LANELESS WORLD DRIVE

Farewell 2010s

I'm all set

In the U.S. city of Waukesha , a woman called 911 after Kentucky Fried flubbed her order . After stating the order was wrong, the dispatcher went all hardcore dramatic and threw the food on the ground in front of the customer. A supervisor came over with a new sandwich at which point a refund was asked for. The refund was refused, the law was informed. To be fair to the woman, the employee who delivered the sandwich she ordered sounds like a little punk but you don't tie up the emergency lines with this sort of hoo-hah. Seriously.

taken from Songs of Innocence (1789) by  William Blake To Mercy Pity Peace and Love. All pray in their distress: And to these virtues of delight Return their thankfulness. For Mercy Pity Peace and Love, Is God our father dear: And Mercy Pity Peace and Love, Is Man his child and care. For Mercy has a human heart Pity, a human face: And Love, the human form divine, And Peace, the human dress. Then every man of every clime, That prays in his distress, Prays to the human form divine Love Mercy Pity Peace, And all must love the human form. In heathen, turk or jew, Where Mércy, Love & Pity dwell, There God is dwelling too.

Yes, it really is. Season's greetings to every single one of you all. Stay well and have a good one. Merry Christmas!  

Father Christmas, where you been? Avoiding me again this year, I see I left him day old warm flat beer Then hijacked his sleigh and reindeer There are no ifs, there are no buts Father Christmas hates my guts

Some miserable bastard or possibly bastards are  slipping notes into toys saying Father Christmas is a myth in order to shatter children's perception of the yuletide season. Complete zealots, they instruct children about the fakery of Santa and to fall to their knees to beg forgiveness from Jesus. Jesus himself probably would have  berated these killjoys. These people aren't Christians. They are in fact Cretins.

Beware of individuals who practice fake empathy for monetary gain who will dose you up on  soul destroying drugs in order to control you. These creatures are in fact themselves soulless.  They are the  morlocks of this world. You are the  eloi but have the capacity for strength of mind and character as well as physicality. Do not underestimate yourself. When your mired in depression or your confidence is lacking seeking professional help can be beneficial. But buyer beware - these places are primarily businesses so the bottom line is their chief concern to turn a profit. In most instances, long term therapy will be recommended whether you really need it or not. Remember, as you control the purse-strings, you are the master and they are the servant. If they want to schedule you around themselves and not at a time that you find convenient, dump them. They serve you, not the other way around.* These people can help but do not trust them completely. Their ultimate aim ...

Thanks Labor! This person has had over 50 infringements since arriving illegally in 2013. Think about that. That averages to a little over eight a year. Throwing boiling water on a security guard was among his heinous acts. Punching a guard for confiscating his stash of pornography was another. Whilst being holed up in a Papua New Guinea detention centre, the creep has injected his penis with palm oil in an attempt to go for that  Long Dong Silver look. He failed. Taking advantage of the Medevac Bill , he will be flown to Australia for a taxpayer-funded $10,000 reconstruction. From there, it's Australian entry because after treatment a return to PNG is a no-no (thanks to the bill). There is a push to repeal this piece of legislation. Personally, I hope it comes to pass. [ more details ]

You are boxed in. You have to assume a certain form of posture, a rigid stance. You cannot escape. What you cannot do is keep going on in this way.                              You must move forward.                                                                   You have to allow yourself to actually break free.                                                                                      You have to escape. Do not settle for mediocrity. Allow yourself to find quality. Alter the way you think. Break free, allow yourself to be open...

Got an itch you can't scratch?  Today, November 12 is a full moon and it well could be your fur is sprouting, your teeth are gnashing and you can just feel that a night of unfettered mayhem and reckless abandon awaits.  Seriously, the last thing you really need is flea infestation so before running berserk through the streets tonight, applying some  Frontline Plus could be beneficial. You never know who you might meet.      And so, in honour of tonight's full moon and its possible consequences -

Lest we forget

Everybody sees you but nobody knows you. There is no discourse. There is no contact. The mask is you, tear the mask off. Become the person you ought to be, not who you "should" be. Your heart is willing. Allow it to open. Embrace the now and reject the fake. Embrace humility but know your true value.  The past is just that. Mistakes were made. You have a soul but you're not a sinner, you're a human being. Try to cement core values learned. Embrace the change and evolve. If need be, leave aspects of the past behind. Discard, renew and illuminate. Be honest with yourself. Realise where you've been, where you're at and the direction in which you want to head (even if you don't know the destination).  It's certainly true that in life there are certain things that you can't change and there will be times involving people or situations which could potentially trip you up. But remember -  you are strong, you have strength, you are a winner and don't l...

