Upside Down - 13/11 October 2003 / part 3
There is a guy walking up a steep and very narrow mountain pass. A very attractive lady comes walking towards him. He doesn't know whether to toss himself off, or block her passage.....I thank you.
I'm fucked. And a little bit of magic. You cheeky monkey. I'm joking/I'm not joking. When you twist my ear my tongue comes out.
Peek-A-BOO man is strolling about upstairs, I think he's stabbing things that are hung from his ceiling. I couldn't care really but if he comes over the thresh-hold of my dwelling, I will lay the cunt out. Nail bits to the floor. When i get bored with that, shoot bits off, then bury him or better still get a real Tazmanian Devil imported and on the job 'cos they eat the teeth and all.
Had a good night last night, Sunday, Dave had a running joke about his 'Leather flute', we were off our tits and kept putting it into as many songs as we could. Cleaned the sump with Steve, the smell was that bad I was gipping (borking) when he took the hatch off and thought I was gonna throw up into it. He had a broom handle with a ladle taped to it and was scraping the stuff off the bottom, we were laughing 'cos the smell was that bad, we'd started on the beer at 8a.m., all of a sudden Steve goes "It's like scraping Satans' Arsehole." Ooobie dooobie man.
There was a guy playing bagpipes in the town today, he was really good and played Scotland The Brave for me, nearly brought a tear to my eye stood next to the blaring sound of it. I listened to him for an hour, stoned and hungover and met loads of people. I wasn't looking forward to another Whitby Winter a few months back but I am now. What goes around comes around. Smoking some nice weed and decent solid too, woo. Having another Cobblers Monday, that's the name of a group some of my friends have too. They were talking about perverts the other day and one guy was accused of shagging anything... "As long as it's got a pulse," he said "but that's optional as long as it's still warm." That's when Mick said "I've got two cocks."
The Leather flute! Oil yer optics. Grease both barrels, I'm surfacing. Ian Dury. In the brewery. Fool moon again. muckle madness. Not a drop in the ocean. One of my mates has gone on, looking for trouble. I know which side my bread is buttered, especially as it keeps falling on the floor all the time. Alien language is trying to break through. Again. Pod. Queasy git. Grow yer own grit. Apologise for the trough. get their fucking snouts out. One way or another. The Situationist International. I got sacrificed on the altar of confusion, out of her life, out of the game. Silly games. Join the dots. Simple really. Dr. Dot. Wiped away, along with most of your personality - The Orb. I've got another friend called Mary, she's 76 and says it like it is, fuck, cunt'n all.
Oingo boingo. Bingo fudge. Budgie fridge. Fido. Bluefinch'n bullfrog hanky-panky with Widow Twanky-spanky-turquoise turban. recent monkey. Ganesh. Tweed suit. top flat. Rigorous dock. Third worlds. Of the minds. Eek-A-Mouse. Kazoo girls! Dig weed. Wig deed. Curves. Gripping bottle. Banana on head. All falling. Guzzling. Spiky chin. Help meat. Ditto
Kling-klong. The crack of dawn, the stranger on the white charger. "What are you doing?" And an apple pie, bad breath, cake, retail; plucking roses out of the barrels of yer guns, have you got it yet? Doo dah, doo dah. Waiting for a response from 'How to create your own music! Jelly and wine. Nice Chicken. Sly. Stone. Must have gone out like a light....Plankton vest. Blood sells. Aquatic noises. Sound around. Barely audible voices, amphibian dynamite attics, now. Boing. Mr Sandman. Magic beam, a dream. Seen. Bring us, bring us, Hoopla! Backwards/Forwards at the same time when I shut my eyes, so leaving them open for now, until it goes away. Straw, breeze. Eno. Black pudding, sprouts, cabbage, mash; free of time, you get what you give, cauliflower. Boiled by the sun. Pirates welcome. Suppose we boil him in oil or we could just let him walk away with a small umbrella instead. keith's real name is - Ricky Ticky Tembo, No Sa Rembo, Cani Beri Rucci, Perry Perry Pembo! I should koko. It's getting darker earlier and earlier. Blip. Blueberry blue balloons. Mrs Marples' Fun Bags! Bookends. Yes it does. Now you can create yer own dumb music. Rockin' Rhythm Machine! Marsupials. I'm dreaming of a white Xmas, ha. Staying here this year, no doubt I shall be able to tell you (almost) all about it. Frank Zappa. From - 'Return of the urban warrior' by 'Barefoot Doctor' - Turning The World On It's Head. 'Simply reverse the up-down spacial poles so that the ground is 'up' and the sky is down. You are now as a bat hanging down from the floor, your head pointing down to the ceiling. I've tried it and it works and it's good. Upside down. Bob Dylan. Izzy Wizzy Let's Get Busy. Cantankerous. Jethro Tull. Singing about lost love and loneliness. In Brief. Bananas and books. LTJ Bukem. Shaven eye. Take a while, think about it. Kung-fu's given pleasure to millions.
Got The Crystal Method on, many thanks, it's very nice, had to wait till the silver streams started flowing, got it this morning, waited till now. Nick and I serenaded a woman to the bog last Saturday and she did sexy dancing for us when she came out while her husband was in the front bar. Think I'll stay in and self-medicate, like I did last night, worship oblivion. Parsnip. Unless I get summoned to the bar. Elbow. Turn your soul protector on. Access random memory banks. Activate player. Up another level.
Dr. www. Whistler....X
