The Road to Apotheosis, Sis

Hi Cunts!

How the fuck are yooz? Fuckin’ Choice, eh! Too fuckin’ right, cunt! Etc.

It’s 11:57 on Monday the 28th of September, in the year of our Lord, 2026. I’m not sure what to do with the grammar in the preceding sentence. If I figure it out I’ll get back to you. Right back atcha. As it were… Or even: as it weresn’t. Wurzel?

Fuck’s sake, cunt! Just coz you’re back in Newcastle doesn’t mean you have to talk in such an appalling fashion and make up words that are crapper than the ones you usually make up.

No!? But if I was in Glasgow or Edinburgh or Brooklyn it’d be okay to ape the local lingo.

Christ on a bike!: Newcastle’s good for writing in. Well, obvs! This is where you met The Muse, izzuntit? The muse who so beguiled and so confused. I can feel her ghost. Maybe it’s not Margarita who’s coming to visit me.

Fucking goldmine! I’m moving back!

And there goes the bell. The witches will be arriving in full force, in full bloom, on full broom, in no time at all, I’m sure. Where is my beloved Margarita? Have you seen the recent Russian film version of The Master and Margarita? Go and watch it! It’s fucking choice, cunt! No, really, it is. Top Bloody Knicker! It’s about the only filum I’ve watched these last coupla years. That an’ The Odyssey. Which was choice… Cunt.

I’m feeling frisky… again. As usual. These here days are sexy days an’ no mistake. There’s a wonderful looking woman who calls herself Aubrey Black listed on a sexy website I like to visit. I just might have to invite her ‘round here for a cup of tea on the morrow.

And the next thing I need to buy is another hard drive… Or a couple. One o’ them wee flash flash ones that’ll talk to yon f’nyn and yon confuser, though not at the same time (Prolly! Though these days you can’t tell…) I need to buy another hard drive coz the new phone won’t Air Drop video files to the new computer. Cunt! Probably the best thing in all creation, no? Cunt, that is. Obvs.

