"Welcome to my office. Thanks for taking the time to come here. Please, sit down, relax and someone will bring you a cup of tea. I hear that you have some profound personal issues and, also, a few dilemmas about affording this session. Relax. You have plenty of time. I'm just going out for a few hours now, but we'll catch up as time goes by."

humans

as life goes by
we note the sky
as all the clouds and birds go by
we cook the stews and sit in pews
and read the news and catch the flus
and dance around as best we might
as masters of our perfect sight.
All praise to humans in the well
may we all abide the rising swell
and not forget
there is a bet
that there be a heaven and a hell
and neither's there at all the bells
but only here in all the tells.

more of this n that

THE LEFT/ as required

Best not to limit yourself
to what's supposed.
We are not here to be the hosed
nor here to keep the garden neat, Magritte.

Best to do just as you like
and fuck the fuckers turning right...
and bring them back to some accord,
some by word and some by sword.

We end up in the same old place
of who's got what and who has face
but after all, and here's the thing,
we all belong
and wear that ring.

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John Arthur Fitzpatrick

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It's much the same
and that's the truth
what experts say
from Ted to Ruth,
and in the great expanse to come
we are far more interested
in our bum.
So we remain
a kind of stain
a kind of song
without refrain
and shrink the limits of domain
for cum and bum and rum sustain.
We are not pirates at the mast
or folk who choose
to wear no mask
we fuck around in towns of clowns
with mental meaning so profound.
Sometimes we slip into ourselves
and find our truths
so much like elves.
be off with this
be off with that
and have some guile
to chew the fat.
be yourself
for just one minute
tis an amazing thing
with no one in it.

PSYCHOLOGY In this world they make it easy to conform to life and feel so breezy but best for you to not believe in substance or in great reprieve just find your way the best you can with deserved respect and club in hand.

wine is drunk smoke is smoked and the day settles down thus unprovoked what is new and what will be is uncertain as the things you see but all in all the all provide for those who stand and those who slide and in the end we gather round to soothe the coffin into the ground we want what's new but there's the task to find a new thing in the ask.

poem todaywine is drunk smoke is smoked and the day settles down thus unprovoked what is new and what will be is uncertain as the things you see but all in all the all provide for those who stand and those who slide and in the end we gather round to soothe the coffin into the ground we want what's new but there's the task to find a new thing in the ask.

wine is drunk

smoke is smoked

and the day settles down

thus unprovoked

what is new

and what will be

is uncertain as the things you see

but all in all

the all provide

for those who stand

and those who slide

and in the end

we gather round

to soothe the coffin

into the ground

we want what's new

but there's the task

to find a new thing

in the ask.

what does a real human story ever do , if it is good, except to escape and find some new way for us?. I like fiction. It shows us the only real way forward. I think it was Lawrence Durrell who noted that...life is an awful mess and the only way we ever get to show the brilliance of life is through fiction...and I do agree. Fiction is in our hearts and souls, fiction creates what is necessary to do...and, indeed, what can be done.

Mr John Parker kissed Mrs Parker and then disappeared into nearby Alaska, as was normal, for his business. He, now, a week later, lay deep in 3 foot of new snow, watching the fine glistening road so far ahead of him. The Honda CRV came along, as was expected, in the far distance, at the right time. Parker was a mile away, well hidden in a drift of a new snow mound. Parker liked 'the cold'. He chewed on the ice to stop any steamy breath escaping him. Parker focused. The long distance rifle was pretty well perfect. His first shot hit the driver between the eyes, and blew those blue eyes across the shiny car. His second shot hit the small girl in the baby car seat behind him, in the liver. John felt a deep delight of accomplishment, and then wondered if his daughter was okay, back in Ontario. The Honda swerved on the icy road and ended up, slowing squealing on the ice road, into a heap of new snow by the side, for someone to find, much later. The sun was shining. It was 30 degrees below zero. There was no wind. There was no distraction.

