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Footnotes: aaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrgh. etc. Er, OK, so this is the third page. It should really be longer because this is the important bit where they drive. It should really go on forever, but the next page is the last page and they have to arrive and that should take time too, so maybe I should do a 6 page story instead? I dont know. Its all about time. But still, this is the journey and the drive and their faces are deliberatly non expresionalalble etc, Its really all about death but you have to read between the lines or sort of look into their eyes, not that i expect you to or have drawn any thing in their eyes its a figure of speach. You know. Anyway, so its all about death. Oh yeah, by the way I fucked up on the steering wheerl, did you notice? Unless tey're driving around a huge round about.
Anyway, what i'm sort of trying to get at is like a french movie where they play on the simplest of things. Off the top of my head i'm think of the opening sequence to a counch in New York with Binoche, or the journey across the desret with English Patent, or the opening drive in Colour Blue or the night drive sene in Mauvis Sang, car journies, slow and sprawling, when your the passenger, I love them in the right conditions. Its strange, especially when your young, you dont see a car journy as a place. You might drive 1 hour to get to a place to sit down for 2 hours and chat and drive back but you also spent 2 hours driving, thinking and such. Its a place and its a spiritual place as you think alot.
Anyway, I was just thinking about how all thats fucked up due to shit people or at least for me. I spend more and more time plagued by nightmares and memories of shit people. If I had known I would never have, 'felt sorry for them' and tried to help. They should have health warnings over them. WARNING SHIT PEOPLE WILL CAUSE YOU ANXIETY AND NIGHTMARES IN YOUR DYING YEARS. or something like that. Thats one of the reasons I draw what I draw because I am forcibly replacing those memories with the memories I draw but it doesn't work because you know its not real and it just reinforces the shit peoples prescence in your head. They knew, thats why they sniggered.
So, its about a car journy. I cant remember why I thought up this story but I know I dont want to use words any more. Its like its totally inpossible to describe what I want to say, but the images are quite effective and i'm hoping that if you think about it then you'll just know what i'm trying to say, it will become quite clear and no words will be nessessary. Like a world in mourning. Its a shit world, its like the only thing you can think about is your death, and nothing else matters, like people ask stupid things like about the colour of something or other or whose going to win an election and its like I DONT GIVE A SHIT. unless of course your an el-neato person then anything you say is good. Point is I think that its all about quality people, and theres nothing that can be said or done to ignore that. But corporates, employers and the government will try to over ride that. If you say you are lonely and have no friends they will force a pakistany into your life and shout at you when you refuse it. If you say you want to go out they will take you to McDonalds and shout at you when you say thats crap. They twist all of your desires. Its hard to describe, but its a battle to achieve contentment and it doesn't have to mean doing something like going to a party, it can be a drive through the dark which is what is happening here. Thats what I want, a long drive to someplace in England 100 miles away or more, to a FRIENDS place to sit on a sofa after the fatigue of driving. But there are no more words, like now its all about the neigbours, are they cunts? Chances are yes, but the walls are now all gone and everyones so fucking ugly and retarded and they all have jobs and children and reasons for living, chit chatting mindlessly in the supermarkets whilst you havn't chit chatted in 15 years.
Fuck, still, its not all that bad, well it is, but you know, its all about frames of mind.
Also, I drew the girl driving after the shooting. It was a whim really. I dont really know what to make of their relationship and I know its a bit suspect but its not at all really, its just that I feel the need to put them together, primarily because society has done everything to keep us apart. This seems to be a fitting retaliation as an assault to the senses that they have tried so hard to protect. Yeah, I live in the belief that people would rather they never saw me at all in public, only as a slave, only alone. They couldn't bear it if I had a proper friend that I could chit chat with. Oh, theres plenty of retards they'd fix me up with, but no one of any quality, LKIE ME. and especially not a girlfriend or even, DREAD TO THINK a daughter. ReALLY, this is all I think about everyday how I have no one to talk to. Theres plenty of bogus retards on the internet, all my naighbours are idoits either playing really creepy music at the stragest of hours. These places are sound proofed because of the airport. The neigbour is always playing shit 'noise' its like the film IPRICUS FILES with Micheal Cane that 'FOUND ITS WAY TO ME' the noise is just like that. Thats an interesting film with regards to what they are doing to me. Its all about stress. After a certain while you cant think, you cant function. At the same time someone installed a MOUSE SCARER at a place I used to go to. It was to get rid of the vermin, ME. Its a sort of screaching sound and the mice 'dont like it' and it has several levels, really loud and also just audiable, like a dog whistle. Point being, they are spending all their time attrictioning my mind. Really. Freaky stuff huh. Get I sound likea real idiot..... Anyway, so if thats not making a noise its the other neibour thats 'redecorating his bathroom' one tile at a time. Every so often he'll come by and do 20 minutes of hard banging and knoking and thats it. I thinks hes with the CIA. Or its the Indians or the Russians Or the retards and teir fleet of articulated lorries which I'm sure contain surveylance equipment for spying on me. And through all this, if I had someone to talk to I would be OK. I was thinking the other day how much easier it is to talk to people when your 'coupled' its a chemical process really, or a physical one, but if your talking, its really easy to do something like talk to someone else, like if your in a crowded pub and you have a partner you can talk to a stranger and if they blank you can just go back to talking to your partner like a regrouping action but if your alone your fucked, you just burn out. Anyway, so I showed here driving because of a whim really. It struck me that he was driving and he was in charge but that was just how it appeared, i have no preconceptions, so I showed her driving on the way back just for a change to see how it worked.
