A car often becomes a fairly long term companion
even though a mechanical object each car I have owned appears to develop a personality unique unto itself.
I have taken to giving each of my acquired cars names of their own
noting that I have only ever owned one car at a time.

Having filled you in on some of my thoughts regarding my mechanical companions
I have been deliberating on a new name for my current acquisition
and am pleased to advise that I have settled on a suitable name.

I have decided to name my current vehicle "The car".

Hat's off, gentleman?

 

 

Going troppo
Up the toppo
Me and Edna
Swimming al fresco
Imagined fucking big crocosaur
Mouth like chain saw
She grabbed me old fellah
Thought it was the crocosaur
Latched on to her from behind
as the monsoon rain poured
we both ended up in a heap
plunging ecstasy

As we approach the end of days
the UFOs begin to make preparations
for the big shift
if you haven't had your head in the sand
you will now truly be ready for the big lift and shift
luff the helm boyos
short shift and lift
a sneak preview of one of our distant friend's prep droids
was caught on camera over Chichen Itza this week.
Bask in the end of days...

End of Days prep droid filmed over Chichen Itza

The Endless Sea pounds the shore.

There is no hope. No, not at all.

 

 

I remember visiting and Max and Trunk were there
I'm pretty sure that Tex was there too
It was a long time ago
but it was kinda later if you get what I mean
like it felt that I had been a long way away before visiting again
coming back
and what up and comes up on the screen but Tom marching down the street
a-pumpin' his arm back and forth holding a sabre or a band leader stick or something
and it felt like a few different worlds were colliding all at once
and Max did an impersonation singing along with the chorus for a moment and laughed
and Tom he just kept a-pumpin' and marchin along

 

 

The story is that there is this bloke who is appearing in people's dreams worldwide.

I haven't spotted him yet but I must say that I am dreaming more now than before...

In one recent dream I was standing near to an explosion but I was somehow shielded from the direct effects of the blast. It had some effect on my body though, as I awoke with my left arm deadened. I couldn't lift it; 'twas as limp as a florida willow. Gradually feeling returned...

Due to the dream blast seeping into the real world? Perhaps.

 

This is the guy

 

As the days draw on he is creeping closer.