Dublin to Morocco

London is larger than I thought it was.  For some reason I was thinking Chicago was more populated, London has seven million people in the city “proper”.   I’m sure it has over seven million cameras also.   Cameras everywhere.   I’d like to pick my nose in my own pravacy for fucks sake…..not that big brother really cares about my gnarley boogers..it’s the whole concept of it all.  By the way Chicago is the second most watched city in the world next to London.   The average person is filmed over two hundred-fifty times a day in Chicago.   Laura was in the ladies bathroom in a regular fish and chips bar and there was a camera in the sink area of the bathroom…..  what?  Whats next..?  oh yeah,  human rfid’s, national identification cards you have to use just to by a loaf of fucking bread? fema camps?…   ahem..  don’t mean to be preachy, but I don’t really feel I am….no actually…this is a sermon..take a pue sinner…the collection bin is being passed around, I need a new speedboat bitch!!.  The “founders” of this country supposedly had the same attitude towards England as I believe I do towards this regime , but the difference is that I’m not a Freemason……wake up.   But one must be cautious  ” One false deduction about the machine, and you can get hung up  indefinately”- Pirsig.

 Been reading Robert M. Pirsig’s “Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance”.  Great book.    Slow page turner.  I’ve been taking the last couple of days sitting in two cafes down the street reading, writing, just people watching, soaking shit up.  Thinking. Hard. 

Gay Pride.  Wasn’t as homogenous as Chicago’s pride.  It seemed to be about 50/50 of gay and straight people just out to have a good time.  As in gay I mean..obviously..I guess.  There were different types of people among both.  It wasn’t just bears, twinks, gym bunnies, and  “Will and Grace” gays.  It was in the neighborhood of Soho.  The main street was Compton. Halarious.  Dr. Dre was no where to be seen.  I’m sure he would have enjoyed himself…I know Eazy E would have.  Had some drinks, talked a bit.  It was an overall good time.   There was a group of obviously bored people marching up and down the street with a shitty boombox blasting Michael Jackson songs.  They all were dancing and singing along.  “anyone have any tomatoes?”   or better yet  a giant bowling ball…..strike!!    Dumbasses.  But I don’t judge…yes I do, but I don’t make it count.

Alex, our host, was probably the nicest easy going person I’ve ever met.  I told him to wait till he gets fucked over a couple times and that all will simmer down a bit….he agreed and did cheers to that over some cider.  We all went out to some delicious Indian food…CHICKEN TIKKA MASALA BABY!!!!! YEAH!!!   love it.   After that we stopped by Alex’s sisters house and had a chat.  “Fancied” a beer afterward at a pub down the street.  Cider is the thing to drink here (alcoholic)but I personally like the cider back in the states better. It’s more appley. 

Checked out the Tate Modern which is an art gallery of mainly abstract art.  At first I was unimpressed but abstract art you have to look more into the time it was made and why it was made more than what is it?  Or maybe the former two equals the what is it.  One of the exhibits consited of a film of a naked mad with a mask on his face that resembled “Chunk” off the goonies: he was jumping up and down over and over again making weird handicap noises while his member flapped all about.  Disturbing….but made me chuckle a bit. 

Left Alex’s house and checked into a hostel.  It’s nice to have free housing and all but it comes to a point where you feel you are intruding and start looking into  things too much which might or might not really exist in mannerisms and such…etc.   It’s nice to meet new people also. 

Went out on my own the next day.  Read. Roamed around.  Had some fish and chips.  Huge peice of Cod, good stuff.   Got rained and hailed on but it was actually fun.  People were running around laughing and…I don’t know…it was just a good time.  The real England whether was now showing its face.   For some reason I’ve always had this animosity towards the English….obviously not to there faces…but it is more like an agitation.   I think it was the accent.  I’ve always seen it as haughty and snobbish.  Of course I was being ignorant.  I’ve heard many stories also about how rude Londoners were but I’ve not met one rude person here yet.  at all.  Our hostel is in a Lebonese part of town.  Lots  of sheesh smokin places, but we’re gonna wait till Morocco for that. 

Was sitting in our room talking to Rachel, nice chick, spunky, very spunky.  She was a kindergarten teacher…makes sense.  She gave me a lecture on my use of the word “retard”.  She said it is the same as people using “gay” to describe something in a negative way.  I agreed to a point.  It is the rational behind the words that will keep existing, not the word itself.  It is the suppression of a word that gives it its dangerousness.  It’s not like I would go up to a handicap and say ” hey retard, how’s life today, you know, being retarded and all”….no.   I asked her if she used the word “bitch”.   “Yes” ,   “Well don’t you think that word demeans women?  It is comparing you to a female dog?”  ” well you have a point”….  of course I do…I have two points….I’m the devil.  I like her though…..deep down I really don’t think I should say “retard”.  Two dudes walked in.  Twins, not identical.  The older one (by like 3 minutes or some shit) was a lisping bitch.  He barged in everywhere, with his annoying ass voice, declaring all sound to be drowned out by his bitchiness.  He sat down on the floor, took of his crusty ass sock,and as he was talking, started picking his toes.  He reminded me of a huge toddler like the one in “Honey I Blew Up the Kid”.  Just tromping down everything with his big old rattle, not giving a shit who he steps on just as long as he gets his Gerber.  He tried to talk in an intellectual tone and he would close his eyes everytime he said something HE thought was worth hearing out his shit hole we call a mouth.  He seemed kinda cold as well.  The type of person that believes reason is the only thing that exists in this world. “If I can’t touch and feel it then it must not exist”.  I wanted to spank him and put him to sleep with his “bah bah” and let him stew for a bit in his shitty diaper.   Fucker.  I could tolerate him but I just didn’t want to waste my time with it.  I pegged him as an Aries, and of course he was an Aries.   Aries are known as the babies of the zodiac.  The first born.  I’m well aware there is more involved than just a sun sign of someones zodiac make up…so..  I take it with a grain of salt.  I like Aries, actually I’m usually surrounded by Arians, they’re a pretty sexy lot, but this bastard needed to be silenced. 

