What if...

What if, when you hurt yourself and you lose awareness of so many seconds, like with a bump on the head for instance....what if, when that happens, you're not alive-and-unconscious but are in fact dead, and 'they' simply activate a new version of you - a clone or a robot copy or something. The reason you lose so many seconds or so many days is because your clone or your robot is only loaded with memories up to that certain point. Then, having re-activated you, they simply re-programme those who saw the accident to see something other than you being killed (perhaps this is why it goes into slow-motion).

Back Issues

This is some stuff I wrote between one and two weeks ago, before the blog got started. These were the first things I really wrote down whilst so happy.

The story is typed up in a post below

"To aliens, electric fences are like defences."
Can you imagine electric fences, seen from above. Big expanses of grass with little houses dotted about, and in all the grass around these houses are fences that are electric. Maybe aliens aren't as tall as us - the fences look massive - or are just more conductive but that would be scary. And in the sealed off parts is the planet's food supplies.

While high I often see things in a different perspective. Mostly it's visions of my childhood, sometimes it's gems like this one ^.  On the bottom of the sheet I wrote "The 2nd Reality of the first object". The picture in the bottom quarter is of the universe, but a hole got burnt in it at the Estonian's. I like the burnt paper, but I know that if you join the stars it says: "You could be an illustrator". Clearly I thought a lot of my drawings.

Do you think in Communist Russia, when they first invented small-technology, it was so expensive only the government and billionaires could afford it - the public had massive razors like propellor engines that they held up, and then moved their face in towards. It came by and shaved their faces so close, it just took all the hair off one side in one swipe! Shaving cuts were not uncommon, and were the size of A5 sheets. Similarly there were not many machines capable of making small sheets of toilet roll - so they just held up with both hands and smashed their faces with metre-wide cotton wool balls!

Beneath that is the name of someone who had become a friend.

Beneath that is something I came up with and thought was funny. But every time since it's kind of taken the edge of my high just for five minutes, until I forget about it and think of other stuff. You can read it if you want, but I'm not going to type it up :)

Holyrude

I'm typing this straight in with ease as I'm revising for an exam tomorrow 9 am and it's not going good.

Will Scotland one day be a cold, dark, damp country and in Edinburgh beneath the streetlights and the northern European chatter of tourists and locals in pubs, the Scottish Parliament is in this fabulous building at night with bright harsh lights blazing out of the windows past the blinds, and worn down men in pale fabric suits are shuffling into the building with suitcases, knowing they're not really able to legislate on anything but a few devolved matters. After the joy when they first got independence, now thirty or fourty years later the reality is that their efforts effect bugger all in the big scheme. And they just shuffle in, tired, sighing anyway. And corruption is rife - not political, but taboo dalliances in the corridors - other men's wives, alcohol, sleazy dancing and maybe a cheap cigar.

I hope for Scotland, not.

Sorry to disappoint, brothers

Hey I just realised, if this blog gets really successful - like, stratosphoric, and kids sit around and Google 'Green Ideas first post' they're going to be disappointed. It's kind of like house keeping. And I realise if they're high they'll have big expectations and then nothin...g yawn. So if anyone has looked up the first post, I hereby give you permission to start crazy wild rumours about what it is. Hell, even you clever cats who didn't look it up but just heard about the blog otherwise - you guys can go mental bananas too!

I'm listening to reggae. Have some pizza I'm eating...

mUS===Ic

Don't forget this one - it's a corker!!!!!

See if you can read this. If not, I've written it below the picture, but just try to follow the writing down, then around... :)

People with memory techniques... what cunnnnts!

Joke about people's memory techniques always involve time. " I write it *over and over* for 3 weeks, then (click fingers)... it's quite incredible"

Me: Errr, it's not incredible! IT'S NOT OVER AND OVER!

Me: *IT'S THREE WEEKS!!!*

^There's your joke!^

To my intelligent hippy, spreading the cool in Italy. <3