It’s already Thursday. The week has flown by just as a Mirage fighter plane in the sky. I heard the bang such a machine of destruction makes while leaping past the sound barrier and gone it was. Well almost then. I have had such a busy and fruitful week of writing, dear readers from wherever you are coming from. It’s thanks to you that I have found the inspiration for my Pulp. I have just come back from doing some shopping. Two heavy bags full of new inspiration for the necessary calories needed to serve you best I can dear readers of my heart.
I am so happy at how Old junk new junk is turning out. It is just the start of a campaign for me to reach full maturity so that I can take myself serious as a writer. I got a lot of catching up to do. A little tardive you must think, but hell no! The contrary is true. I have had such a busy life so far. I know inside me hides the greatest writer of all time. Only I had stopped writing when I left university a long while ago. So I must undo the errors of the past and continue where I left off.
Since then I haven’t done much of any meaningful value. Just got a little older and so. And! yes dear dearest female readers among you, the occasional visit to the prostitute of my dream, the maid that I still have to find. Forgive me nobody is perfect. But what the heck! I shan’t bother you with my biotopical whimsical mischief today. There are more serious matters at stake here. What I must do is get my level back. I once a very long time ago was a promising student and thanks to education I have received all the tools and crafts necessary for that humble achievement. I’ve just got to get my lazy butt reading again.
I also have mingled with such lowlifes and crappy people who have not even bothered to read more than one compulsory book in their life. For example after having burned down my ex-girlfriend's house, I was forced in an institution for nine and half months. I can now say by experience that psychiatry is run by the most stupid people walking about on this planet. I already knew it, but now I know it. Psychiatry is in breach of all the possible treaties ever signed on this planet. It is a direct assault on human rights and run by the crappiest people who have ever inhabited this planet.
In my yet to build empire there will be no psychiatry. There won’t be the necessity for it dear readers ‘cos you’ll all be Artists. I have never in my life met such a bunch of idiots. It is so disgusting what happens in involuntary psychiatric rehabilitation centers that dear reader I ain’t gonna tell you ‘cos your stomach will be so upset that you will have to puke.
I am reminded of one of the classics of American cinema. One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest with dear Jack. You think that that’s a haunting movie? Today it has reached an even worse level than portrayed in the movie. Thanks to my cunningly witted outstanding political crafts I outwitted them and make them look like the very shite that they are. The stench of this Planet. Psychiatry dear readers is far worse than jail. In jail for example you can read a good book, without having to be bothered by a bunch of morons. These people are so full of problem my dearest of readers, my intelligentsia who is reading now, that you can’t even start naming them. Best you can do is what they do to you. It works best. Get them to show their true face. They have no talents whatsoever and are so pitiful, you just can’t believe it. Thanks to another of my talent, the practice of psychological warfare, an U.S. invention, I have remained untouched, unspoiled.
They treated me like a V.I.P. and I just made them look like what they are. The stupidest f*cks that they are ‘cos I am a Beatnik and don’t mess with a Beatnik ‘cos he’s gonna get your head spinning worse than an Oklahoman tornado.
I am a Texan in heart dear readers. Texas is the frontier where I come from and to be from Texas dear reader you gotta have the stomach. Texas is the cradle of civilization and has found a place in my heart. I am also reminded of one of my favorite poems. Hey Joe. Don’t try writing that kind of heartfelt poem in good old Holland. They’d lock you up for it.
Today dear reader of all readers who is reading now we are gonna explore a new avenue,the third pillar of my yet to conquer Empire. I am darth ghost from Texas your very very humble servant and as always at your services. I am the future, the next emperor of the Galaxy, your one and only Da Vinci of poetry-prose. The president of TBdoubleS star system. Poet Laureate of the dimensions, Texan in Heart and the proud owner of all the movies of John Wayne, the late troubadour of the West, maybe the last Cowboy of the U.S. Bless his soul, he worked so hard that man. Movie after movie on the road. Until his very last breath did he entertain us. When he died the planet lost a truly sincere man even though he was not from Texas.
Let me lead the way to the next frontier, to the next revision of humanity.
You must have guessed by now what the next Pillar is called? I shan’t keep you waiting any longer dear reader. The third pillar is called TEXAS and not tax us.
Why Texas? You are asking yourself. ‘Cos in Texas dear readers you gotta be tough. You gotta protect your territory. You gotta get your Ranch together. Only the toughest survive in Texas dear reader and that’s proof that they are worthy of inhabiting this planet. In Texas you must be an Artist to survive ‘cos in Texas only your song will be remembered and nobody’s gonna shoot an Artist. In Texas you won’t have to pay tax dear reader. In Texas we will have enough time to make Art. In Texas we will write the best books, the best songs, we will have everything best ‘cos it’s made in Texas.
As we continue exploring my presidential aspirations of a yet to be chosen country, I proudly have announced to you the third Pillar of my empire to come. The pillar Called Texas. I am for rent only to the country of my heart. One of them is Texas. I am gonna make your country look proud and turn it into the cradle of Art, the cradle of civilization, a force to reckon with, a force that will restore peace in the Galaxy. I am darth ghost your humble servant, the King of emperors, The Viking of the future, Texan in heart, your Poet Fulminous and as always my humble crafts are at your disposal.
The concept of Texas must be imported to the rest of the world. In Texas we will have the best schools of the Universe solely based on making you into an Artist, solely based into bringing out the genius in you, the responsible and eco-friendly citizen of the future.
Texas is the Land of the Beatniks, the anarchist of the past. Texas is the Heart of? One moment please gotta look it up in my book called A People And A Nation, A History Of The United States.
Found the name I was looking for! Texas is the Heart of Henry David Thoreau, even though he didn’t come from Texas, but what the heck. That’s the spirit, the truly responsible citizens of this planet. The toughest of the toughest. The die-hard intelligentsia of this planet and I am not talking about the fonnies here. I am talking about the local Folk with a good Heart. Texas is full of people with good hearts.
Once again my hittin’ the qwerty has carved incredible words for you to remember. Words that will have touched you so deeply, that thou shall start following me to the Fifth dimension. Together we will lay the pillars necessary for saving the world from the evil forces of this world. The mechanical world view must be destroyed dear reader dearest of all readers who is reading right now. Every day a verse to call upon, everyday a new rhyme and a humble crime called Freedom of Speech.
As for me some good Camembert is awaiting me, maybe the next pillar of my yet to conquer empire? Read on dear readers as my Saga unfolds for you into the most incredible words yet written. Tomorrow an up and coming episode. Also check out my serious Poetry on everypoet.net. I am darth ghost your humble servant wishing you a very happy Thursday all the way from Austin Texas, dear folks.
