Tag: Surreal Saturday

Gmbd, Class

Gmbd, Going Postal
“I look up to him because he is upper class, but I look down on him because he is lower class.”

Growing up in a working class family post war.

Let’s try to imagine.

The State made your parents go to war and risk their lives to defend the state.
Doubtless most would have done that anyway without the conscription but you cannot argue with the State.

To fight for what ?
Freedom from tyrany ?
Protect the lives of family and friends and acquaintances.
Identifying with “This England” just because.

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Gmbd, life and that

Gmbd, Going PostalI’ve always thought that there has to be more going on, something elusive, something hidden.

The clearest, earliest memory after I was not here is about 18 months when I greenstick fractured my leg jumping off the bottom steps of the staircase and staggered in to the room to my mother and her friend and attempted to communicate distress but not having the words and seeing them getting a bit panicked.
It may have been younger because I remember being wheeled about in the pram with leg in plaster and thinking;
“this is great being wheeled about again, they only just recently made me walk”
Not in those words but that feeling and because I can remember thinking things but not in words I understand animals experience things exactly the same way, feel the same emotions and comical observations.

I was always thinking
“How can it be that I can see myself in my mind ?”
and then a bit later
“How can it be that the reality is here ? ”
“How can it go on for ever ?”
“If I take the smallest, smallest thing it can still be divided in two ? ”
It just doesn’t make sense.

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Gmbd, Evil

Going Postal

Did I say what a great burden it is having psychic abilities, being able to read the mind of others ?
In one way it is a fascinating hobby but can be draining.

I don’t know if it has always being there or if it developed during the constant attention I seem to have given to what is the purpose of my thoughts.
From as early as I can remember, which is around 6 months to a year I was aware that I was occupying a great emptiness.
Sometimes I could make myself a tiny, tiny dot in a great empty void.
To begin with there were not logical thoughts in words but a sense of a connection with the outside of me.
All the nature and the actual world was such a wonder that I sensed as a complete living thing.
At night alien angels would hover in my room.
One night the angels found a little bit of badness protruding out of my skin and they tugged at it and like tree roots extending through my body they removed all of the evil badness from me.

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Gmbd, Ireland

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I’m supposed to die in Ireland according to my horoscope, either there or India.
Should I go ?

Ireland is the place alcoholhicks go to die so I should fit right in.
I really love Ireland and I think I am qualified to speak about it.
Firstly an Irishman would say
“If I see someone walking there then I am allowed to walk there also.”

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Open letter to the BBC

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First thing to get straight is that common sense is not to be confused with far right.
The second thing that needs to be cleared up is that it is not your job to push an agenda, your job is to inform and entertain the populace.
I recognize that the creative activities attract young people who may strive to understand and comment on the world around them, it is to be commended but in searching for an alternate voice some adopt peculiar views, again this is to be commended but it is not necessary to employ all of them.
There does exist a common understanding of pleasantness and humorous ad lib shared by the majority, which majority is well able to take on new ideas.
You must admit that the constant force feeding of sexual divergence is getting a bit stale ?

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Buddha, by Gmbd

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Since first I heard about the Buddha I have been curious about him.
Long, long ago all this mystical stuff was quite the fashion but I would say “Well it is commendable that you should try but I feel if I can’t do it after 6 pints it is not really real for me”.

Once when I was thinking about this stuff I was playing darts and my consciousness was about two foot above the top of my skull and I could not miss the double or the bull I wanted.
It is real, it is something about a Chakra or something.

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