laid the other night. Now I am starting to feel less and less nauseous.

Here is a thought

There is this over zealous rush to nationalise our gold mines, to nationalise every other thing they mine in south africa you can think of and do not possess. Yes, it is great that Julius Malema is making a noise about it. But has anyone ever thought that the mines might be EMPTY? I don't know... think about it.

Insane?

There is a lot going on around us. Some is visible to the naked eye and most is not. Often I feel it prickling in the air. My skin tingles and my brain tries desperately to get itself around it. But it evades me. Constantly. Like that dream you know you should remember but never do.
I have been hearing so many rumours about our world coming to an end lately. Yes, such rumours have always existed. Think back to the Y2K scare of 1999 as the world sleepily rolled over to the year 2000. It has always been a baseless fear that spreads like a virus and paralizes even the most reasonable of persons. With these current rumours, i wonder if they are really baseless. Australia and everywhere else with a name seems to be drowning under an insistent flood. Except for Africa it seems. The drought here still seems to be marching on. Leaving us undone.
There has been an increase in a wild spiritual awareness that I am noticing even among my friends. The heretic "hippies" [hippie should be classified as a swear word] who are contantly druged up on one hallucinogen or other.

Every thing seems to be unclassified these days. Social networks are gluing us to a non-existent reality that we have come to accept as our own. People are playing dangerous mind games with each other only to see who will burn the most. Who can stand up to satan and survive.

Who is this unsung hero that will emerge from these ashes? Iqhawe lama qhawe.