Musings Upon Being Thought Of As Disillusioned By A Young Fellow Of My Acquaintance!

"The Road of the Roller is Rocky

The Way of the Roller ain't Smooth

The Path of the Roller is Lonely

But the Word of the Roller is Truth"

These words were not inscribed on the frontispiece of  'The Book of Moron' or uncovered in any such similar volume found under a hedge by some credulous hayseed! They were not revealed unto some wandering fruitloop, half-crazed through lack of Viands & Vittals in the course of wanderings through the arid regions of the Middle East!! They were not given to my Animal Spirit Guide as words of Ancient Higher Knowledge from some metaphysical realm  for the Crass and Corrupted world gullible folks inhabit! They were not witnessed as a vision by three bored schoolgirls out for a stroll in some provincial Mediterranean backwater! Nor were they delivered via a dream to some moonstruck loon convinced The End of the World As We Know It is a week next Tuesday!

Perhaps if they had been then more people would recognise them. These lines were hewn by world weary Stoned Holy Hands aboard the 'Ship of Fools' which is currently rudderless and adrift in a vast, Godless desert of Time & Space!! Perhaps that life-cruishing emptiness accounts for the staggering ability of much the greater part of humanity to believe in any old shite and then fall into line, in a febrile army of believers. This never fails to Bewilder & Dumbfound we here assembled in The Church of the Holy Rollin' Rawkin'!! Whether it's  burning bushes, holy books or divine intervention into the earthly sphere through means of flood or pestilence or showers of amphibians from astonished skies, why is it, one may reasonably be permitted to ask, people are always ready to take aw this pish seriously!!   A recent approach to divine intercession has been through C.I.A trained and supplied gangs of embittered young men brandishing AK-47's! And how can we not mention the inspired use of fervent young believers carrying rucksacks weighted down with explosives assured that the instant they pull the cord they will be transported to someplace called Paradise where a surfeit of hymens ripe for the tearing and shiny baubles and silken robes to hang upon their person will be theirs to claim!. God does indeed, it seems, move in mysterious ways - Boom!

contemplating the
Duty of Civil Disobedience!

The long, long list of claptrap Homo 'not so' Sapiens has been, and continues to be, more than prepared to give credence to can surely not be anything but disappointing! Indeed, it can acutely colour one's discourses with one's fellows and severely damage in how much regard we are willing to hold them. This is a danger. Indeed, let's be honest here, it is a pitfall I myself am more than guilty of falling or, indeed, plunging willingly head first into, on numerous occasions!

But one must never conflate the multitude of idiocies that occur in this world or the many instances of downright cretins prospering in it, with the world itself! Therein lies embitterment and disillusion. We're all aboard the Ship of Fools, sure enough, but, O, the Seas are Majestic and the Spray is Invigorating! The raindrops falling into the limitless oceans are yours to make of as you will!



Perchance, O ye Parishioners of the Blogosphere, to be disillusioned you have had to have been sheltering under an illusion in the first place. Well, we'll have none of that mallarkey in the Church of Holy Rollin Brethrenness, thank you very much! We're all Dialectical Materialists here in the coldly rational and analytical chambers within Stoned Holy HQ. Though champions of reason and enlightenment we are, perhaps rather paradoxically, dreamers also
......and what the hell is so wrong with that?

unwashed & slightly dazed
after a week at Walden pond!

Dare to Dream! Dare to believe this Wonderful, Kaleidoscopic Riot of a World can be a place where not a one us is thirsty, not a one of us is hungry, not a one of us is homeless, not a one of us is illiterate, not a one of us is not afforded the opportunity to use their innate human creativity!! Why the fuck SHOULD we live in a world where a tiny minority of warped and debased failures dedicated to the craven, sick, paralysing, enfeebling, hollow, dehumanising fetish that is money control the lives of the rest of us???!!!  I choose to dream on and dream of a world to come where not a one, not the least of those amongst us need work for more than two days a week to enable them to provide the necessaries for a comfortable living. The rest of our time will be taken up with what we should've been doing all along since first we raised our sorry monkey arse onto two legs and developed a brain whereby synapses could fire and mouths could talk words of language, such as these very ones I'm using right this Holy Beat Moment of the Now - namely we shall be taking psychedelic drugs and fucking....or at the least, cuddling one another!!! Lemme Hear Ya Say 'YEAH'!!!

