Excerpt from Conversations with an Alien

My computer's a bit fucked this morning - hungover and questioning the meaning of his existence; he's been through rough times lately; uneasy childhood. He uses acting out as a defence mechanism, he doesnt understand we're all in the same boat, just trying to find a reason to wake up and get working.

I need a cigarette.
I am enlightened.
I dont have any bread.
And I dont have any cigarettes.

What's the point of anything? When you don't have any bread see how you feel. Have you ever eaten peanut butter on fucking shredded wheat? Dont ever - you'll want to kill yourself.

Think kindly of this subterranean homesick alien for she lacks a web presence and I cannot link to her. She is on a facebook though.

Tadah!

Yes, I have successfully created another blog which I hope I shall be able to update at frequent intervals.

Now hop along to These Indians are Crazy

Desert Verse

Scarab beetle run along
Through the desert sands
If the wind should blow you o'er
It won't slow you down
For you'll surely wriggle back

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See the camel labour on
Through the desert sands
If this hardship he won't weather
Chewing ponderously
Then his hide will soon be leather

Triumphant Return!

I'm back! Yes! Expect posts soon.

My humps!

I'm off to Rajasthan! Wheeeeeeeeeeeeee!