Saturday, May 10, 2008

Playing

Mum says she likes this Symbiosis cartoon. Dad did too. Yep. Sometimes parents just want the playful fun things. They had to fight so much in their younger years trying to make change. Work went mysteriously missing, that supported dangers to the environment. Dad was also told to stop teaching the "hothouse effect". Proving existence of things denied can be tiring.

I want a funeral where people sing and dance on my grave. Crying just makes us lose the memories. I prefer it if people laugh, then they're remembering the happy. Although I couldn't do that for Dad, at least we got the only environmentally friendly recycled cardboard coffin from Sydney, that had state approval. Don't think Mum has put him in the compost yet though (although that's what he said we should do with him).

Love, happiness and skies that spoke to me the hour he passed.And by morning the heavens opened up and rained and his garden was wet where it had been dry from the heat of summer sunshine.

Wednesday, May 7, 2008

Pharm a shoot tackle

Dedicated testing for the defense of those who love arms races. Break it down to the minimal molecular. Shoot to kill the peculiar. Make it seem like it’s about altruism. Then call for funds to count the dead.

Monday, May 5, 2008

Rubbish filled croc

Using water from washing brushes, layering paper over packaging, I've given the croc some skin. It hides in the grass, hiding the rubbish within. And can be used for seating. Just don't put your arse too close to its mouth! Containers. Sometimes they're about what we don't immediately see. Or have no way of knowing without ripping the structure apart.

Sunday, May 4, 2008

Stripped, penetrated, contaminated and shut-up

More funding for psychiatric hospitals? How about… perhaps we should charge the Alfred Hospital and various other government participating psyche hospitals with aggravated assault. People have been known to die from the chemicals they forcefully inject. Most slowly. Some however have died instantly.
Cogs in wheels getting money, made me into a freaking lab-rat. How about in the year of the rat we stop this practice of forced injections and incarceration. How about that? How about we actually charge people with a criminal offence before we inject them with shit. Better still, how about we stop the experiments going on in our country now. Are pharmaceutical companies running the government?
Leprosy injections trials on our Australian peoples too. It makes me mad. There is no denying that happened, even though they want to. Proof is, they're still trialing harmful drugs forcefully. Under the banner of "Duty of Care" and "Community Treatment Order". Double speak. Public knows nothing.
Gives us programs like Denton's "Angels and Demons". Cuts out the people's voice when they don't fit with the criteria of: oh the pills sort of do work.
Until forced encarceration, injections and ECT are stopped, no, things are not better now. Stop making the public think they are. Is that enough rope to get a grasp and grapple of the ugliness of this psychiatric grope?
Demons? They're the psyche system.
Angels? Well for me, they were a number of organisations in the community, including Prahran Mission. Poor angels though are powerless to stop the demonic injections though. They don't rank high enough. And they end up on the cutting room floor, while the chemical companies get promoted by the youth that are "cured" but still fumbling through school. Cured? What? Like a hide?
Voices are about translating what I sense about me into words and characteristics of sound through my automatic mind/hidden-calculator/collective-device. I would like to live in an environment that is not afraid of the feelings we recieve and knows how to guide people in a way that will help them better negotiate the obstacles and dreams found through feeling troubling EMFs and such. It is an art. And sometimes what is not allowed to exist, only really has a place in art. Art is a safe reality.