A much lighter weekly this today. Much darkness and pent-up shit was released over the last three, so now I'm free to write about more inconsequential subjects. Whoopee doo.

The Earth is an ovoid! Not a sphere! So I knew that back in first school. But in recent times, whenever I thought of the Earth I saw it as a perfect sphere. It's not! It's all squidgy from spinning for so long! Goddamn that feels good.

I actually finished reading The Journal of Albion Moonlight by Kenneth Patchen. Which was a good thing. On account of me feeling it was unresolved (after not reading it for a week). So it has a good end. But around page 210 I was reading it and it wasn't holding my attention. So I took to some daydreamning instead; I imagined being allowed to be an animal if you wanted to be. We're meant to have Human Rights, or something like that, because of Europe. Which means we're meant to be free to live how we want to live. but we're not. We have to work to get money to buy shit so that we're seen as successful. But if we were truly free, we'd be allowed to be animals. There'd be nothing o stop us deciding to be a puma and just going off into the forest and being so... Anyway, I stopped that and went back to reading and there it was on the page! And I don't read ahead, so I'd thought what Patchen thought, after reading his thoughts up to that point, but not actually reading what I

Fuck. That was unwieldly and ugly. I'm too sluggish to type fast enough to say what I need to say.

I wrote silly ntes since Tuesday. They are past their use by date.

Whirlpools! I sed to think about them all the time when I was little. Huge spinny thing in the middle of the sea which ate up boats and ships and took themto undersea worlds full of toys and food. But not anymore.

Cliques exist.

All the notes I made are pointless.

Continuity. This is 38. Fifteen people now get this/;.



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I had some dreams.

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This is not a good weekly. Typing's too slow to say what I want to say.



Welcome to Naomi.



They were better. But not now.



There is a fair tomorrow?



Hunter S. Thompson!!!

The man is old. Dying.





But he wrote so well! So very well


My head hurts,,,,,,,




^_^_^_^_^


It's Queen all over again!!!



I shall make a picture and make it part of this.






1- Make them happy
2- Make them bleed
3- Make them



I'm stealing to much from Patchen


He had the right idea,



The ideas are crap!





I had marshmallows for breakfast on Monday! With rice-crispies. I cut the marshmallows up into quarters and put them with the dry rice and put cow juice on them and ate them and liked them.




Billy has a brain tumour.





Sorry for this not being weel written.




My fingers are too stubby!!! To coarse!!!

There's a fair tomorrow?

read this and there will probably be a hidden message.






I should sleep but I want to not,






















It's good old fashioned ramblings! Only newer and not....







bi-weekly is too much for me.

I have no-more to say.











Richard is stopping his weekly! Because he has nothing to say.

Tim is starting a weekly.,






























Fuck. I'm not serious about any of this, you know? I don't mean any of it. I'm just typign and lsitengnin..

I don't mean anything by it!!!!!!




It's in








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I'm scary and intense? Or I joke too much? They're scared I would be cold???

Fuck 'em.

Or not, as the case may be.

I'm not changing,

I'll just have to wait until I find people like me.

I have to fin people like me.

Where are people like me?

There are people like me!

There!

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(i wouldn't be cold)
(i wouldnt run away)














(i wouldnt scream)






i want some ice cream.















if only i could make money doig this,.



I have no more profound shit to lay upon you at present. used it all up.









Being angry is tiring.

It wears me out.

But it's the only thing to be right now.









When I was in Year 12 and you were in Year 11 (or 12 or 11 or 10) I looked down on you all. 'Cos I was older. And you were ickle people,. and you looked up to me, goddAMNIT! But now I'm the same as you. So you don't. And I don't..

And I'm the same.








Welcome to Naomi!






(((())))








comes back











I'm going to keep going until 9:30. When Black Books is on.





It's like free writing!!!!



No checking. No spellchecking. If you hadn't realised...




I'm gone!




Gone!!!!





I've got to go?



Fuck biology. It makes us do things we don't want to do.deletethis.deletethis.deletethis.deletethis.deletethis.

I must write myself!