Dont know really. i dont really want it to be anything other than an interesting story. or really just an interesting chain of events. Obviously the killing of those 'businesssmen' is the most striking part. i find that people are so obsessed with fighting the government that they confuse the issue. Really, te government has little say in most things, they have very little control really, its all down to those in power at a local level, employers, they are the ones truly responsible for fucking England up. Not all of them, but in general. They support criminals, I've seen it, criminals getting good jobs because they repress the workers. Employers bring in foriegn labour. Its not just cheap labour, it divides society. They cant speak English. Alot of them have problems that they have run away from in their home countries, like crime.Alot of them are more interested in trafficing money and goods to their home country. There is no more English culture, you cannot deal with them, but it is local employers that are doing it, not the government. Employers that can see that employees have needs but dont do anything about it. I know its not easy, but in alot of instances, especially at the larger levels, they not only dont try, but they compound it. I know, they did it to me. I know my problems suck, but what the hell. But other people like land lords, news and media, the police, none of them really do their job. The police use female officers to rip us to bits, they are not police they are tyrants in uniforms that own land and cannot be touched. I could do that wander around casting judgement. Not that we dont need a police force, but that they aren't much use and are really a waste of money as England is fucked and all they do is wander around fucking people up the ass instead of dealing with crime. But this is a strip that deals with vengence at a level that is not often seen. Its just a story, but I think hteres a substance that people catch here and there, like a Ken Loach film, a hard gritty reality, a perspective from the ground. English buildings, not hardened heroes, but icons of something more familiar, and stuff like that. Pictures of tower blockes, vertical prison camps, lessons learnt from Auschitz applied to English society. Taking out those that prescided as 'professionals' over a working class, doctors, teachers, high street solisitors, all ready to look down thier nose at you and um and are and come out with professional advice when all along they were the problem because when common sense prevails its a different world. Like doctors that prescribe pills when they should say 'YOU HAVE TO GET OUT OF RENTED ACCOMODATION, THATS WHATS KILLING YOU', the truth. Stuff like, 'I HAVE DIAGNOSED YOUR DEPRESSION AND CONCLUDED THAT YOUR JOB IS SHIT AND YOU'D BE BETTER OFF KILLING YOUR MANAGER', because they would never say that. OR, YOUR GRILFRIEND IS UGLY, ITS BRINGING YOU DOWN. Solisitors that dont address the simplest of facts, YES, YOUR BEING FUCKED UP THE ASS BUT IF YOU COMPLAIN WITH THIS FORM YOU'LL GET TO SWALLOW THE CUM. Really. But also, this isn't 'PEASANTS' taking revenge, this is quality intelligent humans saying NO to corporate tyranny. And its not just that, its at all levels, its against land owners. It makes me sick to know that fat ugly women own thier homes and they are so FUCKING NICE with their nice dogs that they take to the groomers in their nice car and seeing their friends for coffee and tea on Wednesdays and talking about the poor people as though if they had to live in crime ridden areas in rented accomodation they would still have the same cheery outlook on life. I'd like the idea of the surgical removal of unproductive members of the landed class. They should not be allowed to deal with anyone unless the consequence of their actions facilitated the move of that person to their own property. I know thats a bit vague, but so many people use the labour of people that will never be able to afford a property without a care in the world. I know I dont give a shit, but I dont care. Mitigating curcunstances include that I am poor but I'm getting out. point is, these issues are never addressed. Like with politicians. They should all have to live in a tower block next to parialment so they can walk to work and save money. Not hat I really believe that, but there are so many perspectives that are never addressed. Like murderers and serial killers about how they are all eveil, but they are actually normal people until they are causght and given other conditions the headlines could read MR FRED, AN HONEST LAW ABIDING CITIZEN HAD HIS CAR STOLEN, SHOCK HORROR, but the same story could read, MR FRED A SICK PSHCHOPATH KILLS 5. Point is that he could be either. So many killers are normal people. Headlines should be prgmatic? is that the word. Mr Fred decided to kill 5 people and because we dont like that we kill carry out actions upon him as we see fit to redress the actions he has performed. We cannot say he was wrong, but we still have the right to carry out punishement. Why do people kill? Its clear that it works. To make a killing in the city as they say. Seroiusly, people that kill should be executed.
You know, i though a while back that people reading this might think i'm deranged. But i'm not. lol. really. I see it like if I had a friend, other than Bert, my pal who lives in my head and tells me who to kill, I would say all this stuff to them, and they would respond, and if it was sick or stupid they would say so. Like if i was sat in a chair and said, 'im sure they're spying on me from those vans', you would say, nah, dont be stupid, who would want to spy on you? Really, and then i'd say, well, ok, maybe not, its banter, and you say stuff and its only really because thats whats coming out from the top of your head, it doesn't mean thats your steadfast ideology. They are just ideas and thoughts. But I leave it because the words bring in search engine traffic.... Er, really, the reason I sort of like the result. Oneday i'll probably delete all these comments... lol lol omg fuck it.