Three AM

On the set of sunset boulevard revisited. I’m never ready for my closeup Mr Demille.

And the poor guy is at the bottom of the pool.

Granger in man and superman was great, died a year later. From first row could see spittle could see, as he pronounced.

The pool. He died later , he lived on Ocean Blvd. Drunk and alone and slipped hitting his head. Sad.

Wait what was his name. It will take some minutes, but this time nowhere close to witching 3 am.
Till the time.

Back less then two min.

William Holden:

Saw him in golden boy, he truly was that.

I am not ready for my closeup Mr Demille and cannot possibly ever be.

Who cares if a sequel ever be made, who cares and who could possibly stay awake for one, till 3 am, only in the mist hart, crane - rendering description by abusing to one writing instructors, no two’s advice.:

One always drink in private, Allen Ginsburg
Two( faded through time passages) always write from real experience

Other variables that could be well entertained : Henry miller: ’ if I had known what writing entailed early on, in my younger days, I would have become a truck driver
Family: how they grow to despise you as the years go by, ( the ones that survive)
Seeking some refuge and some natural space, and start drugs, even if…
Forget they ever wanted to forget you even if they actually intended

Give up on the idea that you’d be ever read except maybe your mom if you have one ( this is a plageristuc gesture)

Form some substantial friendships who may not decline to re line, without breaking vows

And keep pains of writer’s block within bounds, not prone to periods of shining.

This last one is tough, and if there is any reason to believe that that sort of a deal can actually be usurped by the dark one, rest your mind and keep Christ’s guarantee of a sinless naivety be broken.

Even the evil one knows that. deal can not be made with those who lack capacity to understand.

And as such, Dostoevsky was a recurrent theme between letters underground and the possessed, that indemnified : to not misunderstand the seal of that guarantee, as between it’s sign , and it’s deliverance.

There you go.
Mister Trump - acquitted.
Lots of people stood up. Expressed an opinion. Sat back down.
That is in keeping with the purpose of the thread.
Justice in action. Never sleeps.
Fair play to him. The poor fella’s only human. Important to keep in mind. He could out-evolve us all if he’s not careful.
Who needs witnesses?
“And me.”
“You?”
“Vladimir. Can we go back? This is bloody ridiculous. I’m in way over my head. You people have absolutely no idea what it’s like being me. People have said to me: ‘I don’t think any one else could be you’.”
“This way, Mister Trump!”
“What do you think of the verdict, Mister Trump?”
“I’ve known it all along. Swamp games. Distracting me from getting on with the job at hand.”
“For fucks sake, can someone keep that child quiet. We’re trying to produce a fucking documentary.”
“This way, Mister President.”

I feel your pain, sir.

Meanwhile, in the offices of PCH&N.
A board meeting has been convened.
There are raised voices. Passions run high.
One of the partners is seen to slap one of the other partners on the side of his face.
All assembled laughed.
“Now whatcha gonna do?”
It hasn’t been mentioned since.

Lately, there has been a strange atmosphere in the office.

There’s a big case coming up.
There is a tension in the air.
A big case is pending
There’s attention everywhere.

And that is where we must leave you.
This is John Alexander, for NNN, reporting for no earthly reason.

Pav.
youtu.be/WziA88-n02k

A promotional thread for M20.
youtu.be/C-Naa1HXeDQ
Hard to believe they are relatively unknown in the UK.

Can I go in?
No. Not for the moment.
What’s occurring?
Be patient.
Why the raised voices?
You can go in - in a moment. Are you on the list?
List?
Just be patient. You’ll be up in a moment, I’m sure.
Thank you for your reassuring tone. Would you be kind enough to explain why I am here? This is…

The man fumbled through every pocket he could find…

A smile spread across the face of the receptionist.

“Aha!” The man exclaimed. “Here we are!”

To be continued.

Fade in the music: youtu.be/mtiOWeJSe_o

1970’s. Margate. Dreamland.

Have you paid?

“You do understand that only weird people need apply. What makes you think that you are qualified for a position in Her Majesty’s Government? Where are you going? Oi! Where are you going? Boris, did you see that? That man is weird. He’s weirder than me! Get him back here, now!”

He’s on the rollercoaster. He won’t come off.

Tell him, he’s fired.

“I’m sorry, you wanted to see me.”

I think there has been some kind of misunderstanding.

“That’s weird.”

“Weird?”

What are these… " "?

I’ve no idea"

"Do you have a cv?

It’s in the car park. "How did you know I drove a Citroen?

The park will be closing shortly.

The receptionist wore a puzzled expression. “Would you mind repeating that?” She said.

I’ll leave the key here. Lock up when you leave.

No need. I am leaving right this moment.

Can you get the lights, please?

Hold up. It’s Charlie. Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes!

Aw. That’s nice.

Go on. Leave the key. I will lock up. So, how are you? Long time, no see. Go on… what brings you here?

Can we continue this later?

Of course we can. Don’t be silly.

To be continued

February 29th.
2020.
You know that we shall celebrate in 2024.
Keep it to yourself, my boy, your mum don’t know the score.

