On a hot summer night, the sun don’t shine.

Corporate- On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red and white logo?

Public- Will he offer me his mouth?

Corporate- Yes.

Public- Will he offer me his teeth?

Corporate- Yes.

Public- Will he offer me his Jaws?

Corporate- Yes.

Public- Will he offer me his hunger?

Corporate- Yes.

Public- Again. Will he offer me his hunger?

Corporate- Yes!

Public- And will he starve without me?

Corporate- Yes!!

Public- Then does he love me?

Corporate- Yes.

Public- Yes.

Corporate- On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red and white logo?

Public- Yes.

Corporate- I bet you say that to all the boys.

Public- How dare you! Stick your red and white logo where the sun don’t shine!

Anonymity versus recognition?!

Picking around on a piece of ground in my home town. Waiting for something or someone to show me the way. Unfortunately thats what I generally do. Instead of going out there and creating my world and future.

Slept in late in the morning saturday and sunday. Before these mornings I had stayed up late on the internet, kidding myself my online presence was in some way of any kind of substance and real. In truth its only holding a reality that turns into a forgotten html code as quickly as it is posted.

I had to use this verse from Pink Floyd’s song, in the beginning of this post, because one-I’m trying to learn how to play the song on guitar and two-I’m so anonymous, it doesn’t matter!

Have a great day,

BC.

Clarke clocked in.

Clarke’s normal day.

Clarke clocked in precisely the same time as always. Earlier, on his way to the daily grind, he didn’t unexpectedly witness a robbery at Henderson’s newsagency, on the corner of 5th and Boulevard.
He didn’t, not pay for his fare on the 333 bus, down the Western Thoroughfare.
Clarke thought it completely normal, the same familiar faces of the children playing hand ball in the school yard.
As he stepped off the bus, “Grizzly Bear” asked him for spare change, so he could buy a little extra soup at the soup kitchen.
As usual he gave the hairy homeless man 20 cents before walking down Patterson St, then left on Robertson St, swinging right with a “Top of the morning to you” to Janelle the meter maid. Then walking through the front door of MacGintys  Stationary, his place of employment for 5 years now.
In fact the whole day was incident free! How could this be?! Every single person in Jonestown, excluding Clarke, had the most disastrous day of their lives, on this day, friday 13 of march 2009.  And some even died! But not Clarke!
I too had a disastrous day. It started with a tooth being pulled, followed by, being in the 3rd car of a 5 car pile up on the same thoroughfare, as Clarke’s 333 bus, happened to be on.
Somehow Clarke managed to escape tragedy, on this day. This average man of 43 years, Joe Sebastian Clarke, who holds a clerical position at MacGinty’s Stationary, is a truly blessed man!

End, for now. To be continued.

BC.

Can a wizard give up magic?!

What would Harry Potter be going through when  his new years resolution has been to give up magic?! There must be a point in every magic /wizard persons life when magic just gets in the way. Being considered as a genius, magic person in all circles, of life he/she comes in contact with. There must come a stage when they fear they will never be accepted by the general public. Too successful to be accepted by mere mortals.

The longing to be normal, run of the mill, average person must run deep. And with no one to share similar problems with, amongst mortals. I guess this is a very rare case of when being successful can make you feel like an outcast. I could imagine if I was a wizard or warlock, I might resort to creating my exact twin, to argue with myself. Create a challenging opposing point of view. I would probably make this an entertaining moment in my every day life. Problem is more often than not I would relent and use magic to win the argument.

I would also have fun creating scenes and beliefs for mere mortals to toil over. Maybe thats how the mysterious crop circles occurred back in July of 1991 in Germany. It was a bored wizard or witch playing with the general population. Creating evidence beyond belief, out of this world and too damning to argue with. Sitting back and laughing at us while we debate back and forth over how the circles were made by aliens and that no man of this earth could have pulled this off.

I think it would be entertaining playing with the minds of mortals. It’s sure entertaining imagining this anyway!

Happy new year.

Happy new year to everyone! Heres to hoping-that which you wish, becomes that which is!

BC.

In your circle.

That which is, is that which you let into your circle of life. The rest is just imagined, until of course you let it into your circle.

BC.

Her soft beautiful form.

It’s the cries of pleasure that keep me burning like a white-tipped blade. The curves of her beautiful form, leave me wanting more. But in order to have more, I must delay the inevitable and fuel the fire with more cries of pleasure, around the curves of her beautiful form. And so it goes again, until I can take no more! The fireman has put the fire out, alas I have a broken mast, ship wrecked all at sea.

Christmas in Sweden.

White Christmas.

Good morning and Merry Christmas. I woke up this morning to a phone call from my dear son, wishing me a Merry Christmas.

Snow cone anyone?

So here in Sweden, tradition says one should celebrate Christmas on the 24th of December. – God Jul till alla! (Merry Christmas to all!) Tradition has it, so it is in my sons mothers family anyway, Christmas breakfast, play in the snow, christmas dinner in late afternoon, then Tomten (Santa Claus) visits, for delivery of presents and a sip of snaps, then continue deliveries.

So kids continue un-wrapping presents while tomten (Santa Claus) walks out the door, into the bitter cold snow and travel with his reindeer’s to the next snow-covered village.

Windy Christmas night.

I was born in Sydney Australia, grew up in Canberra Australia. Christmas time during my childhood consisted of BBQ’s, flip-flops, hats, sunscreen and heat stroke, while playing with the toys I received from family. Nothing like the pictures you see above. Which is where I find myself living, for my sons and my own sake.

Now if I have painted myself as a saint, then I’m sorry but that is a fault of mine, that is never what I intend to do. During this time of year I have tended to get a little introvert/intro-perspective, if there is such a word.

I lost my father on the 18th of December in the early 90’s and ever since then Christmas hasn’t held the same meaning for me.

But its all about my son and how he feels now. Otherwise I could skip Christmas altogether, not worth the hassle, etc, etc! I guess this blog has taken a few tangent roads from its first intentions.

In short, wherever you are, whatever you do, have an enjoyable Christmas!

Way better than TV!

So who watches TV anymore? I know that I feel guilty for not using my mind and sitting in front of the box, being stupified into comfortably numbness, for the longest time now.
Why turn on the idiot box when you can turn the internet on, create, collaborate and have fun with people from all over the world. Theres where the inspiration is!

Some real viable entertainment is out there being produced free of charge. Its exciting, all you have to do is put your hand up and people will work with you on inspired ideas-Turn an idea into real entertainment. Ten  to fifteen years ago, this sort of thing was just a dream someone dreamt. Now its reality.

Music is being produced just waiting and begging to be inserted into something creative. Best thing of all its skills being given to other skills to put together as entertainment, payment is, more exposure. No money has been exchanged between all whom are working on an idea.

No wonder the big entertainment companies want to limit what you can see free on the internet. These days if you see it on TV, then its second hand. It was hot when it was viewed online!

Just today I made a discovery referred to me by FAB-Fataussiebarstard of youtube. A channel called Jimmy Hook. He has a real knack of telling a story and has put together a series that spans 14 episodes so far. It features youtube account holders who want to be a part of something creative. Let me tell you, it is creative and very well done.

So the next time you go to turn the TV on, do yourself a favor, turn to the internet instead and dust off those creative aspirations. Get involved!!

Thanks for reading and checking out my blog. Stay creatively you, BC.

PS. Here is one chick who inspires me every time she performs, Mysti Mayhem.

 

Sometimes.

Sometimes I feel life is passing me by, like flipping through an old phto album. My mind is busy looking through old photos while everyone around me is moving forward, sometimes.