Wednesday, 15 February 2006

I feel light...


Man, I just started reading The Psychopath's Bible and I'm lovin' it!
Christopher S. Hyatt and Dr. Jack Willis are very cleaver manic depressives who can't be taken seriously, or literaly. I love it! It's evil, inspiring, sick.

Buy it at Amazon.co.uk

Tuesday, 14 February 2006

Happy Valentine's Day!

Tuesday, 7 February 2006

Comics for vegetables

Wednesday, 1 February 2006

Time


Time is actually speeding up (or collapsing). For thousands of years the Schumann Resonance or pulse (heartbeat) of Earth has been 7.83 cycles per second. The military have used this as a very reliable reference. However, since 1980 this resonance has been slowly rising. It is now over 12 cycles per second! This mean there is the equalivant of less than 16 hours per day instead of the old 24 hours. Another intrepetation is - we, or rather Consciousness have been down this same road seven times before over the last 16 billion years. Each of these cycles of Creation runs 20 times faster than the last one. The same amount of Creation is paced 20 times tighter. This is why time seems to be going so fast. It is not "time" but Creation itself that is accelerating.

More eschatology

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Yesterday

It's 8 in the morning, bloody cold outside. Carrying my 'The Time Traveler's Wife' I walk down the steps with sparks in my eyes. Love.
I wonder if anyone is awake. I don't think so. It's too early and I remember last night noisy mission of building a shower where the bogs are. They stayed up till late mixing cement, fitting pipes. Anyway, as I walk down the stairs I meet K. 'Good morning!' 'Good morning.' (I'm the one with the exclamation mark). 5 seconds of silence. She works in a bookshop now, so I show her my book, asking if she likes it. She says, 'Oh, there's loads of books like that in the market now. I don't like this kind of books.'
I sigh. And smile. K loves putting things into boxes. I'm glad she works in a bookshop now. She can organize all books into sections, as if they belonged somewhere specific, as if everything is under control. Bless her.

No, this was not the most interesting thing in my electric day. I went to a swimming pool after work. There's a lot of room for fuck ups in a leisure centre. Ha ha. After liters of water sneaking into my holes I decided to swim backwards, with my head above the water. It works. I'm going to buy my Speedo kit and come back there more prepared for the task. 1 hour swimming, 30 minutes in the sauna and the world seemed different. It was brighter, my body alert and ashamed of lighting up a cigarette. That's the start of a healthier chapter of my life in Old Street.