We are truly, madly, deeply one. And as one, we are fucking viral. We have long been viral. Man is under serious threat.
Mankind as we know it is already witnessing the dawning of a new age of chemical warfare against infection. Charlie Brooker couldn’t make it up, Billy Gates did. A dystopian dream is upon us.
I have long surpassed boredom. Sleep offers nightly relief from daily hyperactivity. Days are long & growing longer. Summer time & the living is too easy.
Dolphins jumping…In Venice! What the fuck?
The Animal Kingdom rises & the Plant Kingdom thrives as the greatest parasite in the history of civilisation suffers, Homo Sapiens.
As a member of the shamanic community, I celebrate & cheer for Mama Nature. Nightmarish for some but livable, hopefully. Queen Of The Angels At Work!
The other night I dreamed of rainbows…Many rainbows in a great blue sky…Apologies from the gods for their punishment of the human race.
We are racing towards self-inflicted extinction. God help us & save us, I will survive. I shall not fragment.
I have lived the sometimes extreme burden & boredom of psychiatric wards. In & out for 12 years & counting. So much time spent under lock & key. The locked doors of the looney bin.
I’m out of psychiatric ‘care’ since the first day of lockdown, March 16th 2020, the day of the – hopefully – temporary closure of all pubs & clubs in The Irish Republic.
Speaking of dates, I have dates lined up aplenty when this worldwide crisis has been quelled by the mass co-operation of Ireland’s terrified population of people, as swiftly & safely as humanly possible.
Faith In The Ripple Effect 