I must find thign sto wrtie about!

I must be a journalist!!!


My hero is Hunter S. Thompson (at present). He writes well and true. I want to do the same. But I won't.


I like Stone Temple Pilots.







Koala bears are evil. They're here to kil us! They spy o us, with their beady little eyes, plotting their scpray forces, making us blee in our heads.. They'll be the end of us, you see if they aren't. Them and the zebras. All the animals!!! They all live in peace. We die in pieces.


They'll kill us. Remeber that.

Unless we kill them first?

No. That'll just speed up the process.

Don't kill themall.



Should I go back and make things right?





Understand that I want to be loved.
Understand that I don't want to be loved.
Understand that I hate you all.
understand that I don't know what I'm writing about.



FUCKIT!!!!! I'm just ripping more and more techniques off from Patchen. Dam you, Tim, for lending me it!

Thank you, Tim, for lending me it.








I was walking home this evening and I saw the sun shiing on the stones and mud and wanted to dive in the grass and swim in it. Swim to that undersea world, with the sweets and food and toys. And meet people and live a life and not wake up this time.

I'll dream some more.


I was teaching my brother to fly. He was a dove, so it asn't that hard. When I flew up, he flew up. We circled the clock and the the hands reached up from the ground and pulled his wings off, but I kept flying higher and got away and reached the sun an flew at it as fast as I could. And I was a dove and my wings were hands and blackness shone aroud me and then I caught flame and fell to earth and the water waashed over me. The water was blue and warm and green.


I was wearing black boots and was balancing on green toffe-apples. So I was taller but kept falling over and then the walls went blue.



Walls
Wallz




Is it even spelt like that? I know it begins with an N, but I'm not sure about the end.






There's no structure to this. Don't (look for any!).



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Do you know? Do you? Why won't you tell me?! Why won't anyone tell me?!!!
you know. but you won't tell me. fuckwits.




Christopher Walken?
Fred Ward?
Bill Murray?
Peter MacNical?
Tim Robbins?
Morgan Freaman?




Christopher is free. He died for us.




I need to read some more books.



I've got one hour to go.


I want to tell people to sort their lives out beause they can and I can't.

Sort your lives out!






Here is what I wrote upon that eventful afternoon of the twelth;

"Fascism is a bad thing.

Or so most people seem to agree.

When people hear fascist they think Nazis. Skin-heads. Racism. Concentration Camps.

This is not what fascism is about.

Fascism is based upon the belief that all people are not born equal. That some people are better suited to lead than others. That these people should lead us, without intererence from those who don't know what they're talking about.

Democracy, the current popular political belief, is based on the premise that people are born equal. That through hard-work, we can all achieve the same degree of success as each other.

I don't agree with Democracy. Democracy doesn't work. All people are not born equal. Some people are born with advantages, such as superior intelligence, physical attributes. Some people are born with limitations, such as inherited diseases, health problems.

People do not even appreciate the supposed freedom that democracy is meant to grant them. Only x% of registered voters even bothered to vote in the last general election.

Instead of actually doing something, issues are discussed until they are no longer relevant. Thinking has replaced fighting, talking has replaced action.

And whilst the majority of the population seem to see this as a good thing, I do not.

I have heard that democracy stops our leaders from doing things we don't like. Or, more accurately, what the population of this country doesn't like. Such as setting up concentration camps or killing off memberes of some religion or other.

This assumes that a fascist government would not be a benign government.

This assumes that, just because the people in charge were not voted in because of their hair style, they'll want to kill whole peoples for the shere hell of it.

Democracy has developed over the last fifty years or so. It has gone from being the idealised voice of the people to nothing more than politicians, wanting to keep their jobs, telling any lie they have to so that they stay in power.

Fascism has also developed. The idea that all fascists must be evil is nothing more than propoganda spread by the democratic career politicians.

I'm not a racist. I don't hate any particular people simply because of the colour of thier skin.

I hate all people. All human beings on this planet.

Were I in charge of this country I would see it my duty to make sure that every last one of you was made to live the most miserable lives possible. Life isn't fair. People shouldn't think it is. I would take great pleasure in making you writhe in pain and have you beg me to let you die.

