06.10.06

Well I made it through my 33rd year.

I thought that since I am all powerful and God like that the past calendar year would find me making the ascension to the Kingdom I created; but this was not to be.

It's not like I was unprepared.

Early in the picture I had a large wooden crucifix commissioned and brought a nail gun with compressor to affect attachment to said wooden cross. Heidi refused to participate in this and frequently wandered around the house calling me a heathen and that I was sacrilegious; but I knew she was only doing this to test my faith, that she was placed there by far seeing Benedictine Monks - who were pissed when they organised this and quite frankly it is beginning to show.

I had a moment where I thought I would need two (2) further cross's as the last time I was not alone on the hill but I abstracted and came to the revelation that there was only me on the hill and the two thieves were in fact my inner demons again testing me; which way to go and would I in the last moments of my time (then) give solace and succour to one who gave himself to me?

So the one crucifix was enough, and thank Me as the cost of these things in today's market is highly restrictive.

As it was the cross was not needed. The Romans failed to turn up so I had to pierce my own side with a spear (read steak knife) and sip on vinegar (read Jack Daniels).

So I sit here wondering about life since the cross has been pulled out from under me.

Perhaps I am not all knowing, all seeing and all powerful. Perhaps my musings are as others have said - the narcissistic, grandiose ranting of a short arrogant psych nurse who needs to lose himself in deluded fantasies as his own life is bleak and pitiful?

HAH! I hear you say and you'd be right - of course this is just another test. Like Edgar Allen Poe's central character from the Tell Tale Heart; I am not mad, not mad I tell you, just sensitive (to that god damn heart beating under the floor boards!)

This all makes sense after recalling the visitation from a pale rider on the back of a white horse. He said that he represented faithfulness and trust but the grim look about him and the amount he drank made me question this statement. His real name used to be Cirrhosis but since no one could spell it they decided to call him Death, and Hell followed behind him.

Which was convenient as we both had too much to drink and needed pizza. It turned out to be a pleasant evening.

Let thee who can understand know this, I know the number of Pizza, it is a mans number and should be seen as 0800-111-666 (they have cool merchandise for sale, check the beanies out).

Well, now that I am 34 I have reached immaturity, in fact I am rather advanced in that I gained immaturity years before my time, or ahead of my time? In any case Death just called on my departmental cell phone, he's bringing Fire, Pestilence and Decay over this evening for some fun. He reports that he has a good idea for the crucifix but wants it to be a surprise.


Take care.



The Grey Madness, Gollum, his 6000 year old dog and the 6ft White Wabbit.