Ten forty two p. m. I'm been back in Newcastle for the first time in years. It's changed a lot. I've been back here for twenty minutes or thereabouts. Half an hour. I decided at the last minute to come up here. After conversing, this very morning, with Daniel, a Vipassana buddy who lives here a rarn deer. I decided to come and check it out. I had a (another…) long WhatsApp conversation (They’re daily at the moment…) with my good friend Chelsea in Osaka discussing her mother and father and their problems and the damage they caused each other and their offspring. I bought a new MacBook Pro this morning after I left Sarah's house. I applied to serve the eleventh to twenty-second of November. The fashion course in California. I can't remember the name of the place. I should just send you the transcript of our WhatsApp conversation. Suppose I should take screenshots of it, shouldn't go. All the details are in there. Details of what? You ask? the details of the stuff and the things. Why am I back in Newcastle? I just told Chelsea I'm back here doing a tour of my past. There's the lights over the bridge. I always wonder which bloody bridge that was. It must be the Stockton Bridge, obviously. They spoke about it. Place the move just around the corner. I met Nowis on Newcastle Beach. Fourth story, fourth floor, room four twenty, looking out on the car park rather than the beach. I was tempted to say beggars can't be choosers, but I'm not a beggar. I am a prince. I certainly was a prince when I lived here. I am back as a king. Almost, we shall see A Sarah Sarah. Do they have teabags? They do. Lithum, lithium no less. And of course, as a same information, and in the name of what this excursion is about. I ran into a jumpie on the train. I told him about the famous China White heroin. I made him a little envious. He tells me the Newcastle nights. into the grand final. I need to look at the infinity for details of such things. That's Let's put the grapes in. Percent. The drives are in the same. I have been Eating only fruit for quite some time. I spent the last week, maybe longer, smoking weed and visiting prostitutes. It has taken a toll on my physical vessel. I've been copping up all kinds of rubbish. I don't think the prostitutes have taken a toll. Prostitutes were wonderful, except for the last one. There wasn't. Wonderful. No cutlery in here. Drain it? No, spoons. I guess I can cut over and add a card over the spoon. That's exactly what I'm going to do. The taste note looks a real trick, sir. Believe it or not. I spent a few hours in Bondai icebergs sauna. Hot coal, hot cold. I couldn't tolerate the cold much today. I thought dizzy and wobbly. Avocados are delicious. from Newcastle. Fort. Fort Stratchley. I vividly remember taking acid up there with a bunch of good friends at uni. My friend Hugh rampaging around and falling into a hole. Just an episode of the booties. The road to apotheosis. We could call this. Little story of my Newcastle visit and of the next couple of months, couple of weeks perhaps, twenty-four hours, you can say. I bought a pair of pink and black checkered vans shoes from a store in Westfield, Bondi Junction. whilst in Westfield Bondi Junction, I saw one of the lizard people. She was an elderly Jewish, probably not a matriarch, elderly Jewish woman in a cut suit with long blonde hair. And I ordered a green smoothie from the green smoothie shop outside Harris Farm. And she was in front of me in the queue. She ordered whatever she wanted, and then stood there at the counter looking at her chain with her little tongue darting in and out. Very lizard I've been having thoughts. For some of the day about Yahweh, Yahweh and Jehovah, and the great lizard conspiracy, which will probably all be out in the open. Before you can say, Christ Moses. See what I did there? Hilarious. What do I? Ask fired. They have sinchar. Green tea, but I'm going to have a listen yellow label black tea because that is my want. I was considering starting my book about the fourth wave of feminism, the fifth wave of feminism, total liberation. And how women are oppressed, they can't see they're oppressed. Probably goes from there as I should think. I think, it will probably take a man. To bust them out of the to break the spell. Because they're all still hang up on goddess and goddess that, I am too, as of course. But they just think they're fucking special, which they are, of course. But that's the great trap. That's how they keep men oppressed. You cannot have one of the spring of press without the other bringing press. Now, can you? The Ralph. I enrolled in the Munro Institute's online Gateway Voyage program a couple of days ago. I haven't done the first lesson yet. I'll do it in the morning. I'm going to meditate, read, write, play my guitar. Don't ask me why I'm doing it here. obviously, because I need to tell this story, that's why. It could be a novel, couldn't it? But through a minute, it could be my story, the story of my past. The story of not much sex, rock and roll, drugs, madness, extreme sanity, love, unregorded love, God. It's a big story, kids. You really don't want to hear them. Because it's your story. I've got my Strategafter with me and a little boss katana am, whose battery was clacked. I am replacing them as I speak. Yes, I'm dictating this into my pocket device. Shame on me, I'm a total bastard, obviously. In some ways, I am, that's for sure. I'm thinking about Chelsea and her father and what she said about him. She said he was the one, the best father to me when I was growing up, but he was awful to my mother, awful. She said, it's made her. Wonder or think that all people are gray. Are they all grey? I insisted. That's no. You're not all, But it was a warning and a plea to me. what it was about? I'm going to open the hood of my new MacBook Pro. Here we go. Look at that. That's a pretty dumb picture of rocks. Compy that soon. I've been wearing my red trousers, my blue shirt, a singlet, and my red rose jumper from Oxnecks that Chetner was most fond of. I wonder Jesus. What a relationship that was. There's another story. I'm full of stories. I am a storied individual. That's the possible truth. Yes, it is the truth. I know. I haven't told enough of them though, have I? I've been too afraid. Too afraid to be seen. But now it's all I want. I want to be seen. I want to be loved. I want to help. I want to fly. I want to know exactly what I'm capable of and what I have been keeping up my sleeve all this time, knowing as I do, that it is monumental world. Shattering may not be too big of a turn. Obviously, there is ego involved in this, but generally speaking. It's not about ego, is it? When it was about ego, I didn't want to talk about it. If you have doubts, I don't care. I'm not denying I have an ego. Thank God I have an evening. Don't give me that shit, you hypocrite. yes, and of course, this is an iPhone, a new iPhone. if I join the Wi-Fi with the computer, my phone joins the Wi-Fi by default. Wi-Fi by default. Okay, let's see what else this computer has to offer. I sat in the macro for quite a lot more than an hour whilst. Loading up this computer. Okay, let's see. It's gotta be eye movie. We don't seem to have. Photo Bert is still there. what's the quality of this video? I hear you cry. there's one thing that hasn't changed Bogan's in Boganmobiles racing around the East End. Hoham, how incredibly interesting. This is going on the website. All Good show.