Wednesday, 15 August 2012


Got a package from my good buddy Mr.Nervous.. or Mr.Cape.. well Abey anyway. & in this parcel was.. yes indeedy, a copy of Nervous in a Cape issue 6!!! It's marvelous stuff y'all & I highly recommend shooting down to


ta git urself a copy ( or many..) of said Comic!!!

& dig ol lovey Helen's bikey blog!

AAA some many things to do & dig & so lil time!!! Darn dang it all...

Prophet goes:

And a merchant said, Speak to us of Buying and Selling.

And he answered and said:

To you the earth yields her fruit, and you shall not
want if you but know how to fill your hands.

It is in exchanging the gifts of the earth that you
shall find abundance and be satisfied. 

Yet unless the exchange be in love and kindly justice
it will but lead some to greed and others to hunger.

When in the market-place you toilers of the sea and
fields and vineyards meet the weavers and the 
potters and the gatherers of spices - 

Invoke then the master spirit of the earth, to come
into your midst ad sanctify the scales and the 
reckoning that weighs value against value.

And suffer not the barren-handed to take part in
your transactions, who would sell their words for
your labour.

To such men you should say:

´Come with us to the field, or go with our brothers
to the sea and cast your net;

´For the land and the sea shall be bountiful to you
even as to us.´

And if there come the singers and the dancers and
the flute-players - buy of their gifts also.

For they too are gatherers of fruit and frankincense,
and that which they bring, though fashioned of
dreams, is raiment and food for your soul.

And before you leave the ,market-place, see that no
one has gone his way with empty hands.

For the master spirit of the earth shall not sleep
peacefully upon the wind till the needs of the least
of you are satisfied.


& I count ol Abe with the singers & dancers & flute players 

"For they too are gatherers of fruit and frankincense,
and that which they bring, though fashioned of
dreams, is raiment and food for your soul."

So it be time t go t bed again...

nights N a whole lotta lovin!


Tuesday, 14 August 2012


Sometimes I feel like wantin to be one of these dudes..

Or crazy ol Lao Tse hangin out in the misty mountains..

& at other times I feel like wantin to be one of these instead:

AAahh... tryin to figure things out...

& the Prophet says:

And the weaver say, Speak to us of

And he answered:

Your clothes conceal much of your beauty, yet they
hide not the unbeautiful. 

And though you seek in garments the freedom of
privacy you may find in them a harness and a chain.

Would that you could meet the sun and the wind
with more of your skin and less of your raiment.

For the breath of life is in the sunlight and the hand
of life is in the wind.

Some of you say, ´It is the north wind who has
woven the clothes we wear.´

And I say, Ay, it was the north wind,

But shame was his loom, and the softening of the
sinews was his thread. 

And when his work was done he laughed in the 

Forget not that modesty is for a shield against the
eye of the unclean.

And when the unclean shall be no more, what were
modesty but a fetter and fouling of the mind?

And forget not that the earth delights to feel your
bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.

& stuff like that makes one lean more twards the former..

Torn between the two.....................................

lotsa lovin! 

Sunday, 12 August 2012

Howdy y'all!

Back from ol Berlin & it was effin sweet!!!

(just these coupla pics till I gets our own up...) 

Highly recommend a trip out there for any & all! Can't wait to get back!

On to other stuff:

Dig ol Master Abraham & his magic pencil strokes!

& The Night!

& the fabulous Mr. Halmetoja for all y'all Finlandish
speakers & readers:

& likewise for the Finlanskys: 

Jarkko at Raikasweb

& now for something completely different..

If you fancy getting all gentlemanly & dressing up in fine shirt gets urself one of these babies:

Some good shit right thar!

& lastly a bit of ol Prophet who ain't been around for quite a while...

Then a mason came forth and said, Speak to us of 

And he answered and said:

Build of your imaginings a bower in the wilderness
ere you build a house within the city walls.

For even as you have home-comings in your
twilight, so has the wanderer in you, the ever-
distant and alone. 

Your house is your larger body.

It grows in the sun and sleeps in the stillness of the 
night; and it is not dreamless. Does not your house
dream, and dreaming, leave the city for grove or

Would that I could gather your houses into my
hand, and like a sower scatter them in forest and

Would the valleys were your streets, and the green
paths your alleys, that you might seek one another
through vineyards, and come with fragrance of
the earth in your garments. 

But these things are not yet to be.

In their fear your forefathers gathered you too near
together. And that fear shall endure a little longer. 
A little longer shall your city walls separate your
hearths from your fields.

And tell me, people of Orphalese, what have you in
these houses? And what is it you guard with
fastened doors?

Have you peace, the quiet urge that reveals your

Have you remembrances, the glimmering arches
that span the summits of the mind?

Have you beauty, that leads the heart from things
fashioned of wood and stone to the holy mountain?

Tell me, have you these in your houses?

Or have you only comfort, and the lust for comfort,
that stealthy thing that enters the house a guest, and
then becomes a host, and then a master?

Ay, and it becomes a tamer, and with hook and
scourge makes puppets of your larger desires. 

Though its hands are silken, its hearts of iron. 

It lulls you to sleep only to stand by your bed and
jeer at the dignity of the flesh. 

It makes mock of your sound senses, and lays them
in thistledown like fragile vessels.

Verily the lust for comfort murders the passion of
the soul, and then walks grinning in the funeral. 

But you, children of space, you restless in rest, you
shall not be trapped nor tamed.

Your house shall be not an anchor but a mast.

It shall not be glistening film that covers a wound,
but an eyelid that guards the eye. 

You shall not fold your wings that you may pass
through doors, nor bend your heads that they strike
not against a ceiling, nor fear to breathe lest walls
should crack and fall down.

You shall not dwell in tombs made by the dead for
the living.

And though of magnificence and splendor, your
house shall not hold your secret nor shelter your

For that which is boundless in you abides in the 
mansion of the sky, whose door is the morning mist,
and whose windows are the songs and the silences
of night.

I been told that the mornin mist is fairies dancing.. I thought that was pretty cool...

Here a great tune:

& this is always brilliant. Probably gonna be reposting it
several times yet...

cool, thas it for now!

Lotsa lovin!


Thursday, 2 August 2012

Late night cup of coffee in
round the corner night cafĂ© 
Lonely guy sitting alone all
and tired
empty & hurt..
Over the counter he listens to
couple going over their evening
& thru their night.
And he wonders
where is his love
his life?
Sorrowfully he stares
into his half empty coffee cup &
soon lights another cigarette
Behind the counter the
proprietor washes the last
tiredly, he awaits the 
moment they leave...
Outside in the moody
darkness heroes meet their
doomy ends..
The loner pulls his hat
down & sinks on his stool
Another butt
another coffee
time to go soon..
To another dreamy day
another half empty night,
another one way street..
The girl sitting & smoking
says to the john 
they should go..
Dark side-town streets
in the depressing quiet night
await for yet another 
cold, abandoned footstep..
the couple talk about their remaining time
& the loner 
wonders about the
mysteriousness of the 
ever growing
never ending

Chris A.d.M

(written for an english class held by Mr. KG in 2005...)