Scorpios are known for being highly critical fucks. Hence…..

“The cause of our current social crises, he would have said, is a genetic defect within the nature of reason itself.  And until this genetic defect is cleared, the crises will continue.  Our current modes of rationality are not moving society forward into a better world.  They are taking it further and further from that better world.  Since the Renaissance these modes have worked.  As long as the need for food, clothing and shelter is dominant they will continue to work.  But now that for huge masses of people these needs no longer overwhelm everything else, the whole structure of reason, handed down to us from ancient times, is no longer adequate.  It begins to be seen for what it really is- emotionally hollow, esthetically meaningless and spiritually empty.  That, today, is where it is at, and will continue to be at for a long time to come.”– Robert Pirsig.

Stopped off at an exhibit about persons who were on or still on death row who had unfair trials or beaten into a false confession by crooked cops.  It made me wonder how many people were in prison for something they did not do.  Wrong place wrong time, wrong color right time, right color wrong time.  There were even accounts of family members of those murdered who were setting up shop against the system.  That seems like  lot to swallow for them…brave. 

Was about to hit the hay when upon arriving to my door two Austrian guys were swigging down a fifth of Jeam Beam in the hall.  “Ahhhh.  Whiskey”   I swigged. I really didn’t want to go to bed so it was a good thing.  Laura walked by and into the room ” good night”.     “Is that your girlfriend?”…”no, I’m gay”..  that is how I handle it now.  POW!  Right in your face!….  anyway.  They both nodded and asked me to accompany them to the park to drink some more.   We stopped off at a mini mart, Lebonese owned.  “you have any beer here?”   The cashier gave us a look of disgust as if he were fantasizing of choppin our heads off with his machete.  “no more sale, too late”.   One of the other workers piped in “come on, they’re young, I’ll get some out the back”…..”follow him”.   As we did.   He took us to the back of the store speaking quietly and talking all sneakley as if we were doing a heroin deal.  We all looked at eachother and started laughing under our breathe.  Went down to the park, talked about music, the fakeness of travel talk, chew, back home.   One of the guys kept bringing up of course the subject of homos.  That is what they say here for the word gay.  Homo.  Fagget in Austria was some sort of instrument….ha..   fag in london was a cigarette, of course, who didn’t know that?   After drinking some more, one of them just couldn’t let it go..the other one was just standing there in silence……just kept wanting to talk about me being gay and how they both thought I was “brave” for saying it right away.  The more drunk they got, the worse they spoke English, well at least they thought so.   “We don’t really like it….gay”….huh?    and  “I’m not homo, kinda”…….  what?   So is he saying they’re in the closet?  Were they planning on something happening in the park?  I mean….I would have obliged….but  it got kinda weird.  I showed them my missing knuckle from the last fight I was in a while back to break the subject.  They said they would explain themselves better tomorrow.  The quiet guy kinda just left and started walking….what the hell was going on?  The other guy and I stayed back and seeing how the quiet guy was pretty shitty drunk I dind’t think he should be crossing any streets by himself…so we followed.   I was fairly drunk  or “pissed” but not the the point that they were.   All stumbling and puking and shit.  ok.  time for bed.  ate a samosa and a chicken spring role.  Nice guys, just a weird encounter….but that is what I love about life.  

Got up the next day….met a girl from Toronto, Ashley.  We clicked on many different levels.  Mainly our studies into “conspiracy theories”…..i hate that term  but for now that is what I use to describe.   We talked about the Sumerians, ufo’s, Illuminati, Knights Templar, Metaphysics, and both of our fucked up pasts.   Went to the Camden Markets, got some food. Try to go to the Zoo but it had been 18.50 pounds….thats like $30 to see some bare baboon ass.  Not worth it.  Buckingham Palace. Had a chat with the guards…not the fluffy hat ones, but the handcuffs and pistol ones…sexy.   Talked some more.    It was cold and late.  Went back to the hostel.  I was tired and felt irritated..needed sleep.  Stared at a map of the world on the wall and talked about all the places we didn’t even know existed.  It’s a big fucking world.  Russia is scary.  Something about Russia turns me into a big pussy. 

Gonna see Bruno possibly today.  Should be good.  Get a drink…..finally posted pics up…check em out, on facebook.  Most of the pictures of actuall buildings and statues are on Laura’s page, so check those out as well.   Oh yeah.  I’m extending my stay another 2 weeks and visiting Spain by myself.  Madrid, Barcelona, maybe Seville.  hmm.   So another month or so to go.  Great.  

” You are never dedicated to something you have complete confidence in.  No one is fanatically shouting that the sun is going to rise tomorrow.  The know it’s going to rise tomorrow.  When people are fanatically dedicated to political or religious faiths or any other kinds of dogmas or goals, it’s always because these dogmas or goals are in doubt”

out like a pig snout! 

                                                                                                                                                                                                                  

                               

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