Friday

James Anthony Barrett

James Anthony Barrett was happy with 'adminstration'. It wasn’t his fault that the key-stream had fallen into disrepute. He decided that it would have been ideal if the children had just blown themselves to smithereens rather than meddle in things they didn’t understand. Why should he give a fuck? He was eternally damned anyway.

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Want human salad with that mate?

Ancient civilisations were hookwinked by a succession kings and queens. The Son of Ra experience became a popular sabbatical. It became so saturated that nobody could remember the original chain of events. The framework of time had fallen into disrepute. The bodies had become vehicles for experience. It was a great shame. But it was evolution.

Human Salad was far more banal.

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Eggs

(Jake: 31 May 2003)

Erm, Lauren's back in my life. Not sure if it's right or wrong. We found each other last night. It's a small world. Can't remember what happened to Panda and Mum.

I think we’ll eat breakfast and each other for the rest of the day. You’ve got a lovely bunch of coconuts… Say hi Lauren...

Hi. Fix me eggs Jake and I'll Love you forever.

None this seems real.

Grow up. You'll understand things a bit better later on.

What do you mean by that? It sounds a bit freaky.

It is.

Are you a murderess?

For fuck's sake...

We finally got up around 2pm. I dozed and played with Lauren’s hair, got dressed, grabbed my keys and went to the shop for bacon, eggs and bread. She says my blog is childish.

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