Twenty Twenty.
So good they named her twice.
Pay close attention, lad, you take her advice.

Look left. Look right.
Keep one eye on the light
Listen to your mother, boy
Your mother knows what’s right.

You mark this day, my treasure, we’ll celebrate next year
And the one that follows after
When there is nothing more to fear.

Shift work. Early morning.
Preparing for the light.
A moment’s relaxation
And then continue with the fight.

Corona virus today, lad.
Another day, another dollar.

You make sure you remember this day.
You’re making history.
Let’s see to it that we keep you awake.
It’s quite the battle.

29th.

To be continued on the 30th.

Let’s be perfectly honest. We’ve turned a blind eye since crystal nacht in Germany.
I think you’re being unfair.
Ye men.
Ye men?
Yemen.
Oh. Yeah, well, I don’t really know what’s happening there.
Some do.
Another day.

On the steps of the Courthouse.

My client will read a prepared statement in the morning.
Whisper, whisper, whisper.
My client has yet to make a statement.
Whisper, whisper, whisper.
My client will not be making a statement in the morning.

Should he do so in the future
Well, then, that concerns the past.

That.
However.

In camera, gentlemen.

Oh goodness, Gordon Bennett!
That’s as subtle as it gets!

If truth be told, we’re killing time -
Still searching for that perfect rhyme.

And the wind begins to blow.

WTF! You do realise this is for entertainment purposes only.

It’s all non sense. You realise that. What the… What’s happened to Peter?

I’m not happy with that. It lacks subtlety.

Fuck sublety.

youtu.be/kz9omscQ1F4

I would just like to point out that, on the island of Guernsey, we are being shot. Our only crime was being born.
The road less crossed. Although, a common misdemeanour in the ayes of some!

Hear, hear!

A pattern emerges.
1st July, 1916.

22nd April, 2016.

It’s 4 am. Creative writing.
Little more to say.
Up in court tomorrow
Facing judgement day.

Justice in action.
Mea culpa, Your Honour.

That, in a nutshell
Mere theory, nothing more.
Fact, according to Twenty.
Although, no one knows the score.

Well, well, well. Said the Donkey to the Horse.
Do you believe you have the patience?
Can you stay the course?
And the Donkey, as Donkeys often do
They love a game of words

You’re not getting the whole story!
It will appear in the local press on Thursday.
I will reproduce a copy, should the verdict be favourable.

Meanwhile, I shall maintain my telephone vigil. At some point Boris will call. He may get DC to do it.

Are you okay? :-k

Fine, thank you. For entertainment purposes only. Merely talking to myself. Thanks for your concern.

Moving on. It is time there was a thread for those asleep at 3 pm. Do Matchbox 20 have that one covered?

Who’s he talking to?
Sssh! I’m trying to listen.
Who is it?
Sssssssssh!!! Ralph Waldo Emerson.

Voices are indistinct. It sounds like.

Mister Emerson, do you have anything further to add?

THERE is one mind common to all individual men. Every man is an inlet to the same and to all of the same. He that is once admitted to the right of reason is made a freeman of the whole estate. What Plato has thought, he may think; what a saint has felt, he may feel; what at any time has befallen any man, he can understand. Who hath access to this universal mind is a party to all that is or can be done, for this is the only and sovereign agent.

You’ve already said that.

Then I would further add, scribes have at various times described THE sovereign agent as Allah, or Krishna or Yahweh or God.

And what name do you suggest we give to this sovereign agent?

In legal circles we refer to it as Ho.

Ho?

Ho.

Essentially, for those not yet born.

I am a teacher, a most prudential man
I teaches any where I go, in any way I can.
Today I’m teaching manners
Perhaps tomorrow, rage.
It’s up to my old guvnor,
For it’s him who pays my wage.

What’s he saying?
Get out of the way. They’ve stopped talking.

Yeah, so. What do you think of this weather. Reckon this rain is ever going to stop?

I’ll keep you informed Mister Emerson. We may need to call on you again.

Can you picture a scene without doors?

There is one door common to all individual men.

It is situated on the US/Mexico border.

Access is severely restricted. Unless, of course, said the Donkey to the Horse.
You happen to come in, disguised as some kind of coronavirus.

There is just one question remaining.

However, that is for another time. Everyone’s gone home and I am sat here on my Jack Jones.

Three large brown envelopes - sealed - drop through the mailbox.

Four questions remaining.

There’s no Russian Justice.
Well, Mister Putin’s on top of things.
I said, there is no rushing Justice.
You wouldn’t rush David Blunkett.
Say what?
Justice is blind.
Do you think so?
I’m going to bed, it’s approaching three am.
Goodnight, Mister Jones.
Later, Jack.
You coming, Tommy?

It’s 2:30 here and I can’t sleep. Woke up with a dry mouth and the feeling like someone was standing on my sternum. I’m scured, ILP.

Hold me.

No no, no don’t hold me. Stay back.

Just… just tell me it’s gonna be alright.

We had a good run didn’t we, ILP? Aw shit. Welp I guess maybe I wuz a little hard on ya, but it’s because I luv you guys.

