Duck Off A Water's Back

((If you've not heard of it, Duck Off A Water's Back is my epic novella that I shall write one day, a rambling edit on life and the like, that is currently being vaguely added to whenever I feel.....moved to do so....these are excerpts. It'll be added to at odd times, so if it catches your fancy, watch this space.)) Well, it's sort of lots of different people, who you only hear about in little vignettes. Interspersed with random musings, my thoughts, autobiographical anecdotes, anything else I can cram in. It's not being feverishly worked on, I'm just gradually adding to it. Generally when i'm in a "higher state of consciousness" ((A description of 'Duck Off A Water's Back' I gave to a mate of mine.))



Drugs, no matter who tells you, are not bad (unless it's me, of course, ahaha). They are as bad as you let them become - going from smoking hash to smoking heroin isn't accidental. It's not a sudden thing, not 'one day you are a stoner, next a junkie'. It requires conscious recognition, and conscious agreement.



Enough of that, in the immortal words of the Pythons, And now for something completely different.

A short random diversion into the seedy world of Soul Marketing ((Customer: "This soul is faulty, can I return it and get a refund?")) ((Seller: "I'm sorry, we only offer credit on faulty souls.)) ((Customer: "Well, that's useless. I'll get my soul elsewhere from now on.)) ((Seller: "Thank you. Please come again.)) 



Broken hearts mend, as do heads. Eventually. Or you die. Best not to test that theory.



Am I crazy? If so, by debating with myself my sanity could be either detrimental or helpful. Neither is sanity so clearcut. Everyday you see crazy people - people smoking and drinking away all the money they have, pissing life away with stress, worry and the other tedious bullshit that makes up most of their modern life. So, by throwing off these shackles of sanity's pre-arranged society, does that make me crazy? Or am I simply not you, not like you, not like anything or anyone you want, but need in the way life needs a parasite. A non-conformist, a strike at society's heart. But In The End, who knows? not me. I'm "Crazy".



Society's Killers: 1)Uncaring 2)Tobacco 3)Stress - The Most Important



The Verve said "The Drugs Don't Work, They Just Make It Worse." These days there's a pill for everything - a headache, a blocked nose, a baby or an unhappy sex life. All this, cured with a little capsule? Who Could Resist?



Imagine everything you have ever been told is a lie. Not so sure of yourself now, are you?



BELIEVE THE HYPE



Shout or go along quietly, no-one cares and no-one's listening. But shouting at least makes you feel better.



Love like disturbed bedsheets and piercing questions, like cramped muscles and strange aches and pains. A person you couldn't know, lying in your bed, a message you don't need lying forgotten. Oh how fickle is this life of love, this love of life, that has ran so far and strongly away. And no matter what you do, you're sure as fuck not going to catch it.

"I love you is so cliched. How about, I want to fuck you?"



I Could Empathise....But I Won't

Broken bottles and shattered hopes, torn asunder like they never mattered, I feel for you, but not really, 'Cuz empathy is something I don't give freely, It's so hard to get and harder to retrieve, I think this time, it's better if you just......leave.

It's not a grin on my face, in your time of need, that would be in terrible bad taste, but a smirk at your whinging, and the lousy ideas on which you're bullshit is hinging, really wouldn't be foolish.

Your Worries Are Trivial. Get Over It.



YOU HAVE NO SAY.....



Well, from confusion comes recogntion from which comes Anarchy....who'da thunk it. ((requires visual of scribbled Anarchy symbol to make sense))



From chaos comes Peace. C'est la vie. ((Again, needs visual of scribbled Peace sign to make sense))



Bureacracy - Using paper to heat homes. How it should work. ((Visual of fireplace full of burning papers))



It is something that can only be described, Only felt in touch and perceived through dark glasses. It is the first fall of snow, the patter of tiny feet And the whispered entreaty of a lover, those three words that bring fear, confusion and doubt to a previously unbridled carriage of thought.

It is broken bones, it is passion and lust and romance. It is emotionless splendour, Nirvana and Hell. It is you. It is me. It is every last fucking one of us.

It Is Life. Live It.



Right, now something more serious. This time round, it's love, and my opinions on the subject, which are many and varied. Love is not lust, or romance. It's something deeper, in my view.

And, from that view, I have spawned many more. In my opinion, there is no true love, no love at first sight. True love implies there is only one person for you, but imagine marrying that person, and them dying. You'd find another, maybe you wouldn't love them as much, but you could find one, and you'd love again. Pining away for an unattainable love is foolish, as is tying yourself down in the search.

Love shouldn't be constrained, it should be spread around. Take another girlfriend, have a casual relationship with someone you barely know. You might find something out about yourself, or them. What can you lose? Your sanity, sure enough, but is that even yours to begin with?

Live free, love free, and be free. It's something that can't be taxed, or controlled. I honestly think that everyone should have that, a relationship with no boundarys, no restrictions. Sleep and love with men, women of any nationality, any way of life. Be free, above all, be free.

You might think that I say is disgusting, but take a moment and think about it, consider it carefully, have a thought. It may not be as insane as you think - it's easier to view something with disgust than unedrstanding.



Break down and cry, if you want. There's always someone to make you want to do it. But remember there's always someone that'll put an arm around you and make it all better - and it's making sure there's more of them than the others that's the hard part.



Isolation, like love and insanity, is a natural part of human psychology, everyone wants to be alone at some point. Even alone with other people, but a feeling of distance is what is required, what is necessary. So be at peace, not alone, y'all.



Humans should have rights, and in my view always do. It's not the two legs, conscious brain that makes a human in my view - it's that we have rights. That we can make sure each other are alright. And there's times I feel when people don't deserve those rights, that they are truly no longer human.

Such outrage at the way a certain Iraqi dictator was killed. Yet, can anyone think why he should have lived? My only problem is that it wasn't a public debate! If the people of Iraq had been given the chance, I'm sure that enough of them would have thought of a lot more original and painful ways to do away with that bastard.

And that's the thing. Hussein, Hitler, thousands of others - from dictators to just foul scumbags of everyday life, slum landlords, thousands - that really are a taint on human existence. Surely removing them, those that have denied the rights of others, thus in my view removing their own rights, is only like weeding a bed of plants? I'm not telling people to go murder these shits, just telling it how it is.

These people are not humans. If they are, I'm not proud to be in the same race as them.



Money....ahah, money. Everyone has a different view, from those who view it as the basis of all society, to those who think it should be burnt in the street. Like religion, there's no escaping it. In my view, if you want it, it's both unbelievably foolish, and totally inescapable.

Money is, basically, the root of most things evil and wrong with the world. That, and the things associated with it - greed, dishonesty, uncaring, all the other scum of the human emotional template.