A Collection/Memoria/Excuse.

The only taken bartender.

A few nights ago I went with a few of my fellow co-workers to roadhouse in Covent garden. Now for those of you who don’t know roadhouse I’ll summarize it in 5 words: drunk and horny girls galore.

On this particular night there were a few girls I was serving in my bar when I got there. Not traditional shoes, but if you squint, maybe.

Then I have one of them come on to me, one of the twins. I have no adquate reason as to why, but this is drunk girl logic. I tell her I have a girlfriend. This means very little to her and she proceeds to attempt to ‘seduce’ me. If you would call slut dropping then stumbling for the next 3-5 seconds appealing. Then her twin (yes, twins) begins to get in on the act, significantly more drunk than the first twin by the by. And begins forcibly taking my hand and making me dance with the pair of them.

No matter how many high fives, looks of genuine envy and rage the other males in the area were throwing me. I was entirely proud. Not because I was dancing with a pair of drunk horny twins, but I knew that I wasn’t going to do anything with either of them.

The night ended in a French something as I very Parisian like, ran away scared like a little girl. I left to the awe of my fellow work mates as they know how strong my constitution must have been to resist.

Guess this girl must be something rather special.

P&L - John

Perfection.

I never want to see perfection. 

Because when you do, you know that it is unnatural for a simple person like you.

It’s not something you can recreate necessarily. 

It could just be the moment.

In that moment, everything was right.

And you think, nothing could actually be better than this. Ever.

And then you’d realise that you’re right.

The world will fade into the background recreating the memory of that moment, however long, of perfection.

This is why I push away most girls. 

It’s because if you look hard enough, you’ll find perfection.

Which terrifies me.

So it would seem.

Perchance, we would work out. 

Perhaps, you’re the perfect girl.

Maybe, I’m perfect to you. 

Perfection is in the eyes of the beholder.

Its seems its becoming easier & easier to let go.

Things to think about:

When I see people crying about soldiers coming home from the middle east, seeing their children/unborn child/wife/husband or girlfriend/boyfriend/parents/wounded or dead. My thoughts often drift away from the moment when they meet to what they were doing before, what their actual job was and what it consisted of.

Did they kill anyone? Why did they do it? Who was he/she/they? How old were they? How many? Or perchance they seriously wounded them? How is that person now? Did they get a 10 gun salute at their funeral? 

Sadly these questions are not asked. Which makes me worry. We are 2000 years into an supposedly intelligent race. Yet we will remain sure that one life is more important than another simply because of the lottery of birth meant that one person was born into a power hungry, greedy society and one into a religiously ruled, oppressive society.

Which one of those are you born into? That, again, isn’t one of the many questions you, as a human being, should be asking.

P&L - JM

Saw the most fucked up shit on the weekend.

Watched my friend (full time drug dealer) Pull out around 2g of coke & about 20 pills.

He then says its for us; by the middle of the night we were all tripping balls and bleeding heavily from our noses. 

And no, i’m not saying YOLO, because stating basic physiological facts when I do things is rather stupid to me.

I’ll just say this, make sure you completely trust everyone you’re with.

Oh, and never snort a slug line.

P&L - JM

After consulting with a close friend, it seems that I am a genuine, true to record, cunt.

I have the innate ability to destroy all that I touch.

Be it in my mind, actions or words. I somehow manage it everytime.

I heard it from my drama teacher and my music teacher. People like me, need to be unhappy, without people like me all those people who listen to my music or watch me perform would not understand how happy they should be with themselves. 

I guess people like me bring it upon ourselves. We think with anything but our brain when it matters most, then over compensate for it later. 

It doesn’t make it better and no one respects you as you sound like a pathetic human being to think that your poor decisions make your life ‘unbearable’, but my life isn’t unbearable, infact its quite easy. 

Just like yours.

We are not smart enough and there is not enough time for us to be unhappy or reflect on decisions that were best left for a better time/place.

I digress. The point I’m getting at is a self centred one. I am not a good human being, I wish I was. I want everything/one at once. 

But the key point to take away from this is that I’m never happy, so I’m no good (sing it Amy). 

Why on earth are you still reading this rambling nonsense?

P&L - JM

Religion.

I think its time I discussed my religious ‘beliefs’.

I am an anti-theist. I do not believe in god. I am a ferocious atheist. But I neglect to put myself  in that catogory as most common knowledge athiests, would believe in god if there was sufficient scientific evidence for god’s existance.

I on the other hand believe god, if he was real, would be a terrible curse on humanity, to be forced to bow down to an omnipresent being whose actions make him a jealous, petty, hate filled, ethnic cleansing, cruel, manipulative being.

But I believe worse than god, are the ones who follow him. Often is the case, there is no such thing as a bad student, only a bad teacher. The followers of god’s teachings have no will, or might of their own so they would rely on all be it, beautifully worded, prison sentences for the mind.

This is not an individual attack on Christians or Jews or Muslims. This is a standing up. this is a message of resilience against these preachers of ‘love and peace’. The paedophiles using their place of trust to torture children, the mass murderers using the words of god to play out their messages for the unsuspecting public that fall to his feel in cold blood. The millions of children that are subjected to honorific rituals of genital mutilation. The people that are told by pain of death that they will believe in their god and follow the masses interpretation of it. The ones who could never love who they wished because the infinite wisdom of traditions past has no knowledge of it. 

They know not of love.

Religion has killed more people in this world than every disease, natural disaster and Both world wars collectively. Take a moment to consider that number.

Then, if you are an empathetic and considerate human being, no matter of belief, creed or crass.  You would ask yourself, why?

The answer to that, is in your own intellect.
But know this, in no passage of any religious text, do they openly commend intelligence.

Compliance however, is. 

Think.

P&L - JM

This world of ours is sick.

It is not plagued by the inhabitants. 

Just ideas.

Ideals that people die for and defend the honour of. 

This is what will kill the world.