Lets Tear Into The Sky

Lets tear into the sky what we got… a new life or a bloody big drop going up there gave me nothing, So I fell down again like love and despair tearing through the sheets of clouds I thought I could stay up there never to come down, where the angry voices and the dark corners coped with all that is hidden within us all, a world now in despair among the ruins of man.

Aliens Hold Congress

It was announced by scientists on this day that Aliens had held congress with leading humans to reveal in reality that we have believed in biblical falsehood and to declare that our belief in God is a falsehood, we are but free fall models as seed from trees, a planted phenomenon on what we know as earth, our feelings of being are instructive of our construction and our hurt pain and suffering a condition that lives in our mortal time and alloyed spans, the devil is ultimate death behind a locked door.

The Great Council Tax Rip Off

The great council tax rip off yes here we go, cuts in services inconsistent council tax increases. The difficultly that I have with this particular tax is that year upon year thousands upon thousands of houses flats etc, are built, each dwelling with a revenue of more than a thousand pounds to the local authority.

Is this a housing need or another way to bolster the council coffers in the light of central government funding cuts to local government. I don’t believe that there needs to be cuts to vulnerable groups in society and the cuts should come higher in the command chain of local government.

In conclusion if properties are re-valued for council tax banding don’t forget the difference in years since the nineties and today, and how house prices have been tickled up to borrow more in the FALSE economy we have. New banding will garner revolt . With this fact isn’t it time the governor of The Bank of England was brought to trial for suspending interest rates and helping people to continue living in borrowing la la land , Mason Cult Socialist Crusader. .

I Cry For The Celeb.

Do you remember crying in your beer for a dead star you thought you might know today. Do you cry for a celebrity who brings no joy, never makes you happy, but somehow does the business, whilst I sit with my ugly self-imposed version of doom

Pluto The Flat Cat That Went Splat.

An epitaph to the feline friend of Mason Cult.

Stone cats in the sun will they ever live again, feral destiny was never good my squashed cat friend has expired. His short coil now ended abandoned flat and no more, now his coat is his, all his soul has sped away. 

We noted him, we will try to remember him, but I sense we will all be stiff one day. Our thoughts will be as rigid as our bodies it a price we pay for gods gift short or long, that is mortality for Pluto the tomcat he is dead.

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