Never was one for Halloween, what with children going from door to door begging for lollies and being taught that becoming an eventual tubby panhandler with rotten teeth is an attractive career option. Sorry kids, I'm afraid it isn't. This does give me the opportunity to throw this up though (its sort of horror related) -  the late, great Hasil Adkins and his common sense approach towards dieting, "No More Hot Dogs".

The world is a toilet at the best of times but that doesn't mean you need to be sucked into the cistern by having your joie de vivre flushed by unevolved adult children who don't deserve the time of day. Don't give in to the fools. You think they care about you?  They don't. So why should you care about their actions or their words? They are nothing. They are literally pathetic creatures projecting their own self-loathing on to you.  If you stay positive, the cretins will feel worse. Sad to say but that's good. Screw 'em, they're not worth knowing. Just pity them. A sense of decorum goes a long way. An unshakeable belief in yourself goes even further. Believe. You are worth it. You are.

Carla Bellucci, vile narcissist and all-round piece of crap faked depression in order to get a nose job at the taxpayer's expense. After being found out, she's been given doctor's notes for stress leave that has been stretching into months.          Her spare time is spent at the gym and hanging out in nail salons. This woman is ugly. Ugly on the inside. A woman who works in an administration capacity and was once an ex-model. Who was she a model for, a firm that specialised in knock-off burqas? Yeah, I'm an arsehole and I'll be the first to admit it but in this case I feel that I'm totally  justified.       your author : he's an arsehole, he's a Virgo As it is, the mental health system                                                                          is...

End of the century, end of the planet, end of days. Late 1999 saw the release of Primal Scream's "Swastika Eyes (War Pigs)" single. Wow, it's been twenty years. This is the Jagz Kooner remix which appeared on the following year's "Xtrmntr" album (there was also a Chemical Brothers remix). From the  motorik beat onwards this just drives forward and forward and forward whilst showing no sign of relenting. Dance music for the Apocalypse. By the way, whatever happened to that pesky Y2K bug ?

Unethical psychiatrists with a saviour complex, destroying the lives of insecure individuals. The inner workings of the soul should be explored, one's self-esteem should be built up with the knowledge that your body is your body and it's okay. You are okay. No visit to Dr. Frankenstein to get your todger snipped off and a pair of fake silicone tits attached is going to improve how you're going to feel about yourself as a whole. Maybe on the most superficial of levels but for the complete person within, no. In fact, this is borne of self-loathing. Look at this poor guy. He's been turned into a quivering wreck. All in the name of  "progressivism". Just prescribe those drugs, attach yourself to some poor confused schmuck and watch those dollars come rolling in. These so-called health care professionals are nothing more than self-serving, money worshipping parasites whose only reward should be contempt.

She saved my life. She almost killed me.    I'll always love her.                                   

nb: For those who have wandered in, seen this post and gone "... what?" - I suffer from bouts of depression  and was referred to a  den of psychologists for assessment. Things ended up going south fairly fast. Faulty technology, misinformation and the  shifting of responsibility apropos  made sure the only winner was  cynicism.

Me, despair éclair citaloprammed to submit hollow promises                                         (haiku)

Place yourself in a situation where hope seems forlorn, where no reasonable outcome seems discernable or even desired. Where the weight of the world is enveloping you in a hazy morass of misplaced despair where you question your place on the planet and the point of your existence. Depression. What a bitch. This may sound like a cliché, but there is always light. The end of the tunnel is coming and you will reach it.  Take it one day at a time and leave the old cow floundering. You really are worth it. And so am I. We all are.