Tonight or tomorrow: the latest entries of your favorite Prophet spoken to you in Audio. You gotta feel the pressure. You gotta feel who is writing all this stuff. You gotta hear it!
Goodmorning.
Outside the weather is fresh, cold and somewhat grey. It’s a late Autumn day in the Year of our Lord 2010. The Month is November. The date is the 7th. Birds are heard chanting through the cold morning giving us a little bit a Winter feeling. There are low density clouds forming a blanket of grey above me. The Sky in the Heavens is more or less closed. It’s not an Open day. The stars are kept shinning away towards other Galaxies. Here on Earth, visibility is zero.
It’s eight fifty five local Amsterdam time as I start out writing the next Chapter of one of my Holly books. I love to write. I love to create whether it is music, painting or making architectural furniture, it’s what keeps me going. Without that I cease to exist. I am always on the lookout for what next to do. I am always on the run, always finding new undiscovered realms of my thoughts. I love just to share my thoughts which are often not very precise and I am very lazy when it comes to doing background work on whatever it is I am writing. I just love to fill up my screen with new combinations of thoughts and add once in a while a new dimension to the English language. Occasionally I write something that has never been written before. I make an innovation to the most versatile language of the world!
I love to be innovative and find new Avenues of thoughts upon the screen. This entry will be recorded in Audio on a cheap microphone to start with. Gotta get a proper one soon. I think it’s kind of nice to record it.
Some people have suggested it to me. So I’ll give it a try. Maybe broaden some of my crafts and turn this text happening into a Radio show. Yeah! That’s what I want. I used to record stuff as a kid a long time ago. I remember my first recordings. I was imitating a German war plane crashing unto Earth after having been shot down. Actually it was inspired from a Pink Floyd album. I don’t remember if it was a German or English plane.
Welcome to Ulysses V. The next dimension in fashion and style. The Retro-haven. The Oldskool university. Let us keep too much modernity out of my blog. I love the feeling of the 50’s when one could just leisure oneself towards the future, when labor was a luxury, when there was enough fuel for everybody.
My name is darth ghost. I am the Poet Laureate of the Dimensions and your favorite writer. Your one and only uncorrupted Soul left on this Planet who is gonna bring back some senses to your pumped out oppressed slave life.
Don’t be destroyed spiritually. Don’t let yourself be kick out of the Animal Kingdom. Enjoy modernity and still make this a World a better place. Come back once in a while to my safe-haven and let yourself be inspired by your quintessential doping free survivor. I am the Lance Armstrong of literature. I have a secret remedy for everything.
My name is darth ghost. I come from Texas. Texas dear readers is the cradle of Civilization. When you come from Texas dear reader you gotta keep up some of the good traditions of the Old west. You gotta work for your piece of Soil. You gotta protect your Ranch and cattle from Desperadoes and Outlaws. I have nothing to offer except some warm uncompromising words. I enjoy the War. I enjoy the ride and the occasional Whisky. I am your Apache chief who has found refuge through the times by disappearing and reappearing when he has time for you.
At this moment I am just enjoying my Sunday. I decided to get back into shape. I gotta get my writing muscles back inline. I gotta feel the words through me like a Punch of Justice like a pun of Poetry. I am just a layman lost upon the complexity of having to figure out new directions in my Life.
I gotta feel the rhytm in symphony and harmony, in miracles and deceit. I gotta proof myself the greatest writer ever. I gotta be what nature has decided for me. A Beast of Hell, an animal having to sharpen his teeth by his very own self.
I gotta make sounds, I gotta scream and chant. I gotta Pray to the Unknown. I gotta be the next dimension in style and fashion, in good times and bad times, in abbreviation and conglomeration. I gotta get the loco-motion steam engine rollin’ in thunder towards the next mountains of my unparalled wisdom. I gotta figure out what I gotta do next, what landscape to paint or which Blues to write up, which Songs to share.
I have nothing to offer except my long chapters of lazy roaming about into the space which is reserved for the Artists of this world. I feel grateful that I can take a little bit of spare time for you dear reader. It’s not about what you read. It’s not about if it makes any kind sense for you. It’s about sharing and inspiring and enlightening your mind with words and sentences that make you feel free and not alone. I am your Kindred soul waiting to wake you up for free ‘cos I am an entertainer, a writer, a comedian and very serious at it. Text can enlighten you as it has me. I am your George Bush Jr. making sure you learn to read and write.
Season 3 has started! It’s the coming of age of a writer who has reached only one tenth of his goal. Only when I will have published my one millionth word online will I be able to take myself serious as a writer. Only then will I become Chagall in sentence and words, only then will I be able to share the versatile and will the tactile reach your senses in a manner of Ultimate gut and stricken you with grammar and sense in utmost surprise.
