Conversations With The Universe #2

New original continuated stream-of-consciousness intoxicated fiction or is it fiction…  Who knows where this is going?  Nobody.  I’m just gonna spill it and then stop.  Enjoy.  WB ©ONVERSATIONS WITH THE UNIVERSE – continued Time has always been meaningless.  This became completely apparent; and I’m aware now, as I was then, that that sentence cannot make any sense whatsoever because something without meaning cannot really have dominion over something as OMNI as The Universe. And double negatives and contradictions and etcetera. But there are rules that govern how the artificial construct of time is imposed onto matter, and these cannot be … Continue reading Conversations With The Universe #2

Conversations With The Universe #1

New original stream-of-consciousness intoxicated fiction or is it fiction…  Who knows where this will go?  Not I.  Strap yourself in.  WB ©ONVERSATIONS WITH THE UNIVERSE He had no name, the large black spider wearing a top-hat and sitting opposite me at a large table – much as most people have no name for the voice of their internal monologue, the voice in their head, usually.  He had no name, and we had never met, before now.  He had no name and we had never met but we knew each other in some profoundly deep way that made me think of … Continue reading Conversations With The Universe #1

Trippin’ In Paradise

On this day in 1970, Jimi Hendrix died, at the age of 27. Trailblazer, inventor, interpreter, communicator, human beacon. An example of how to live. An example of how not to die. One of my favourite anecdotes about Jimi is that he would place 2 or 3 LSD blotters on his forehead under his headband and play his gigs in a state of ‘escalating tripping’ as his sweat transported the good acid into his dermis and beyond.  I don’t know if that’s actually true, but it’s a damn fine tale. And so castles made of sand, melt into the sea, … Continue reading Trippin’ In Paradise