And, unsurprisingly, the people would not like this. And so a revolution would form and overthrow me and make everything right again.

But at least something will have happened.

I have heard in the media complaints that the current generation of young adults is apathetic. That they do not care about politics and that would much rather just be left alone to get on with their drab little lives.

There is a reason for this.

There is nothing to rebel against.

Whilst everything may not be wonderful, the standard of living in this country is far better than it ever has been. People are lving longer, there is less and less unemployment... things are looking up! So why fight it?

Because it's stagnation. It's death. What is the ultimate aim of a democracy? For us all to be equal. For us all to have the same things and live the same lives.

There's no beauty in it. No horror. No hatred or love or feeling.

Revolution is all of those things and more.

I don't recommend you all become fascists. Anarchy has something to be said for it as well; no government whatsoever. Everyone doing what they want and have to do to survive.

The strong will survive and the weak will die.

How to stop a new government forming? You set-up an anti-government. It doesn't run anything. Doesn't tell anyone what to do. It simply has some people who roam the country, killing anyone who tries to organise people into "something greater".

What I do recommend is that if any of you know that you can make this country work. If any of you KNOW this. Don't run for Prime Minister, or some other meaningless role.

Form a revolution.

Kill the monarchy.

Destroy the government.

And make things right."




i didn't write that fior this. That's for my assembly. Look forward to it.




The door is trying to open. The tentacles are reashing round it.




I sit at dinner and I'm surrounded by my family. And I want to make them go away.



Crowdcrowdcrowdcrowdcrowdcrowdcrowding


Is there a fair tomorrow?


Welcome!!!





w w w . b i l l h i c k s . c o m


if you know who he was, go there. if you don't, go there.
a great man




there has ever been a great woman?

I know of many men whom i consider great. Women?




Mr Robertson and Miss Cellers wrote to me.
I wrote back.



Katherine is going 50mph?




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They sang on Friday and it annoyed me so I left.

Listen my chikdren. I was in a good place. And I left.

Metaphorically speaking!



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They're from the future! Or the past! Fuck, does it matter? They're spying on us! They travel through time and space, invisible and intangible, spying on us! Whether they're from then of now or will be; they're spying on us! Can we do nothing in privacy? Can we not have privacy?! No. They're watching us, all the time. We can never escape them. You're one of them! I can tell by your smell! You're one of them! Where are you from? The past? The future? Now? Why are you watching us! Why can't you leave us alone?! Leave us alone! Don't come any closer! I'm warning you! Stay away! I've killed you. Ha. Tell that to your boss. Who was your boss? Me? Pah! You lie! I'd never make people spy on me! Why would I do that?! Fuck off back to your own dimension you pig-fucking transvestite! I won't have anything more to do with you! What? No, I said NOTHING! Can you not understand me? Oh! Of course, you can't! I'm so sorry, darling! I didn't mean to hurt you! Here, rest your head a moment whilst I get you a drink. Is that better? Sorry about the misunderstanding. I thought it was them again, you know? I thought they were spying on me. Silly, I know... You were spying on me?! Get away! Get away back to your own dimension, do you hear me? No. I've killed you. Sorry, my mistake. Want a crisp? Salt and vinegar. No? Okay.

Some people wash to stay clean. Other people wash to get rid of the dirt. Some people do both.


Exorcise those demons! And those angels, now I come to think on it. What have they ever done for you, eh? Made you feel bad or good. But never chocolate! Get rid of them and you'll be better off, mark my words. Eh? With paint or course? What, you think I'd use marker? Idiot! Get out of my sight.

Grapple that apple back into your mouth, Roast little piggy! Roast long and hard! ROAST!!! Why won't you roast? Oh, sorry! My bad. This is just water. I'll go get the petrol. Don't move, now! Good. Glad you saw sense.





Roast apples.
Margerine and pickle and mustard and cucumber and chicken and salt and pepper and bread. Crsips if you have them, but not required.,


Some people wash to stay clean, others to get rid fo the dirt.
Later.