Novel I'm working on: RED PACKAGE the preamble: Kali loved her work. Kali was, in a way, Asian, but mostly beyond terrestrial design. She was special. Only about 5' 2" in height, but of perfect proportion. About 20 or 50 or 70 or 13 years of age, depending on how she wished to be seen. Her skin was shiny, firm and perfect, especially in a light orange Dior gown. Her breasts were ample and her nipples fresh and bright, large and upwards. Upwards. It wasn't so much about the sexing light that shone on Kali, it was rather about the red orgasmic light coming from her that everyone noticed. She was one of those translucent beings. She had invited the swarthy, middle aged, Carlos, up to her suite in the Caracas 5 star hotel, The Diamond View, on the premise of persuading him to give preference to her company, Ottawa X, in regards to premium docking space and speed in the busy port and harbour below. Carlos was in charge of such things and was well connected to the prevailing cartel. The cartel had certain control of import and export, as was necessary, for their products. What Kali sought was a way to expedite her company's versatility and premacy in that port. She knew that Carlos was 'unbreakable' in his allegiance to the cartels, and this is why she took him up the 12 stories to her suite on a warm sultry evening. She plied him with cleavage and thighs, good wine, soft words and touches, and sweet fresh oysters from her cunt into his glad warmed mouth and just, as he was about to come inside her with a bolt of bright hard light, she sucked his mouth and slashed his throat open with a sharpened credit card. She let the card fly off, with a flick, American Express, imbedding itself in the table lamp next to the cream leather lounge on which they fucked. She felt his cum run drizzling warm in small bolts deep inside her, in muscular shimmers, as she sucked the last of the air from his throat. Then she inhaled the power of it all as he shivered in his death within her. The bad thing about cream leather upholstery is that it can be a bit sweaty on a hot night. The good thing about cream leather upholstery is that it wipes clean of blood quite easily. Below the balcony, down in the streets, the toy cars moved here and there, the lights dazzled here and there, and then the Central American night engulfed itself. Kali ordered some coffee and biscuits from room service, took them at the door wearing a white cotton dressing gown, came back and sat on the lounge next to dead and yet still erect Carlos, and watched the World News on TV. Then she went to bed, satisfied by the day. An early check out and an early flight, so she needed some rest. Carlos could wait for the maid in the morning. For the time being, all was right with the world. One Red Package had been delivered.

One of the major issues with PTSD is not so much the terrible dreams and the flashbacks, or the destruction of human families, but rather that the person cannot logically plan ahead within themselves because the tract of human consciousness (all thought, all emotion, all spirituality) gets stuck around the massive intensity of the bad experience...thus quite bright and lovely people have less capacity to actually progress through the years by planning and living; being functionally stuck back there. This can happen to anyone. You don't have to have 'shell shock' in a war...you just have to have had a really traumatic experience in life...and life is actually like this...traumatic things happen. Awful things happen whether through accident or design. You can't actually fix that...you can't actually fix PTSD...this is why it is very important for people, generally, not to go to wars if they are possibly avoidable. There is enough PTSD in the world from normal events as they are without going into something where, by its nature, horrible things must happen, and horrible things are driven to happen, for whatever reason. We should be very very very careful, far more careful than we are or have ever been, in dispatching our best young into massive violence where no laws or values can ever apply.

We drove a few hours to see the Fairy Penguins wander up the beach on Phillip Island the other afternoon at sunset. They are lovely little creatures indeed, so very endearing. They arise after swimming and diving and feeding in the cold sea all day and come out of the sea either singularly or in little groups and then form a bigger group, waiting for stragglers, before dashing up the exposed beach to the safety of the rocks and grasses calling out to each other 'hup hup hup hup!' then they have a 5 minute collective power-nap, and then waddle to their own little huts in the sand dunes. Lovely beings. the trouble was that as the time of their arrival was somewhat uncertain, somewhere around sunset, it was hard to have a good meal before sitting there and waiting for them and watching them and, unfortunately, the cafe at the Penguin Protection Society Building didn't serve them roasted in pies. I could have eaten 3.

my idea of Government...some girl or guy puts their hands up and gets elected. They come out and say 'well, these are the issues, as you the people, tell me. I will deal with them to the best of my ability, thanks.' and then the government goes away for a few years and solves those issues. so, you would need a media talk from the government at the beginning of their term, and at the end...and that would be that. We are not actually going anywhere but here. the necessity every day or every week to have that person on camera is just a wank...for them and for the media. the media exists for us, we are not here for them.

Sure, the world is actually getting better in terms of poverty reduction, and every day, that's true, and at a faster rate than the world has ever seen before......but none of that has come through war at all...but rather by better design...surely the best way to speed this excellent process is to stop bombing the fuck out of people whose only crime is to think as they choose to do.

it is hard to find great fault in families who look after their own....whether the family is in Sudan or Manunda or Mosul or Washington or Pyongyang...these are the same human families and of the same remarkable value. It is best not to bomb them for their own good. Family alliances long out weigh the value of military alliances, by thousand of years.. Not many families like to be bombed for their own good.