It’s Saint-Exupery online for you. You have found a mysterious harbor. Here are no flights which are scheduled at your local airport, here the journey set upon for you is to the Universe, to the Ultimate, to the future and this with historical merit.
You will become a Protector of the Worlds, you will reign next to me and we will end the madness of this world once and for all.
Great Mystics of the past have done their work by trying to elevate the consciousness of the masses, by sharing their simple life with us, by adding some good senses to the World. Artists do the same. When they are intune with Existence they somehow in their suffering lead us the way and safe-guard us from the unconsciousness reigning over the Planet. They have shown us the way to Godliness in their own lifestyle.
The mechanical world view must be destroyed. Money should be Outlawed. Paticipation should be made obligatory. Everybody is an Artist. Art should be the new religion. Education should have but one goal: to make you a responsible and caring citizen of this World.
You are reading the stuff of the Stars. You are reading my vision of the future. It’ is complicated. I am looking into how to make sense of this Planet. I am finding out what works and what doesn’t and you are my witness. Thank you for comin’ onboard dear reader.
I am your Utmost most scholarly Beatnik Superior and Sufi mystic who can find the Light in everything I set eyes upon, who can tune in to the Universe and smuggle some bootlegged Cider of words unto your Universe into your World. I have found you and chosen you to be part of the next frontier in Spiritual life. I will distribute free Ackers of Land in the new Dynasty that is to be formed in Texas amongst other places.
Before we set out on the next Pilgrimage in our thoughts and Rebellion against the Empire of Evil, the mechanical world view, let us take a moment of Ultimate Glitch. Let us Pray to the Unknown and the Universe. Let us get intune with the original source from which we come. Let us Meditate on the Big Bang and the previous Trillions of Years ago. Let this be our incentive to destroy the mechanical world view. Let us be happy for a moment:
Thank you for having confided in me. I am your Preacher Immoralus who believes in God and has but one thought on his mind: pro-creation. I am your Buck Rogers, hillbilly gunner and gonna bring the next shot to your consciousness. I am gonna drunken you with my ether and gonna make you Dream for a couple of seconds of the possibilities we are blessed with as human beings. I am gonna write some Poetry in seconds for the female readers among us:
Apocalypse (The Big Bang Bus!)
Through unknown powers of Artistic merit an occasional female reader finds the Big Bang Bus! You have found it!
It’s a place situated on a physical location in the Ether on a short wave frequency in an undisclosed secret dwelling. Only the sexiest of female gorillas and the most masculine of Trees manage to find it. Sometimes a female Tree or a male gorilla also finds it. It’s through their unparalleled powers of suffering and having proven themselves an Improvement to the Worlds that this secret gathering is revealed to them. Only then the Apocalypse is revealed. Only then is the Big Bang Bus! accessible to you. Only then will you have found this poem written for you.
It’s the most physical location on this planet that I am talking about. It’s a place above the Sky and under the earth! It’s a place where old Trees and gorillas meet to mate. It’s your wildest desire. It’s my wildest desire. It’s where thought and Matter disappear into a new Birth.
It’s a dream of imagination shared between old Trees and gorillas. It’s where the human genome is tampered with. It’s where carnal love finds its outlet. I write for you. I write for my Spouse. I write for my gorilla until I will have found her. She is somewhere. I know.
The Big Bang Bus! is where you are at this moment. You have reached your Apocalypse. You have reached words of nuclear motion. You have reached a secret dwelling upon this Planet. You have reached extinction and this is where your future will be decided.
I am a witness standing trial.
A voice is heard saying:’What is it that you wish? Stand up. Make a vow. This is your time. Speak up!
I am but beaten down Tree, old and still very powerful. I have survived four thousand years of man’s constant battering my forests and right now I am tired and gathering force in the Big Bang Bus! This is where I come to rest. This is where I come to find my Spouse. So do you.
This is your journey to another Universe. It is your one way ticket to another location in the Ether. A special place reserved for the future of mankind. It’s a place where Matter and Space merge into a tampered DNA of the human genome. It is a place where the future of the Planet is decided.
It’s where I come from. This place is for old Trees and gorillas. This place is where extinction meets the extinct. This place is for the toughest of toughest, for the die-hard amongst us. It’s a place where carnal love finds refuge and gives Birth to a new human genome in a new combination meant to last longer, meant to safeguard mankind
This is eroticism online. This is the Big Bang Bus! This place is where the female reader looses touch with reality when she figures out what you cannot equate. This is your Birth and laboratory for new combinations of tampered DNA and Poetry. This is where you find me! This is not pornography or love. This is a gathering of Kindred souls between male and female. It is through this Space that I will find my gorilla soul mate.
