Creeping up on a silent lake of the blackest blue, smooth as a marble floor.

Knowing revolt is floating stinking on the surface, yet you still creep towards the lake.

An eerie void fills the air, missing things, no wind or animal of any kind.

The smell reaches you first and you know it will not wash off, sticky as fish guts.

A rope can be seen floating, reaching towards the shore as still as the lake.

Memories of that night bubble to the surface, screaming seemingly forever. Then silence too much silence.

You step in the stench of thick mud on the edge of the shore and reach for the rope.

Screaming, then silence, screaming then silence, over and over. The madness, the moment.

Pulling on the rope you draw that wonderful night back to you from the bottom of the lake.

At the end partly still wraped in plastic you can see the decade remains of a tiny arm sticking through.

Unwrapping it as one would a gift once again you are filled with hope and purpose, to go on killing the innocent, the helpless to go on insane.

Welcome to the kingdom of my mind, with its neuron fast lanes and rolling cerebral hills I travel in a thought.

At the speed of light I pass through cortex after cortex, reaching out for passengers in my memory, familiar friends I know better for the ride.

I slow down at the hippocampus to expand my knowledge, relax and unwind.

Never a journey twice, never a journey the same.

These are the passages, the passages of my brain.

12/12/2007
Birthday of Rufus R Clark

To go beyond care can be a liberating yet debilitating experience at the same time.

Such an oily path it can be, at any moment you could slip off.

It really depends on how far you take it, taking it too far could be exactly what your trying to do but here also lies the problem, control.

People often talk about wanting to loose it, but before you take it to a busy shopping mall and split be aware you could end up sitting in your own shit sucking your thumb.

Most people don’t really want to loose control, I’m sure they’re more interested in loosing responsibility.

I am serious about not taking things too seriously.

Yet another loop onto itself.

For anyone who wants to loose control I’d say don’t jump from the cliff before redrawing your priorities.

If your going to loose anything I’d start here.

TV

MONEY

JOB

FAMILY

See your Doctor if pain persists.

The host post with the most, roll on in.

Underground love and undercooked skin.

We fall out and fold within.

Beating yourself until you give in.

Just a few of my favourite things. It’s nice to have things.

Some people have things living in their cupboard, fridge, shed…..minds.

Things.

Things are always here and there, a superposition.

A thing is a thing.

There are ‘Thingy’s’, ‘Thingy-me-bobs’ and ‘Thingy-ma-jigs’.

A community of ‘Things’ living alongside one another in peace and harmony.

And us, constantly at war ever since we learned to use rocks as weapons of mass destruction.

Polluting. Killing. Lying. Cheating. Stealing.

Yet we lounge about believing we are the supreme beings of the Universe unaware we are being out classed, out smarted and out done by all sorts of ‘THINGS’

Great show, long show. Non-stop 3 hours.

A dream come true….

To which is said or not said,

Done or not done.

Is decided by a gate.

A gate of fate one may say.

Either what is said or done contains a positive or equal negitive amount of energy.

I’m not worried about which way the gate opens or shuts.

I want to know more about the hinges on which the gate swings.

I take a deep breath, hold it, hold it, longer…..release…Ahhhhhhh.

I try to imagine all the worry and slurry that infects me during the day is released in that breath. I pretend threads of negative energy knot up in my lungs and are spewed out with that breath. I do it before work every morning as I know there will be people who will replace it much quicker than I can breathe it out. But at least I keep my head just higher than the black ocean that engulfs me. Mind you it’s not always bad, it’s sometimes worse. I’ve noticed I don’t do it the mornings I don’t work.

I’m a sales person.

I see the side of humanity that wants it cheaper, better, faster. I see the Jones’s come in every day buying something just so they can keep ahead of the people who want to keep ahead of them. I hear things like, “I can’t believe the state of the world today, what’s the best deal you can do me on a 50″ plasma TV?” or “I can’t believe the lack of service these days, what’s the best deal you can do me on a 50″ plasma TV?” or “I can’t believe how expensive these are, what’s the best deal you can do me on a 50″ plasma TV?”. I think how can you complain about these things then buy a 50″ plasma TV? It was a sharp kind of thought, now it’s a blunt, numb kind of thought. I add it to the ball of dark twine in my lungs.

I sell TV’s

I see the staff whom have fallen to the wants and demands of the well-off needy after years and years of service on the unneeded much wanted material front line. A kind of cloudiness in their eyes and shadow over their soul, many times unaware that they’ve said good morning to me three times in the first hour of work. Just a reflex action as another us passes by. And then I see the others, newer employees still with enough life in them to struggle against the invisible force of consumerism, each day making a stand, winning or loosing a small battle before either leaving knowing there is no hope or staying and becoming a “have a good day now” zombie. Or like me struggling as I seem to be, branding truth as my weapon and slaying as many of the Jones’s I can.

My sales are above average.

 who is this man???????

Sorry for the long hiatus amigos, but have been touring the world checking out unsigned bands. Frankly there was not much out there that hadn’t given up or been snared by corporate pigs, gutted and disposed.

But ladies and gentleman! One band who stood out and had refused many offers by many labels did agree to come on side with me as friends not partners.

Their music is cutting edge, electric, alive and most of all original.

Living partly in Scandinavia the duo have full control of their content and only ever release small but energy packed amounts of songs only made available at private venues around the world.

Take note of their name as they’ll be doing mostly unannounced gigs in Australia shortly.

Their tour details will only be released on this site (as they wished), so stay tuned for….

                           SILVERPENIS!

Seven years ago a young girl was taken by a stranger from this rope swing and never seen again. No child has swung in it since.

The mother visits the swing every year on her little girls birthday hoping she will be able to push her child in it once again but the laughter of delight the mother expects to hear is but an echo in a maddening mind.

Apart from the mother no one in the small sad community of Robe, South Australia holds any more hope that the child is still alive.

It’s now a kind of morbid tourist attraction called Annie’s Swing.

To make up for this long delay I give you some advice,

Don’t take advice from the internet.

A collection of images from The Big Day Out 2007 taken at the Adelaide show.

12 Hours of listening to bands I only had one break of 25 minutes the entire day and was able to see the entire sets of the following bands -

*The Spazzys * The Herd * Scribe * My Chemical Romance * Little Birdy * The Vines * The Killers * Jet * Muse * Tool (part of) * Violent Femmes *

It was a fantastic day, though a little hot 37deg c.

Also it was the best Adelaide crowd I’ve been part of. Often Adelaide festival goers are subdued & quite, but the crowd participation was fantastic singing along and clapping to most the bands sets really got the best out of the bands.

Anyhoo lets start with the piccy’s

11:30am already packed, a long day ahead….

My Chemical Romance rocked, the crowd sung to all their songs…

Traditional festival self portrait…

The Killers are such a unique band…

Very hard to say what style of music they play, but added well to the mix of the day…

Only true rock bands can pull off the classic ‘Rock Pose’…

It’s my favourite live band, MUSE!

A must see if you get the chance, they give it all they’ve got.

One lucky gal Swilly got a great shot with Matt, she openly admits being a stalker.

Looks like it paid off…

Have seen the Violent Femms four times, they tour a lot.

I liken them to The Wiggles for adults, very catchy tunes we all know.

Click on picture below for live footage of their song Blister in the Sun.

Did someone say fire ban?

A cool pyro display, you could feel the heat from where I took the photo.

BEHOLD, THE HAND OF GOD!

Of course a lot more went on in the 12 hours we were there, but there’s nothing like being there yourself and more pictures would just bore you.

Hope you enjoyed.