THE DAILY JOKER
--A Periodic Journal of Timelessness--Issue 2 :: Exophrenic special!
So i was standing there lying down by the river and suddenly i saw the sound the sound the sound ssswwoooossshhhh!!!!
The sound of ultra emerging like a rapid from inside out !The movement of thought is a very delicate process, like a bull in a china house. Try to initiate a thought . Just think of something- go on, can you do it? Now think about thinking about that something. Now while you've been busy with all that notice how awareness of the body is gradually diminished.... NOW LOOK BEHIND YOU and you might just catch that pixie making off with your lighter. It would hide in the corner inside the corner and would giggle while you look around in frustration. Then when you aren't looking it would replace it at its original position, which is where its been all along, of course...
I absolutely refuse to make any righteous comments about how wrong this war is. Instead i'm gonna ramble on about the inconsequential facts of living and dying on the planet of the divine apes (possibly genetically modified), while elsewhere (not just Irak) defenceless beings are getting blown to pieces or hiding in holes trying desperately not to get blown to pieces.
Dream 1: A bus stop, in town. A toothpick is somehow standing on end on the pavement by the bus stop sign, then falling down flat. This triggers a TOTAL CATASTROPHE in which everything, people, trees, buildings, everything, is mercilessly blenderised into mincemeat, to an absolutely terrifying guttural sound , like thousands of Tibetan monks chanting the chaotic void.
Dream 2: Winter solstice night, December 2012. I and a few others are camping out , at a currently unfamiliar location , for this special night. I look up and , low in the sky , there is a point of light like a star, but it's scintillating, throwing off X's of iridescent light. Two others are standing near me and i point at it and say to them:" Look , that's where it starts!" Very quickly after, a massive black cloud covers the whole sky , completely blocking view of that light. Oh, oh....
What does it mean, mommy? GA GA GA GA ! I'm gonna go ga-ga. No, calm down calm down this is just a rehearsal. The real thing is just round the corner.
Cornerising the unpredictable is always a good way to not go gaga and carry on with business as usual. So, since there is nothing else to do, time to switch on the computer and start writing this nonsense. . . What a decadent lot we are! Inventing all kinds of amusements and agonies to pass a time that we do not even own, since it is money, and all money belongs to the government, of course. It is a "promise to pay the bearer", nothing more. The KLF burned one million Great British Pounds (£1,000,000) in cash once, in public- or was it only £100,000? I think they got arrested for it. What would i do if i had a million pounds? hmm....
Are we about to pass from decadence to a phase of decay ? "A quick decay or a slow death?", like Antero Alli asks. Are there ways to perhaps accelerate the decay? Like actually producing decadent cultural artefacts? Or joining as many private clubs as you can? Voting Arnie for president of the USA ? Spamming the fuck out of the internet? Conspiring to conspire? Shitting on the dancefloor at a trendy party ? Puking up in McDonalds? hmm...
The money is printed by a company employed by the government, yet does not correspond to anything of "real value" , like gold , as it supposedly used to. The "economy" is in fact based on banks lending out more than they ever have in cash, on the assumption that not everyone will withdraw their deposits at the same time. So why don't lots of people withdraw their deposits at the same time? And burn them in the street perhaps? ga ga .....
Exophrenia : being out of one's mind, or without brakes, Greek phrena meaning both mind and brakes , i think.... Lets just handbrake round that bend then , eh .. GA GA !
If you ever tried driving a beat-up , falling-apart Citroen 2CV (if you dont know what that is please look it up), with bad brakes and steering, only one seat and lots of junk in it-including bags of horse shit- in the middle of the night, on dodgy dirt-tracks while barely able to hold on to the steering wheel due to hysterical laughter provoked by a good handful of blue meanies , you will know the meaning of taking seriousness with a pinch of salt....and the healing power of a good , hearty laugh.
Clowning around bonfires under the starry sky is certainly an enjoyable pastime , yet most of us simply fail to take our clownship seriously. Instead , we pretend to be in the 60's , a never-ending bad Easy Rider rehash.... But Jack Nicholson knew about exophrenia, he had that glint in his eye, i tell ya!