There are about 7.5 billion folk in the world at the moment, and they will mostly continue to live reasonably long lives, and many of them, long beyond our own mortal lives, as they should. That's true. Every one of those characters is our equal in every way. There is actually less poverty in the world than there has been, and, mostly, not due to Christian charities, or globalisation, over 500 years, but due to Chinese thinking and acting over the last 40 years. I wish us all well. The world, as it is, has a lot of really good things going for it now. So, on we go, together...on we go. It is working. The good ideas are working. Family is working.

next week, due to various connections, a china envoy to the UN is having dinner here. This was my idea, and so I am cooking. his wife is my wife's friend, and they were coming here anyway, so i thought, well, why not invite him and her home here rather than have some 'Welcome' chinese meal somewhere in Melbourne Chinatown...here...some rib fillet, cooked on the bbq fast, some potatoes, for Ireland, and a small salad, and some okay red wine from victoria...after that, the next day, we can go together and see the Van Gogh exhibition, and the penguins, as we wish...but the true art of any kind of human welcome is that is a real welcome to anyone and it starts always in our own home. A true welcome means that you cook for them because you want them to be with you. This is what food is for. This is what food means. Food means 'welcome'.

you have this life, have various thoughts and concerns and you have some children and they grow and you kind of hang on to them through hoping they will be ok although you have no control of that; all you had control of were a certain few years and some of that time you did well and other times not and then you get to the end of that, and you look about the place, sometimes in the day or in the night and most things are alright. most of the challenges you faced already, and in some you did yourself proud, and in others, not so, but it is alright. you proceed into the day without ambition, and you wonder what happened to ambition. it was important once, but that importance has gone. i spent a lot of the time just practicing writing, so I have still some things to complete because of that drive, but I don't have that drive now. i expect that through this process I began by choice when i was 12, the remaining books i write will be quite good, i guess...they will be good for me.

Donald Trump...Making America Grate Again.

Understanding between Trump and Turnbull

Mr Trump: "So, the Deal is... that we take bunch of genuine, proven, legitimate refugees from Iraq and Iran...people that Australia currently locks up on god forsaken islands...because Australia won't live up to its ethics or international laws......and you will take a bunch of Central American drug runners who we have rejected as refugees, as genuine refugees into Australia; is that it? It is a swap then?"
Mr Turnbull: "Well, we can't actually say we are taking the Central Americans..."
Trump: "But that was the Deal with Obama..."
Mr Turnbull: "Well that's true, but its a quiet truth...it is a truth that will take some time to evolve...after our next election, I guess."
Mr Trump: "and, you are using this same intellectual brilliance in out-smarting China in terms of your trade deal with them, as well?"
Mr Turnbull: "Well, yes..."
Mr Trump: "Who the fuck are you?"

Remember when an algorithm was called a recipe? Remember when a cohort was called a bunch? Remember when a paradigm was called a serious limitation of thought? Creating new euphemisms doesn't make a person smarter, it just contributes to the knowledge that they are, fundamentally, a real wanker...and a bit of a dick...and that doesn't change.

NORTH ASIA:I tink Mr Trump has realised the Great Levelling Understanding about North Asia...and North Korea...compared with the Middle East...if a few nukes go off in the Middle East, we'd only really lose a few million arabs and jews who most folk don't particularly like anyway, but in North Asia, there'd be around 300 million due to the Human Density of that area. The human scale of North Asia is the amazing thing, and it is massively productive all the time...and the speed of development and improvement in the present!!! Never seen before on Earth...North Asia, and its rapid development, is the only reason on Earth that there is far less poverty now, world wide, than there ever was...and it is why North Asia is the Wheel of the ...well,...pretty well everything on earth that needs to turn.If the wheel of North Asia doesn't turn, then neither does the wheel of London, New York, SE Asia, Africa, India, Australia etc. North Asia is the place that's actually happening for everyone, and for every economy on Earth. You don't bomb that place. Ever. You include it.

someone had a theory once that a god created everything and every creature just so the god could see, hear, touch and feel and experience the universe through the eyes and consciousnesses of all the amazing different creatures. if i was a god, being a curious being, if i had some spare time, I'd probably do that too.

I am really quite pleased that Mr Trump spoke basically well of Korea's Mr Un. The usual process of America is to dehumanise and vilify the enemy target (Saddam,Gaddafi & Assad) and then just destroy everything...so speaking basically well of Mr Un's capacities as a smart cookie who is a great survivor is quite impressive. This augers well that America may well be changing a bit, or at least understanding Mr Un's savvy unreachability...or some understanding as to the US's poor dysfunctional economy at this time. Does the US really want North Korea to fall and China take over? No. Russia take over? No. Does China or Russia want the US to take over the North? No. Would either of the 3 great powers allow the other to pick up the most strategic piece of real estate on Earth? No..No...No one wants the other giant to take over...so Mr Un is quite secure really, and he knows it. A quirky Switzerland of North East Asia with 500,000 rockets, a few nukes...and a huge mine-field, a mine-field to die for...and a far worse outcome for everyone on the planet should Mr Un be got rid of. He is a smart guy.