Diamond Coven of Dice

To chance is to risk all. Gamblers play to lose and rollers of the cosmic dice stand by the roadside in the rain for three hours, waiting for a car to stop. Only to see Holy Sun come blazing out over Narbonne. As a red bus pulls up driven by a beautiful young woman called Autumn. Smoking rollups and talking in her native French like some Luc Besson Nikita grinding gears in the new post COVID world of France in 2022. She will call you on your bullshit and laugh if you chicken out on the adventure as the answer to getting scared in this staring contest with the Universe is,,,go further. Even if it feels like the grim reaper has crawled into your rucksack and is whispering for you to end it all. NO! Suicide is a life destroying illusion brought on by a profound tiredness of body and mind,,,and not knowing the rules of the game. If you hide away indoors like some bedsit recluse you will never meet a goddess of the highway. It's a nice idea that she might move in opposite you and knock your door one day for a cup of sugar,,,but unlikely. No, to activate the truly terrifying state of aliveness that wankers mock as unnecessary. You need to get out there and sometimes maybe wake up shivering with a rat sniffing your stinking sockless bloody feet. The biggest rats I've ever seen, the size of Jack Russells, were in Paris and you are always advised to sleep in either a hammock or more practically on a park bench. To be above it all. So Autumn is asking me what I'm about and I'm trying to remember my French whilst staring out the window with drilled out holes for eyes. I don't have a destination typed out on my phone. I have the cold concrete and some bread. For now it can't be sugar dusted. This is a mind war I've found myself in, not some suburban game of what if? So fuck off.
I've felt the safety net below me rip and fall apart like some promise from a do gooding wanker who will never help in the hard times. I'm lucky to have fellow travelers who see the world ike I do. And vice versa. Thrive to be misunderstood and enjoy your desert island. Philosophise a new safety net stronger than Peter Parker's web juice. Stronger than life. Equal to death. Of course I'm talking about not giving a fuck if you fall on your face and get laughed at in the true arena of philosophy: street life.
I could tell you how nice it is to hide the body's dirty secrets and being homeless without money you may be forced to shit in a bush like an animal.
It's not all doom and gloom.
I was stood by the roadside having inappropriate thoughts about an ex lover of mine. The sun arc welded through the grey up turned frying pan of this early Autumn sky. A beautiful French girl wrapped me into her adventure without fear. I spent an enjoyable hour with her and her energy charged me to maximum once more. I climbed down from her red bus. I looked at the money in my pocket. A few Euros. I bought some bread and cheese and sparkling water. I put my ear plugs in and went to sleep on a park bench by the Carcassonne Art School. When night fell and it started to rain I crawled into the embrace of this modernist building marvel and found a bed of comfortable sand. I slept deeply until dawn.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

The Chess Players.

Image
The Socialist Chess Club of Leith met every Thursday evening in the Turkish Barbers Community Art gallery at the foot of Leith Walk. Maxi Paddock had purchased the Barbers from two Kurdish Brothers with money that his Father had sent him to buy a Range Rover. The Brothers had fled to Istanbul shortly afterwards and left no forwarding address. Maxi was a thirty year old Communist agitator and artist from Central London. He didn't believe in bourgeois programming and thought that the white western imperialist needed to be re-educated through small community interactions like the Chess Club followed by fine tuning that would eventually take place in larger camps once they seized power. Anna Chikatilo was Maxi's partner in the Chess Club and in life. She was a large, formidable trans activist originally from Rostov on Don. She claimed to be a blood relative of the notorious "Rostov Ripper" Andrei Chikatilo. She had been responsible for introducing the strong t...
Read more

Green.

Image
Ali Mostin ran a successful business from the backroom of the Mosque in the economic zone of UK23. His organic fertiliser had enriched the gardens of the UK taxpayer since the middle classes had fled the war zone that was London in 2028 and retreated to more peaceful surroundings in gated communities that had sprung up around the outskirts of the Metropolis. "Ali's Sunshine" as it was known served a dual function in a society that now had a problem with rotting corpses proliferating around the destroyed streets of England's capital city. In theory Ali's deal with the Royal Dogfood Company allowed him the collection rights to criminal's corpses that were either too mangled or had decomposed beyond the realms of dog consumption, at least this had been the original idea. As the battles on the streets had become more brutal and the weapons employed more deadly it would not be too out of place to see a stray ear or hand lying in the gutter of any street...
Read more

The Rap Game.

Image
After what felt like years of blood sweat and grind Jerry Heller or JQ, as he preferred to be known, had at long last become a major player in the UK23 Hardcore Rap scene. His portfolio of artists included  "Black Hawk Down" "Lil cunt" "White Meatball" And his world beating superstars: "HaHaHamas and the Rotherham Gigolos" From his bunker below London's streets JQ promoted gigs, made promo videos and even scouted for talent with his army of heavily armed robo dogs as they picked through the ruins, bones and the twisted metal carcasses of destroyed cars to send back 24/7 video feeds to JQs state of the art Sandoz Media Console. Just last night there had been a heavily armed battle between The Vietcong and a drone swarm that had resulted in mass casualties on the ground. The battle had become a holly.sensation amongst the British taxpayers living out in gated communities around the outskirts of the big city. JQ blew a blonde dredd l...
Read more