Paid A Greek To listen To Me Speak...

Tis been a bit, how shall we put it, laboured. Starting to nudge towards the 60,000 word mark but it has been difficult.

In reference to the last post, I pressed send and got a very nice reply, including a picture. I hoped for nothing, so I sent it all to the recycle bin and CC'd it. I feel cleansed. I feel like shit.

Ah well. Stuart has got his watch back, only to have it stolen again to complete the never ending cycle of the 9,192,631,770 vibrations of the cesium-133 atom. Must be hard being that bloody (or bleddy) poor little atom. Miss out a couple of vibrations each second and the whole planet could fall apart, which actually links in nicely with this whole thing.

Managed to 'accidently' download the leaked "At War With The Mystics" album today. First of all, must say, The Flaming Lips have done it again. It is an awesome work of musical genius. But the reason it is mentioned here is that the opening track, "Yeah Yeah Yeah Song", deals with the predicament that Stuart is trying to fight his way through. How far will you go, in your blinkered selfishness, to fulfill your personal needs. Kill the world? We shall see...

I am envious of you...

"YOU PREACH WITHOUT A RIGHT..."

Sorry, I was Wrong...

Honest, I tried to sleep. Started watching Shameless but then something kicked in and I ended up writing another thousand or so words.

This is becoming so difficult. I need to get this thing finished so I can get on with my life.

As for Stuart, he is now in a room in Geneva, back from Annecy and the death of Raymonde, and about to face The Superiors. Sometimes it really is as if something else is writing this book, I start a chapter, knowing where we are going and all of a sudden I have written something completely unexpected. It was supposed to be just a fleeting visit to Annecy but it ended up as a hugely emotional ride. It brought a lot of things into perspective for myself personally, my recent behavior, my distrust, my felling of inadequacy, my need for having my ego stroked. I have written a very personal and important email to someone, all I now need to do is click on send.

But on a lighter note...

Jehovahkill?