Come on Pilgrim, you know He loves you

I remember I was told that every good deed I did went to building my house in heaven. I don't know whether I'm reading it wrong, but I didn't think anyone was supposed to be better than anyone else in heaven. I thought it was like a big communist state with a leader incapable of greed.

Now wasn't last post shit? and the one before that?

Hum... you should read Seonbu's blog, because it seems no-one else is aware the poor boy is back in bloggy business. http://hideousecstasy.blogspot.com/
And... Blair... I was going to comment on your blog but I thought you wouldn't notice it, because you hadn't posted since I last commented. Well what I was going to say to you and everyone was that ah... Since you made your blog show all of your posts throughout history, I noticed that you'd written a lot that I'd forgotten about. A lot of good. And I remembered that a lot of people commented. Well not a whole lot. But most posts had comments. And I didn't think I was invading some sort of privacy by making a comment a post instead. Wouldn't you all have read it anyway?

Ah... recently I've been "getting into" a lot of... Rephrase that: A lot of old music has been jumping out at me. And I don't mean the Beatles. We all know my bands, you know the ones I talk about that you don't give a shit about. But I'm not talking about them. To put it simply is to say it's not rock'n'roll in anyway.
I'm really enjoying:
Nowhere to Run by Martha Reeves & The Vandellas
Super star by The Carpenters
Needles and Pins by The Searchers
The Sound of Silence by Simon and Garfunkel
Give Him a Great Big Kiss by The Shangri-Las

Fuck rebellion and anti-establishment.
Fuck kick out the jams
Fuck fuck Nixon
Fuck anti-art
Fuck punk
Fuck Suicide




I just like a nice melody
a nice chorus
some love, some breakups
more love
some black ladies
some white ladies

ps. I still like Andy Warhol

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Jonathon

Recalling last night's wisdom
with such clarity it seems
Lain on my back
I marvel at
The purity of dreams.
Untouched by human hand and weight
And by all eyes unseen
I think aback
With hindsight at
The places I've not been.

I was left erect and lone

Well may I just point out that getting your ncea papers back is a god damned joke.

All that's written on them is a red line every paragraph and your grade at the end.

Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called sons of Lennon

Hey everyone! Stone me, I just read The Great Gatsby in two days!

To: My benign foetus Regarding: The priest, lack of food

Here's some common ground: I just got my NCEA results back. Well I passed. I got merit for my art panels. Is Siobhan there? what did you get? But English was a miserable result, considering I thought it was my best subject. I got two merits, like four achieveds, and two not achieveds. Which was disappointing. In fact, I think I did better in maths. Mrs Craven made maths difficult and somewhat boring, but I found her to be quite intelligent after engaging her in a philosophical discussion. And Mr Ruge I liked, but couldn't get myself to listen to him unless he was talking about Alfred Lord Tennyson or blurting every little trivial piece of information he knew about Timmy Leary, the sixties, or A Clockwork Orange in order to impress some of our lady pupils. I don't know if they realized he wasn't old enough to actually know what was going on. Taking part in class discussion, or generally being pounced on, was another story altogether.

But HEY! An enjoyable supermarket experience cleared my airways. Try: Sweet young thing genuinely interested in my personal enjoyment of the menial task of shopping, who passes change by hand just because she knows you want to touch her hand. And was obviously pleased with a response to "How are you?" that made perfect sense in English. Not "Good, yourself?" because I was informed by an intelligent person that "No, you are not GOOD, you are FINE".

I saw Dracula with Bela Lugosi and then the Spanish version of the same film which was made as a way around doing Spanish subtitles. The spanish version, however more aesthetically pleasing, was let down by their Dracula's round face making evil expressions comical. Bela was amazing.

I know we "Catcher in the Rye" enthusiasts are snobbish bastards, but assuming someone knows what I'm saying: I've read about all that Mark Chapman-John Lennon-Catcher in the Rye stuff, but I've never heard mention of what to me was the most obvious connection. John Lennon and Mark Chapman both married a Japanese woman, and Mark didn't do it because of John Lennon, he married her before his 'obsession' began. And in the novel, Holden meets up with an old friend called Carl Luce. Luce says he's seeing an 'eastern' woman because he's more satisfied with the 'eastern' way of life. Holden agrees, after annoying Luce by talking about sex too much. Cold beer, asian women?

Attack of the 50 ft. Woman

How long did you think I could have a blog without posting some of my shitty poetry? I think he's holdin out pretty good so far.