I stole Charlie Wendling’s bike when I was twelve. But i gave it back two days later. I just wanna tell you guys that and get it off my chest.

The key to sleeping is an empty head. Also, not caring about not sleeping. Also, get up, go to bed eat etc. at the same time everyday. Gotta keep those circadian ryhthms rhythming.

Yeah, I know you know this stuff. I can keep going. But wouldn’t want to put you to sleep.

Oh, wait.

Got worried only one time when I didn’t sleep for close to a week, then found out you can die after 11 sleepless nights.
Next day knocked myself out , the eight day, then it was ok afterwards.

Since then I worry less. Strange though, now going through things much dier, assured that if this country doesn’t completely bust, there will always be a roof over my head and some food I can find.

For Meno:
„
What is Ignatia Amara used for?
Ignatia amara, also known as Strychnos ignatia, St Ignatius’ bean is a homeopathic remedy made from seed pods, which contain strychnine, which acts on the central nervous system. Used for sleeplessness due to grief, worry, shock or emotional upset.”

Ignatia pillules 20c, to be taken as recommended on the product… do not exceed the recommended dose. I too, many years back, had a string of sleepless nights… barely sleeping an hour in each 24 hour day, and I too got shook when I looked up the effects of it. I immediately cut out all caffeine and exhausted myself with physical activities… a combination that did the trick, and so took away any fears of an ensuing demise.

And when she saw the Muses of Poesie standing by my bedside, dictating the words of my lamentations, she was moved awhile to wrath, and her eyes flashed sternly. ‘Who,’ said she, 'has allowed yon play-acting wantons to approach this sick man—these who, so far from giving medicine to heal his malady, even feed it with sweet poison? These it is who kill the rich crop of reason with the barren thorns of passion, who accustom men’s minds to disease, instead of setting them free.
Boethius – Consolation of Philosophy.

For poetry was all written before time was…
Ralph Waldo Emerson.

The following was penned in 1985. A couple of tweaks here and there, and at a stretch it’s covid-19 appropriate.

Legacy of Power
The dogs are restless yesterday – they were tomorrow night.
It’s in the air, the Cat did say – it rides upon the light.
The Owl, wise as any bird, he rarely missed a trick.
But the news, alas, he hadn’t heard – poor thing he felt quite sick,
The Fox, he pleaded ignorance, t’was nowt to do with me.
The Weasel, speechless, in a trance – there’s nothing I could see.
Thunder, said the Magpie – that’s the sound it made.
I’ve not seen my wife and children since – never known them so afraid.
One for sorrow said the Rat – there’s funny goings on,
I saw a rabbit chase a cat – heard Thrush without a song.
The truth from Rat, unusually – a Pig said with surprise.
Sarcastically – a rarity, like when my brother flies.
No time for jokes, Hyena said. A smile upon his face.
I fear my wife and child are dead – they vanished without trace.
The family’s not a worry. A worm appeared to roar.
They left in such a hurry, cried a panic-stricken boar.
Protect the young, a goose was heard to say - she said it with much pride.
“You didn’t worry yesterday – that cannot be denied.”
Who said that? And what’s it mean?
The goose was clearly miffed
Come out, own up, be brave, be seen - our spirits need a lift.
A hush befell the gathered crowd – the air with tension charged
An ass stepped through, with head so proud…
Or rather, gently barged.
There! Perched upon the Donkey’s back, though looking rather frail
Truth to tell, he looked a wreck – but Owl wouldn’t fail.
Forgive me, Goose, did I set you back?
Then perhaps I’ll try a different tack.
To you, I may well seem unfair – but then I’m not convinced you truly care.
Protect the young, I heard you say. And yes, that’s why they’ve gone away
Yet had we done things differently, they’d still be here with you and me.
Didn’t I warn you of the dangers faced? In such a quandary I was placed.
Poor Owl’s mad – he’s lost his head. The only thing you ever said.
Oh Goose! You worked there night and day,
You sold your soul to earn your pay.
You bowed to their barbarity, thus waved farewell to you and me!
Your Mother can’t believe her eyes.
Soft breezes echo all her sighs.
It’s only over-zealous fools will tamper with their mother’s rules.
I really can’t believe the fact, that you with gay abandon act.
I warned you many moons ago, the seeds of danger that you sow.
You hypocrites are all the same, to you it seems life’s just a game.
Well, foolishly you played with fire.
As one, we’ll suffer Nature’s ire.
See the Ostrich smiles with sheltered eyes
To some it’s such a great surprise.
It’s no good asking my advice – you risked it, now you’ll pay the price.
I’ve spent my whole life telling you, what creatures with this power do.
Come closer friends, you’ll never see – the air’s gone stale for you and me.
Your faith in something you can’t see, gives rise to certain irony.
The end for us is drawing near, yet may I go with conscience clear.

One or two contrived rhymes - suggestions welcome. Thanks.

=D>

Kropotkin

Thank You MagsJ:

I am looking for it, and let You know the effects once inarart a regimen.

As for now: I drink ginger tea very hot and unsweetened instead of coffee.
After swallowing , the residual ginger roots are consumed.