Report from the Outpost HSSJ

Dear Reader,

I have the unfortunate business of telling you I have been incarcerated in a ward of the Health Sciences. This is an attempt of trying to express the odd sensations thoughts I am experiencing. This includes very strange behaviours of my keyboard, auto correct and software. Connected, I hope not.

As usual the story is one of images and words, neither completing the other, both having a role to play in defying time and the linear. All happens at once, time is an invention and our mistake is to give it a direction.

Exhibit 1

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And all happens near a Helipad in eastern Newfoundland. Hot rotors turning the wind into thrust.

 

Fare Well my old friend.

Cassini died yesterday.

Not a big deal, a machine meeting its demise so far from home.

I followed her, she took my hand and showed me many wondrous things.

She will be missed and suddenly outer space is a small place again.

farewell

This is the last picture Cassini took before plunging to destruction. epic.

When you know.

Boris and Radiohead at full fucking blast. Hypocritical Western Philosophy in my mind’s eye.

Who the sweet fuck do we serve?

It will be interesting to see if any actual people get back to me on this. Sheep do not usually draw attention to themselves, it is a technique to ensure survival. But when it is fossil time; it is fossil time baby.

Ludicrous Humanity Part 1

Ludicrous Humanity Part 1

That one is for you to think about, I serve humanity.

Who is cool ?

DO YOU think i give a sweet fuck
The cool one’s are not the poets or creatives.
They are the cool and the cool mean nothing.
WEEEEEEELLLLLLLLL,
less than that.

STOP listening to the voices.
STOP giving the voices power.
FUCK power, power is Satan’s tool.

Actually….
Fuck you all
you have bought into it all
you have used position as power
power as a way to manipulate

Power as a way to
mange your complexion.

Today we rise
Today we fuck you up.