Stories, Rhymes and Brain fallout.

what’s real?  what’s true?  Who’s who?  Who’s you?  Used to trust a smile used to trust a friend , but now it seems just a means to an end. Living the dream, being a theme now just a part of someone elses scheme. Need to stay free, not be theirs ,just be me. Talking my talk not thinking of a fee.  In the end what’s real what’s true?  The only thing that matters is what makes me me,and not you. 

He's a grey suited mouse that travels Business Class, His boss pays the tickets, his boss owns his ass. Wears the clothes of the herd, grey suits the normality, Being conform is his reality. Meeting to meeting, plan to plan, Believing he's 'made it' serving the man. Then boredom becoming he envies the free, But credit card debts mean he cannot flee. His wife needs more money she's bought a new cup, even more plastic to fill his void up.

I spent last weekend in the UK , a city trip, a luxury , two and a half days of walking the streets of my favourite districts of London. As always my partner and I stayed at a Hotel in Shepherds bush, easy access to the Central line of the underground and walking distance to the hip and trendy shops, boutiques and coffee bars of Portobello Road. Not that we buy a lot, it’s just fun to see what the ‘trends’ are in the selling of shit we don’t need. How many different ways can you sell coffee for example? now it seems with pumpkin flavour- ffs! who thinks all this commercial bullshit up?  How many Banksy rip-off postcards and wall art can you put up in your home,office or den?   Whether you buy the shit you don’t need in Notting Hill or in ‘street wise’ Camden, it’s still just part of a global lifestyle market, the stalls, shops and traders all selling stuff made in some child sweatshop.  The biggest ‘shit you don’t need’ market segment is -of course- food. Foo...

Calling ‘Ms’ Clinton a feminist is like saying Michael Jackson was black; If she’s such a feminist why would she get her cheating husband in at the convention to endorse her candidacy. Shouldn’t she have spoken out against men that cheat on their women? While Bill was in the oral office getting his dick polished, where was her feminist rage?  She uses all the glass ceiling and feminist bullshit to get votes, and it’ll probably work. Have black lives ‘mattered’ more now that Obama has been president? if they have then it hasn’t trickled down to the police yet.  ‘Ms’ Clinton is an establishment figure, a corrupt politician, an acceptable candidate for the establishment, Bernie Sanders was a threat to their supremacy that’s why he didn’t get the running mate status he deserved, there again this is the States, he’s lucky not to have been shot with all his ravings about a ‘fair society’ Bernie is a communist as far as rednecks are concerned, so he got off easy.  Thus ...

It’s not a case of being uninspired,it’s just that I have nothing more to say. Nothing, I don’t know how to solve muslim terror, just as I do not know how to stop corporate greed from making the planet unihabitable. I just do not have the answers to anything, and why should I ? I don’t run for any political office, I try to get likes on my facebook and twitter accounts that’s all, and to get likes you don’t need answers you just need random comments, knowledge of the given subject isn't necessary, and the less politically correct the better.  I should stay away from social media, it makes me unsociable, but I can’t. I tell myself it’s part of my job, to be ‘out there’ and ‘in the mix’, but it’s not - I’m a comedian and it’s that what I am known for, not for my political stance or solutions -those I do not have.  That’s why I write this blog, silly as it is, it’s just one more way of being ‘out there’ and ‘in the mix’ being part of the modern world and showing that I have ...

 I sit here every morning and write three pages of ‘thought flow’ before breakfast, or coffee or even before any talk with my partner, it’s what I call ‘clearing the head’ . This is not that by the way, what I write in the mornings is strictly personal and will never be seen by anyone other than myself, it’s a privacy pact I have with myself,  knowing that it will never be read by anyone else makes it easier to be totally honest with the thoughts that rush through my brain.  We humans, poor us, we have the ability to think, to form opinions and random thoughts, to be able to be abstract in our mind - it’s the base of our creativity , also the source of our turmoil and pain.  I sit here in my little room that I pompously call ‘my office’ and stare out the window, every now and then my eye is caught by somebody walking , driving or cycling by. To me they are just people, others, unknown - they each have their own stories to tell. Our experience is always only ...