Bastardworld

Its a bastardworld and someone needs to bring this to the attention of the meaningless majority,ad nauseum.The whole world is a lockup(a garage where contraband is held,in London)and no one can find the light switch.Have you herd about the elephants in India,apparently the adolescent jumbos are getting very pissed off that their Mums,Dads,aunties and Uncles are getting killed off by all those nasty peaceloving hindu citizens famed for thier resistance to killing things.Well then whatever next, now these elephantine delinquents are looking for retribution and are trundling around,stompin on,ripping to bits,tuskin the fuck out any hindu they can find,villages,citys next.Yes jumbo chavi’s(u.k.white trash) pissed off because you’ve offed the rellys roaming the streets of Indian cities sitting on cars and stuff.I cant wait until they start smoking crack then watch out.Its a shame humans aint so attached to mankind like our elephant comrades but i dont want to get too meaningful here,suffice to say that prehaps humans like eating their own shit like politicians and rabbits but thats another story.I’m more into Placebo thugs, you know the thug you have when you have no thugs,I’m into designing spam for products you cant buy,fill the web with spam products you cant consume you sucker fucker,you could call them bastard products for a bastardworld,now thats cool.The other day my flatemate and her friend were going off to a far distant town called Mel..bo… ur..nah for what ever girls from Sy..d..neh of indeterminate age do in distant cites,newsboi asked what i would do while they were away and my answer was,newsboi I’ll get dressed up as a house and move so you cant find me,ok,journo’s,what are they like?.So thats the wonderful world of bastard,i hope you can understand because it does’nt matter if you dont.I wont shout at you and call you a fucken dope because if you dont make a comment i wont know you dont unnerstann,now will I.I would say,reply to my fucking emails and i wont have to write meaningless shit like this but I wont because I dont care anymore,I’m basically talking to myself and the guys in the white coats are not going to drag me away because this all a figment of my imagination anyway.I might write a book no one would read about my experience’s on the blog,its like learning a language no one else can speak,i would write your name up in the sky but i cant spell it,if there were no roads would you ever go anywhere,would you be going nowhere,yeah nowhere,sounds great.

Hi this is bastardworld where its fun to be bastard,i’ve been called a bastard all my life and learnt how to actually enjoy it.Create new worlds,lets create a mirror image of the world as you see it,this is bastardworld.Lets create a bitch party,where you have to have a bitch to join the party.Tell everyone what pisses you off and all the stuff you do to make life intolerable,enjoy the maxim,’its all your fault,you let them do it’,it works for me.Enjoy,enjoy the bastardworld with that lovely bastard, Harry de Bastarde,the blind private investigator of your soul and his dog dogon his witness.

My name is Harry de bastarde,that man in the image is me,whats in an image.Can you tell where it is,does it really matter.As you dont have to be an einstein to know you can only occupy one space at a time.So if time and space is immaterial then what am i doing writing this.Blogging is a new thing for me to experience so try and stick with me and this will make no sense at all,hopefully.When life is getting you down and you want to do something totally meaningless,you are cordially invited to Bastardworld,so let the pot be sttirred.