"You, May Say I'm a Dreamer....but I'm NOT the Only One!!" These words from our late departed Stoned Holy Brother John Lennon. Right on, Johnny Boy!....Our late lamented Stoned Holy Brother Henry David Thoreau said much the same thing when he said " Our Truest Life Is When We Are In Dreams Awake".....Beautiful, H.D, Beautiful! So.......

Dreamers Keep On Dreaming!
Disillusionment Blows!!!
Life's A Gas!
Strike Your Match!
Light Your Fuse!

Still Raining, Still Dreaming!

"S t i l l   R a i n i n g ,   S t i l l   D r e a m i n g ." All of which is fine if yir name's Jimi F*****g Hendrix & you happen to be Sheltering from the Storm in some plush hotel suite, lost in Opium-Induced Reveries while libidinous young ladies anoint your inner thighs with
Q-Tips dipped in Unctious Oils from the Orient....but if yi happen tae be in the woebegone part of Scotland where S t o n e d H o l y H Q is situated and the rain has fallen unceasingly from the leaden heavens all day long, it's quite another matter entirely!! In those circumstances, I hope you will see, my Web-Logging Compatriots, that it's not so much a Purple Haze then as an Unremittingly Gray, Dull Fog!! And if, like me,  you happen to have only £11.68 to yir name in this world, you will quickly realise that it's not a case of 'still raining, still dreaming' as 'still raining, still wondering where the fuck it all went so lamentably wrong in your pitiful life as a Purveyor of Pop-Slop'...or put another way, how comes it to pass that the most exciting thing that happened to you today was seeing Susannah Reid's legs on BBC1's  'Breakfast' !! (Just as an aside to that, I'd like to mention Reporting Scotland's Catriona Shearer; one seriously Foxy Lady!!....and that, you should know, is another Hendrix reference!!)

Anyway, leaving attractive lady newsreaders aside (at least until 7.30 tomorrow morning!), it's still chucking it doon outside....and inside,
It's Raining In My Heart. Not so much because as was the case with Buddy Holly; 'the weatherman says fair today, he doesn't know you've gone away'  but because I have a melancholic disposition which is given free reign to plaque me with pleasing thoughts of sadness given my abject failure to prosper in the field I chose to dedicate my life-energy to.....and, perhaps more tellingly, the Pluvially Bedrenched Scottish Climate!!!

The Outcasts might've complained "I'm in Pittsburgh and it's Raining" but they were young and privileged American youth of the shiny 1960's who later on in the day, after they'd recorded their Classic Punk Rock Nugget, were to be found Draggin' on Main Street impressing the girls who had Mary Tyler Moore haircuts & Angora Sweaters!.....but I bet a lifetime of frustration amidst the near constant Scottish Drizzle n Downpour woulda wiped that Punk Rock Sneer off their Plooky Yankee Faces!!!

And still it rains...and still I dream :  Maybe Someday A Real Rain Will Come & Wash All The Scum Off The Streets.....yeah, maybe I should Thank God For The Rain To Wash The Trash Off The Sidewalk...

Maybe, like Tom Waits, I feel 'The Night's Too Quiet, Stretched Out Alone. I Need The Whip Of Thunder & The Wind's Dark Moan.'  Maybe 'I Want to Believe In The Mercy Of The World Again....So Make It Rain!'  

Or maybe it is that I seek respite from the Storms & Vicissitudes of life? 'Suddenly I Turned Around & She Was Standing There. With Silver Bracelets On Her Wrists & Flowers In Her Hair. She Walked Up To Me So Gracefully & Took My Crown Of Thorns....Come In She Said, I'll Give Ya Shelter From The Storm!' 

Ah Hell! It's just like John Lennon said; That When It Rains & Shines, It's Just A State Of Mind!!  I'd believe anything if it was accompanied by that guitar riff & Bravura Bass performance!........but enough of this Precipitational Flim-Flammery!!

One thing I do know in this Ripped Up, Tattered & Torn, Mixed-Up, Battered & Worn Old World and these times of Phoney Economic Austerity we currently find ourselves subjected to...& that is that A HARD RAIN'S A-GONNA FALL!!

Bring it on - my heart's made outta Stainless Steel!!