Take me to a happiness beyond human reach
Beyond the grasp of lust
Beyond the need for trust
Beyond the gaze of the sick and the lame
Beyond the stretch of human pain
I should keep you all a wee bit more updated and informed of my present and recent doings and goings.
Well yeah, I should but the truth has to be told and that is that there is nothing to be telt. Nope.
Life in the last lane. the hard shoulder. the layby. It's like that with me. Just too often.
I am in Scotland. Near Glasgow. not near enough and at the same time not nearly far enough away.
I am biding my time. Biding biding. I wish to be away from here and should be before the end of september . The problem is that the money situation never really got sorted out. I have a very small pocketful of pennies and pounds. But. I need to get out of here. get away. to a place I can just not be here. You may not be understanding what I am saying but I need to go go go. I need out of this. And I am not sure I will find what I am looking for in South America but it seems that I am going there anyway. I wil spend time with Maria Ines. I will go to Bolivia. I will see what else I may squeeze into my 7 months of being not in this dreary place.
drreary it is, but it has it's occasionaly flickers. I went to see Acid Mothers Temple the other night. A Japanese psychedelic rock band who just were very loud and psychedelic. just what they were meant to be. I loved it. loud noise with psychedelic Japanese nutters . Beautiful.
I've spent my time in Scotland alone this trip. I just decided - for better or worse I am not sure but it's a thing I have mostly done. and leaves only myself to piss myself off. And it isny a difficult chore that. !!
So this is just a wee filler to let you all know that I am still a real living guy... The price I have to pay eh!
I will to let you know when I move on and what then takes place as I slide down south from the tip of the Andies to a bit more south Andies. Me in my bob sleigh tabogan sledge thingy that skoots and swooshes North to south downward on and off piste and pure belting it thru lands of beauty and inca-ian indian wonder and snow showers and fallen trees and the cool morn breeze that sweeps through the hair of the head. bringing with it open eyes and wonderment.
Lets not live too long. eh
My love to you
..ed xxxxx
