Monday, March 19, 2012

continue

20march 2012
continue? yeah i thought about this , you know most just wanna read the little richard thing or get the john peel. that's okay i would probably do the same, my blog ain't so different from the other thousand million . there's just one little difference from the others and that's me, and me is why i'm doing this. it's for me by me to me, and if i get a reader or someone gets something out of it ,well fine. this blog is called continue so i'll keep continuing, the band blog will continue sometime, the relevance just happens and continues. you know , i could easily  make this a book, that's not really the intention . it's the continuing boredom of the internet in general, i'm sure there's someone somewhere, who's real interesting , but i cant be bothered with it all.

10april2012
looking for something , i came across some old tapes i transferred to mp3 , everyone done a version or tried to play the house of the rising sun, here's mine , use the password rsun96


9june2012
today i went round to see the bloke who had the cardboard record, mainly to find out a few things. if you dont know, i do some charity work fixing old computers, (the cardboard record guy has nothing to do with computers, newspapers at best). anyway, this new guy, in for a few weeks, we started talking about where we're from and such, he lives out my old suburb. coincidence, too many, get this, he moved there in 1983, i moved out 1983. from where he moved is the same street as the old bloke with the cardboard record, next door actually. later, that night i was thinking about it , then i realized the old codgers mother lived across the road from where the new guy lives now, weird or what. the distance between both places is 5 miles (from where he moved in 1983 to where he lives now), not just around the corner. this new guy might mean something in my journey, then again it might just be some inspirational blog story or something. most days weird shit like this happens (i don't like that shit happens in this contents), sometimes i can work it out, it's a time thing, meaning you work it out later, when it don't matter.

12june2012
lately i've thought i should continue here and confuse for awhile. you know i can continue as long as i'm alive , the story does not go away, today is significant for me in a way. i bought some cards on ebay, that don't mean that much, just a little, in the sentiment department. the cards are of a brand called stamina, they made school clothes of quality, and in the pocket was a pack of cards, not the full set, but some. my first day of school and someone pick pocketed my pack, i always wondered about them cards. so now i have some, if it means anything.

19june2012
patti smith hole .ewollongong, use psew password
hole . ewollongong
12sept2012
i seen one of them young guys , you know the fuck me song in the other blog. he's still smoking and sounds wheezy, well his mother died on the 7 sept 2012, 81years, r.i.p.

29may2013
here is my little hovel hideout page, when i make an entry all the spyeyes come a -looky. it has happened a few, what they think, who knows, post but where. this page was good, cause not many checked it out. i've been thinking about the next blog, and finish the lynore later.

26dec2013
john lennon doing bob dylan , use password: makeup
j.l.dylan

6jan2014
audio of everly aust tour 1971 code:-  bro71
everly bros aust tv mp3 1971

3march2014
i find it really annoying, like spy eyes. them couple of dudes seem to be really interested in my blog, but wont come into the open. it just pisses me off and think why bother . invisible shits

28jan2015
here is where i say how i feel about my blog. of late, i haven't  felt like doing anything much in the form of extending the blog further. the couple of spy eyes are still there, i wonder what they think. with this blog i just go with the flow of it, the story is already written, it's just a case of remembering it really.

20april2015
so how do i feel at this point in time about the blog. you might think i have a negative view about it. it's more of  frustration really, the spy eyes and go ogle get my stories for jack shit, sure i can prostitute it. i have no problem just telling the stories for nicks. it's the annoying spys, why not just follow me. they don't realise , their the ones who fuck most things. there no difference from them and dickheads who stand at the magazine stand reading shit. i don't care who you are follow me or fuck off, i don't like what you are doing.

27june2015
the vampires are still just looking. i'm probably gonna stop because of them.

22april2016
i deleted a post through not knowing if i wrote the truth. not on my part but hear say. through out my life there has been hear say, white lies , call them what you like. they cause a lot of trouble. for that reason i thought it be better to delete the post.

16sept16
i haven't been feeling like doing anymore blogging. not interested in it much

14sept17
it's been a struggle getting it together since the heart attack. i hope to add more to the blog.
 
10sept24
nearly, seven years since i added here. the spyeyes have gone, haven't had a view for a few days. which is ok, all up i've had just over 10 grand in views. not in money terms, google didn't let me monetize this, that made me feel a bit unimportant, as did the spyeyes . like, i said before it's for me. you know you live your life not knowing stuff, background radiation. my mother is a great one for this, doesn't tell you nothing and/or uses it as a weapon. like they know something. things i've added to the whole clag.eartha blog, have been news to me, things if i knew and understood, i may have trod a different path. we all die in the end, and we still have good and bad days. i decided to do this here, because  the berekley blog is the beginning and end of the blog. if  i had to called this extension blog anything, it would be patches. why will become evident as i go. nothing to do with software. it goes back to primary school again. a piano in fact.  don't get me wrong, during primary school i never gave a shit about that type of music, i think i played the triangle, mainly in kindergarten. we all had goes on everything cluckers cymbals all that shit. with the cymbals someone somewhere cut their nose with the cymbals, so it came to hitting one cymbal with a stick.
 
23sept24
after sorting that first bit about the old dude and the new work guy, tried to anyway. i know there is people who still don't get it, i tried. it's just one of those weird things , i can't understand it. there must be some connection. i've put a bit of thought  to it, the only thing i can come up with is it's interrupted this part of the blog. two people were in my life at the same time, they couldn't have been further apart, as to know each other. but where one lived now,is where the other lived before, well next door. and the one that lived next door, now lives a few houses up the same street as where the one lived before. being miles apart. that's all . haven't seen either of them for more than 8 years. maybe i can now think about the piano story. 


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