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| Me in a less evolved form. |
Family, Music, Football, Life.
An Alter Ego born into Cyberspace.
Shortly after an egg hatched on the screen one hatched in the mind of writer Craig Mitchell.
To create sometimes you need to bring things down to rebuild them. It works in Music and it works in football. There is not future, there is no past but there is always a story. This site is his world.
He is on the whole non violent, but has rages that come from being a failed artist believing in creation and because certain things deserve it like biebers, double Monday's and many other things which you can see here.
The Future History must be chronicled (possibly because I have nothing better to do). There was born the ultimate mashup artist who was going to take over the world by ripping it to shreds to tell his own story. To build a world in his own mental image as it was slowly falling apart.
What has been will be againWhat has been done will be done againThere is Nothing New Under The Sun
He worships the Sungod, even though his very Gingerness means he must respect it and he duly hides in high summer. Except when it's cloudy. He gets out a lot in Summertime considering, but that's because he lives in the accursed Bastard Isles, where the Sun is clouded from our minds and hearts.
In his more lucid moments he-he remembers his humanity rather than his mission[s]. Sane people do not want to take over the world, they just want an easier life. Taking over the world from the safety of an armchair is one of the Gr8 Wonders of our time.
Real blood makes him squeamish, which hints at the possibility he could have been a politician in a past life. He has been many things and will be many things. He does not need to specialise when you have Generals and are recruiting. He has impeccable sources that bring him the latest news from the Battlefields of Modern Warfare. But it is also important to understand the classics, for without history we would not be where we are today.
He has come to save mankind by banning Tuesday's and many other things when he can get round to it. He is also very impressionable being so young at heart, but redeems himself by laughing. Crying and laughter are the only logical way to approach life and survive the absurdity. It is through those teary eyes of laughter that he views the world. As the Great Prophet Bill said
"I left in love, in laughter, and in truth and wherever truth, love and laughter abide, I am there in spirit."Sources say he is a Zeitgeist, gadfly, devout conspiracy theorist (all his own which are much more fun) and Celtic stroke of genius/insanity. GingerZilla is a created world where Fact and Fiction blend for the Children of the Sungod. He was taught by the Prophets Bill and Bob.
We are all one blood. One family.
There is only one Future History
There is only
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1 comments:
Oldies understand your displeasure at having to feign concern for such a despised and lazy section of oxygen wasters as the aged, but we enjoy your anguish. The general dis-interest in a backward country slitting its own children's throats having lower precedence than the ego of petty Tweet queens justifies my loathing of fellow beings. A few Parliamentary crocodile tears from diplomacy-conscious countries seems enough to appease the collective conscience of the few Australians who have heard of Syria. That's another delusion shattered, me thinking only USA and Indonesia were required sucking. Am glad it's not oil.
Post Pol Pot Cambodia with its photos of precisely sorted and uniformly stacked skeletal remains is a reminder of Western lameness. And then the Jewish solution comes to mind. Rather than learn from it, history demands every era repeat past errors. It must be natural selection at work, something like the rainforest's stinging nettle usually having an antidote thistle nearby, that astute minds like Tolstoy and Dickens rise to the surface to record man's inhumanity.
That's just about it, Mum. I started off about some furkerken thing, think it was about that damn kid. All the best and don't forget to take the bandicoots out of the freezer. Love, Les.
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