listening to the new mix of 'dream harder' which so far is actually much better than the official release, unfortunately it's not on hard copy but that may change as mike scott does tend to put out exceptional boxed sets so there is hope. 'good news' sounds amazing.

today i am out for breakfast with a new friend, i normally never bother with breakfast, coffee my only requirement but maybe i should have something fruity with lots of fibre. these are the strange and crazy things occupying my brain at the crack of dawn. i scrub my teeth, have a shower, get some clean clothes on, ready to roll.

i did notice steve is playing up the coast next year so i better grab a ticket this week, plus invite my new local posse whom i know would dig the experience. it's weird having friends. i'm not used to it. people call me up to check how i am travelling, people smile when i come along, i get invited for xmas dinners, bbq's and other things that i usually never do except alone. anyways that's kinda nice in me olde age to have good people around me. 

chat with jake for a while, he's getting ready to take the leap of faith, brave guy, it would be so easy to hang out doing the same easy thing day in day out but he's making a huge change and moving into the light. it's hard to believe he's 36 years old. fuck that makes me ancient really.

friday- i'm up early, like super early 5am, i potter around, do some reading, writing, watch some you-tube stuff, play some roxy music, then head off in search of a futon mattress to no avail. it rained heavy last night and i'm not certain what the day will become.  the mattress mission is a big fail, i have to give up around 11am and head over to ettalong beach where the ferry brings a friend over. we have a wander around the strange italian complex, do some business and then i drive back home for a little nap. at around 1pm i blast more roxy music, it gets me motivated. after putting something away i sit down for a reading session, which lasts a few more hours than i thought, but the time is 6pm so i have a bath and fall into a luxurious deep delta sleep.

sat- i wake up early again, answer some texts, then smoke a spliff and instantly fall back asleep. when i awaked i grab a water and my pills, and wash them down with some weed oil which then knocks me into the deepest deep sleep i have ever had, it's so deep imagine a black hole being swallowed by another. and in that black hole i discovered the whole off reality is a simulation, possibly within a simulation within a simulation ect. 

yes, and that's all before breakfast. 

for breakfast i actually cook scrambled eggs with a plunger coffee to accompany. it's actually quite satisfying. tasted great anyways. i listen to two podcasts that are political and capture the political simulated reality we have to live in at the moment, precarious. but we have been here many times and if you take that cosmic view (not a simulation)  we have been here longer than history itself. my hope is the normal people of the planet just wake up and see what's going down, i don't think starmer will last, i think he will cave in, the public hate him, he's fucked up, he's failed after a few months. 

anyways in the usa, anything could happen, i hope trump makes it past that line. i want him to, a lot of people will be able to breath out a lot of anxiety. my thoughts are the nazis, the real fucking ones, will stop at nothing to get him out the picture. i think it's very cool rfk and elon are attached to him, not to mention tulsi gabbard who is a very smart cookie herself.

in australia - ah one day it's fine the next it's not. i like the sun, the beach and a nice wave. that's when i am in my happy spot everything else complicates things!

i once met a girl in a club whom tried to convince me 'tool' were the most important band ever. my girlfriend marie and her were in deep conversation and they suggested we go outside to her car to smoke a joint and listen to a cd of tool. i was off my chops on an e so i was quite happy to tag along, although i knew tool were not really my kinda band.  in those days the city was safe, it had a friendly vibe and everyone had their defences down, you could talk to strangers, it was a good period. live music flourished, sydney was like a 24 hour city and at 1am the streets were crowded and pulsing with people. as we walked up oxford street about seven people stopped to chat with us, i looked good in those days, slim, healthy, kinda kooky and wild. i guess youth has it's advantages, the women seemed to like me.

in the car i skinned up while marie and her friend were in some sort of deep conversation, marie attempting to engage me in discussion as we were explained about tools lyrics, everything from dmt to child abuse. well in theory they sounded interesting but when she slipped a cd into the tray and hit play a horrible noise interrupted my peace. fuck me, what an awful noise, that wretched heavy metal treated guitar with an awful screeching vocals i could never understand without a lyric sheet. awful, my whole body tensed up, meanwhile the girls seemed to be getting along very well. 

i don't know, this type of music does not work for me. i mean in theory i dig it, yeah an out there kinda band doing risque tunes about heavy duty issues. it's all culture but i guess when i hear this type of music it makes me appreciate the music i like even more. 

anyways i smoked my spliff, on an eccy high with two stunning girls who were getting on in an intimate way at the back of the car and i stared out the window (occasionally in the rearview mirror) and although the music grated my nerves i felt okay, you know, it was a different time period, people wandered by on the street, lots of strange sydney siders at 3am either on their way home or looking for the next thrill. everything was good, except that awful racket 'tool' made.