Something trippy to help you through the day

Ah. Stretch relaxing with a beer and in a world of MBM, for tomorrow night I will be in a bar completely devoid of colour. The people, pale imitations of who they wished they’d be. Drink so skanky that I’m getting the hangover before I even get there. Barstaff so sullen that they could appear at war crimes tribunals. The ambiance is one of decay, the lighting only there to show the walking dead to their tables. No music, because even the worst music would count as a soundscape unnecessary in this vaccuum of despair. A bar where the only women are those who couldn’t find the shelter for the night. The reminders of how hard (and brilliant) it was to get out, yet how easy it was for the others to stay bound.  Sounds like a good night, yeah?

So, I’m going to listen to these two songs over and over until they jump into my head as a loop. Then, while sitting there listening to the rubbish, the overt sexism, the casual racism and the general glug glug glug of human experience, this monkey will sit with an electronic brain frying with sparks of madness and a posture of resignation, but hopefully they have bacon fries.

Wish me luck.

Meat the beat…oooh

Woke up this morning feeling like an alien.

the shit has gotta get itself together

couldn’t get this song out of my head

Three hours walking through space and time and now off to the pub…It’s a hard knock life

seven cups of tea later and I still not right… calls for rum

I love Acid, for the way it makes me move

I remember being in a nightclub on a particularly strong microdot and hearing this song and I gotta tell you, it put some funny little questions in my head, like,

“Acid Again?” Most definitely

Stretch on Acid. Recent file photo

“Never, Acid Again?” Definitely not

“Flaccid again?” Well, right now I suppose.

“Flaccid Le Pen?” Fascisto droop

“Passive again?” Yeah, Man

“Jurassic again?” Aahhh scary monsters

“Brassic again?” trumpety

“Elastic again?” bendy

“Sapphic again?” Lezbos

and then I ran far far away.

Check out Paddy Metal, to see Megadeth’s “Right to go insane” from Endgame. It’s basically Dave in a tank, flairing his fat lips, but of more interest is the Irlanda soccer jersey that appears.

As they say as Gaeilge, “Awesome!”