I figured out my beliefs.

I believe in aliens, conspiracies, god, jesus, the devil, demons, death cults, magic, reptillians, cow mutilations, buddha, moloch, mayans, astrology, science, robots, castaneda, the matrix, the new age, crop circles, 2012, jonestown, krshna, quetzalcoatl, mushrooms, dream lives, past lives, mind control, free will, materialism, plato, the kabbalah, gandhi, nazi races in the arctic, lovecraft, the loch ness monster, epicureans, spinoza, archetypes, synchronicities, chaotic universes, folklore, king arthur, the hollow earth, martians, space bases, leary, huxley, orwell, the apocalypse, pelaideians, arcturians, channelling, satanism, reality hacking, altars, levitation, the flying spaghetti monster, the invisible pink unicorn, sinful man, eternal life, souls, ghouls, vampires, objectivism, materialism, marxism, communism, capitalism, anarchy, free trade, globlism, sex cults, arranged marriages, fate, soulmates, compassion, twin flames, st germain, kryon, david icke, armageddon, rosicurians, the masons, discordians, eris, fnord, J.R "Bob" Dobbs, meaninglessness, calvin & hobbes, the john birch society, the trilateral commission, the rockerfellers, the trinity, human rights, paradoxes, mary magdalene, our lady of fatima, apparitions, orbs, bible, the tao, the cross, freedom fighters, friendship, necessity, shordupersavs, hard work, ethics, marriage, love, rock music, lore, mythology, breakfast, infinity, old fashioned values, hinduism, miracles, rainbows, wishes, shotting stars, sea horses, love, beief, purpose, evolution, and the armageddon.

I also believe in not believing.


And I don't believe in Dianetics

"Have this", I grab the cardboard tab and stick it in my mouth, promptly forgetting what it is that I swallow. Austin mucks around with my crutches and the night turns into an eternal struggle of finding them and putting them back to their correct height, im off my head and having fun at National Beer Day until it comes to a close so..

We all head back to Allans, I walk through the door and look at the television..

"The writing is backwards!" i scream, but the rest think i'm crazy, so i sit down and assume that i'm just really drunk.. but then pingu appears on the screen and starts screaming at me! And what's with those rainbows coming out of the screen!! I decide not to mention them, since everyone can obviously see them and I don't want to point out the obvious.

Someone makes fun of me 'i play in band duhh', so i stand up, time stops, and i punch Simo on the head.
...................

Next thing i know im being held down and yelled at. 'What happenned?! what?!'.. but i look the fool and have to wear it.

I don't think i've ever apologized and meant it like i did that night.. it was like setting a homeless man on fire, Simo, of all people, the sweet vegan poster boy.

So he was kind of cut and i was upset, they left and I lay down to wallow and figure out what was wrong with me, i threw up emotions for the next three hours, lying on the floor, shivering and mentally releasing all my sins, i walked into the room where she was asleep and confessed as well as i could..

The patterns kept on showing, i was in other peoples shoes, i realized my arrogance and my mean streak, i realized that i am a horrible person, and that i dont know how to handle it, but i felt like i cleansed myself as well, as if that punch had cosmic repercussions, whether negative or positive definitely transitory.

The next morning Megan sez 'they were all taking acid at the party' and then it hits me.. the cardboard!

I'd been on acid, no wonder pingu had rainbows all over it...

the conclusion..

Beer + Weed + Acid + Pingu + Simos head = trouble.

Friday poker and i lost as usual, first out so down to the beers and jamming on the guitar. Shariff the smarmy winner makes us all upset but the night is good and we sleep in time to get up the next morning for the annual National Beer Day at flabsys house in Penrith.

Hours late but right on time we set up in the living room, grab some beers and get started, all eight people watching us enjoy our set, im already mildly enebriated so get into it, finishing on an epic rendition of pablo's love song with me hanging off the roofs beams.

The rest of the day turns into drunken shennanigans, great bands indoors and the kids with the black shirts mosh like crazy as i jump in occassionally to add some rasta scat, old skool rachel shows up, she looks great, alive and healthy, we have a good talk, later on before she leaves i tell her that that i want to kiss her, we have a pash, it's nice, and i hope to see her again even if its just to hang out.

Pablo says:
if you could trade me for 5000 camels
Pablo says:
would you do it?
simo says:
what am i gonna do with 5000 camels?
Pablo says:
SO many things
simo says:
no way
Pablo says:
you could carry salt across the desert
simo says:
hahah
Pablo says:
race them
Pablo says:
use their fur
Pablo says:
ride them and be a king
Pablo says:
start a camel army
simo says:
build them into an army of camels
Pablo says:
no seriously, think about it
Pablo says:
hahahaha
Pablo says:
great minds
simo says:
and take over canberra
Pablo says:
it would make world news
simo says:
hahah
Pablo says:
we have no natural defences against the camel
Pablo says:
so knowing this..
Pablo says:
would you?
simo says:
who would i be trading you to?
Pablo says:
you dont know his name but you suspect he is arab
simo says:
maybe if it was to nymph party aliens yes
Pablo says:
i see your point, but not to the shadowy man under the tunic then?
simo says:
hmmm id have to meet and greet with said shadowy figure
simo says:
and make sure my pablo would be taken care of
simo says:
nice blanket to sleep on and salt lick for dinner
Pablo says:
Yes or No simo
simo says:
no
Pablo says:
You are a true friend
Pablo says:
:)
simo says:
:)