Cigarretes and champagne! Neither of these have I tried. Send me some!



What's wrong with you? Why don't you tell me what I want to know, eh? Why?! WHY?!!!

Idiots.



It's easy to write this. You just sit and do so.

You know what I look like, yeah? Some of you didn't. Foolish.

You know what I'm writing about, yeah?

This isn't falling on death ears, is it?

You know grasp what I'm telling you, don't you?

You understand?


I'm too much of a coward.
Not on Monday,
Yes on Monday.
Still on Monday!!!


Why won't I change? Why?!

Too much exclamation has been made.

Will you have time to read all this? It tok my a couple of hours to write it... How long did it take you to read?
The Bible?
The Canterbury Tales?
Better Than Sex?


I lost myself and





The people say I am strong because I haven't broken down or stopped doing what I was doing.
It's not strength.

understand that,




I preach too much and never practise.




Why can't I fuck everyone on the planet?

Well, the girls.




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it was all an experiment.
don't forget that.
ever.






If you can't decipher, ask and I shall try to remember.



£0.00 + £0.00 = £13.54




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Did you?








The finger;'s are too stubby.













39 will be sdrawkcab. Get a mirror ready.






40 will see me die again.



41 will see me back again, rejuvinated after some shit or other has taken place.





42 - I'll be too bitter.
43 - I'll still be too bitter.

44 - Still bitter? You bet. Plus some random acts of violence.



Why don't I talk to them?








Because I'm not noble.











Understand this; I do not mean any of this, I'm speaking crap. It's none of it matters. Understand and accept this,

Then applaud my genius.
It likes it when people do that.






nobleelbon



noble elbows!



Nobble the Elbows. They are a spite-filled race, who mean nothing but harm to the Empiure if we let tham contiue in their current plans of expansion. It is our duty to protect the collies. Do your duty.

do it






i want to scan me underwater.
not a good idea?






Answer me, damn you! Wake up! Open your eyes! See what's all around you!!! play in the fucking dirt! Make your life better! Do something for Bob's sake





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291000 = 16days





5days since last.







everythingsgonnabeallrightnoweverythingsgonnabealright
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Some people wash to stay clean.
Other people wash to get the dirt off.
You are?




Welcome to !!!!!





Is it rew?


The past is gone. The future doesn't exist yet. We're all of us mad; remembering things which don't exist ad imagining things that won't happen.
Gone
Gone
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They're all fucking gone!












I want a banana. We have some downstairs. I shall eat one. Maybe even two. In fact...

Margerine, pickle, mustard, salt, pepper, chicken, cucumber, crisps AND.... Banana!!!!! I shall try it when I send this, If you want to know what it was like? Make your own, or ask me when you see me,


Is their a fair tomorrow??




Do you know anyone else like me? Preferably a good-looking girl?





I'm not shallow me, oh no.




It's those Stone fucking Temple Pilots. They make





graveshallow





6feetunder^_^



remember the code! If you ever feel like killing yourself??> Buy a plane ticket to a far away land, and explore the world!!! There's a whole planet out there for you to fuck! Get busy^_^




Is there a fair tomorrow>



I shall read this after I send it. I'll tell you what I think of it. in 93.








As fixedsys




Was this a good weekly?






Welcome!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!i!i!i!i!i!!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!i!





I should not be here. I should be out there>>>>>>>>>there>>>not here<<<<<<<<









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Its the mellow mud! Hello mellow mud, how are you today?
I'm fine thanks.
Gee, that's swell. What do you think of Federal Matching Funds, Mellow Mud?
Dur... they're bad?
They sure are, man! You know why?
Er... no?
Then you a fucking fool!!!

>To learn more about Federal Matching Funds (and why they're sucha bad thing) e-mil me at:
i b e a f o o l s i r @ m e g a s a d 2 . f r e e s e r v e . c o . u k
Go on. You know you want to.
Or just do some research.






Cosmic Dump time, people.


You don't know what a cosmic dump is?

Ask other people here.
Or ask me.





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