Seeing signs.

"Now you can say that I've grown bitter but of this you may be sureThe rich have got their channels in the bedrooms of the poor"

Big Brother final tonight! Get your popcorn! See as they wish you to see! En masse! Give a shit!

I was just sick two and a half times. I am gutted. Mindfull of my poor diet and the lack of useful ingredients in my stupid husk, twice I did walk to the shop and buy smoothies. And now they are on their way to dirty the sea some more, and not helping the husk at all.

So now I hurt the husk with a cigarette and ponder in the sun, between animated takes, as twere. Zef and I have a lot to do. The filmed Clones video is on hold pending new direction, dispicably, so all rests on us. As ever. We shall win, always we win. I am good at things I know I have control over.

Robin Cook was right, of course. "So long as the struggle against terrorism is conceived as a war that can be won by military means, it is doomed to fail. The more the west emphasises confrontation, the more it silences moderate voices in the Muslim world who want to speak up for cooperation."

A monkey could tell you that. They don't want any cooperation. Jeff Wells is right. "There will be no "Please Stand By" for America. No on/off toggle for totalitarianism will be thrown with Martial Law, and those expecting one may find themselves saying "Hey, this isn't so bad." America is passing through gradations of grey, the next nearly indistinguishable from the last. It's only in stepping back, in comparing now to then - five years ago; 10, 25 or 50 - that you realize how your eyes have adjusted to the dark."

Mine hurt, baby. I should wear sunglasses but I can't now.

I didn't realise I was short sighted until I was, like, 8 or something. My uncle spotted it, when I couldn't read a sign from a distance, I think it was. Prior to that day, things were warm and fuzzy. After that day, I could see all the little bits of dirt amongst the grass, all the tiny, scary bugs. And I was stuck wearing these silly big goggles with a flourecent cord attached. And from then of people looked at me different, and some of them mocked me.

But I didn't take them off. I know people that did, and do. I don't judge those people. It's just I don't want to not see the dirt and bugs, as horrid as they are. Seeing them gives me a weird, not comfort, just cognisance... although I know the human eyeball to be a limited instrument. Even with glasses, I can't see things as they really are, and I never will.

And some folks don't like dirt, or bugs, and would just rather not see them. Some folks might not want to be seen with a boy in glasses.

I don't mind so much though. That is up to them. There is very little I can do about it anyway.

"...there's a mighty judgement coming, but I may be wrong You see, you hear these funny voices In the Tower of Song"

PS! I just heard James' final mixes of Clones, with added Mary and seemingly more Oomph. They are fucking ace. Dear James, I love you.