You are a witness of Music in words, of rhythm and Spirit, of old drums chanting old beats. You are a witness of famine spreading toast with marmalade spread and buttered eggs through mechanical devices of Heat and luxury served with Champagne for breakfast. You are a witness of World War III in times of overpopulation, in times of Death and decay of love and Freedom. You are a witness of hunger and War.
The nuclear bomb is not even an option. This is not a divorce settlement. This is a subpoena. We are nuclear together! We chant and dance in Apocalypse! We can celebrate until the End of the world. You are my Spouse and ‘cos of that you are my wife. This is not a divorce settlement! This is a gathering of old Trees and gorillas upon the bits and bytes of the Internet.
You are reading my deepest desire. You are reading my communication, my secret communication with my gorilla wife. Thee! This gathering is for you and me. Only old Trees can mate with gorillas. This is a dancing of words, a chanting of desire. This is where fiction meets reality and can only be read by female readers who have access to this secret location reserved for old Trees like me and gorillas like you! This is the Big Bang Bus! a gathering of leftovers from Ancient times when Planet Earth was just earth, Trees and Animals. A gathering before the mechanical devices of Heat and luxury, before pornography and Hollywood.
The local time here is pre-Atlantis before World War I and after World War III, before the Egyptians built the Pyramids, before the First cavemen painted their caves with paintings of animals and hunting. This place is where the human DNA is tampered with, where the future of the Planet is made to last while.
You have found the Big Bang Bus! You are in your journey with me. You can dream it and feel it right through the Internet. I am an old Tree seeking my gorilla Spouse to merge with into a mystery. You have found me. I know you have found me. I know you are here somewhere. I can see your curves. I can feel your curves. I can hear your call. We will unravel the nuclear code and our passion will tamper the human genome to a new kind of DNA. Our eroticism will create the new super genome. I am married to the sexiest gorilla around. Still I cannot find her. Where is she?
I seek thou curves. I seek thou straightforward curves bewitched by your beauty and core, bewitched by your simplicity and care. They seek not attention or pleasure. They seek reproduction and uniqueness. We will forge a new kind. A kind that will destroy poverty and restore the human mind from its mutation.
I treasure the complications of your carnal love. I treasure them. The gorilla needs a Forest to survive. The old Tree needs a gorilla in order to tamper the human genome into a new DNA for mankind. Don’t call it love. Call it passion and desire, peace and intelligence, the bold and the beautiful.
I know you are calm as you read the words written for you upon your computer screen.
You think to yourself:’ Who is my witness? I want this dream to come true. This old Tree is my soul mate. I know he is. I can remember now.’
You have found the Big Bang Bus! A special place in the Ether in a secret location reserved for dreamers.
I think to myself:’ I want all of us to be ninety nine percent of the human genome. I don’t want this world to End. I want to merge and create the new DNA. The Ultimate DNA. The DNA of old Trees and gorillas untampered with. I want to celebrate for ever the merger of descent and progress into an unknown new kind of Men and women. I don’t want your realism.’
I live in the Space reserved for the Artists of this world, the Space where Art merges with matter and Spirit. I reside in the Big Bang Bus!
Well, that’s it dear readers. Some parts of that poem are actually embarrassing. I shouldn’t publish this kind of stuff! Anyways I got to reach my millionth word sooner then later. Only then will I be able to take myself serious as a writer. Let’s end this somewhat lengthy entry and a first timer! It’s in Audio as well. Thank you for reading my stuff and for hearing it as well!
You have been reading the stuff of the Stars. My name is darth ghost. I am the Emperor of Texas living in exile, wishing you a very Godly Sunday. Make the best of your day ‘cos tomorrow never comes. The older I get the more I see, the less I want to See. I just relax and enjoy life. I want to write as much as possible.
Let’s end with a song as is customary in Season 3. My weather forecast has been delayed. It’s not so easy to predict the weather. I’ll get back to it soon! Here's some good old Bob Dylan with a great song called Subterranean Homesick Blues. Watch out kids! Don't let yourself be brainwashed by society. Enjoy your Monday, working day for most of us, tomorrow the 8th of November in the Year of the Tiger marked as the 4707th one according to certain Chinese scholars.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Be0H_AI1zys
Thank you for coming onboard Ulysses V. The Ultimate gateway to the Stars. The Texas Space Port for your Soul.
That’s it kids. God Bless&See you around.
