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Sunday, 13 June 2010

Wmmvrrvrrmm remembers today holding onto the Grab Bars in the London underground train carriage and imagining his pyramid headgear starting to fuse with the handlebars becoming one integrated structure.

Wmmvrrvrrmm remembers that on the way home, he sat down and then a person sat down next to him and started to read a book that was printed in a foreign language. Wmm didn't want this person sitting next to him to sit there and wanted him to move away as if he were too shadowy a figure with his head buried in the tome, and Wmm kept imagining himself picking this person up and shoving his head into the wall on the other side of the carriage and a disposal shoot with teeth would open up on the other side into which the man would go before his head gets bitten off by the teeth. Once the seats on the opposite side of the carriage became vacant, the man decided to sit on the other side and Wmm began to imagine him as a shadowy energy form slowly transforming into a foetal tadpole shape that would begin to swim within the glass of the window.

Wmmvrrvrrmm remembers that during this time, in his mind, the man sitting opposite's face skin pulled back from the mouth like a foreskin revealed rows of vertical forward pointing fangs formed in the manner similar to a mouth of a lamprey and also a band of machine gun bullets, and then the outer row of teeth began to turn and point out sideways either side of the man's face in the manner of a fan and right in the centre of the rows of teeth was a small beak like the mouth of an octopus. And from this entity's throat would come a continuous clicking sound.

Wmmvrrvrrmm remembers two people asking about his pyramid today, remembers having mental visions of pterosaurs flying around the railways and hills, and when he was waiting for a bus home imagined double decker buses transforming into giant robots and a fleet of black sports cars being unable to drive bus the double decker bus transformer robots and so they assembled into one giant robot themselves that might have been Megatron from the Transformer films in a new incarnation and the three together started practicing American football maneuvres together and the tarmacked streets down in the local village centre became the skin of a giant sea monster that had been beached and birds were pecking away at the flesh.

Wmmvrrvrrmm recognises these visions as normal repeating things from time to time, but with some variation here and there. The sports cars forming one giant robot was a new experience for me today at least.

Wmmvrrvrrmm also recognises that the designs of the giant robots are usually simplified, such as the heads only have one huge camera lense like eye and seldom with a proper face, and the arms of the double decker transformers usually have door like flaps as arms.

Wmmvrrvrrmm was overjoyed to know that his friend Peter has accepted the fact that it will possibly be some months before he sees his new kitchen.

Peter is supposed to have a new kitchen built by someone recommended to him by his lodger, however the person managed to demolish the whole kitchen and take everything out but his head fell apart before he could put a new one in. This may be because the kitchen man is a possible crackhead or something completely insane like that. He left his tools behind so it's a genuine reason whatever it is. Peter has been living off takeaways for the last few weeks, but has thought about investing in a calor gas cooker to cook in his living room, he can toast bread on the fire but has also thought also about cooking on an open bonfire in the back garden, cooking such things as sausages and baked potatoes in tin foil, maybe he might go hunting for local animals such as squirrels and anyone's pets that crawl into his back garden going back to nature as it were, hunting as men did in ancient times. Time will see, but often it doesn't.

Wmmvrrvrrmm always looks forwards to hearing about more intolerably odd scenarios in Peter's existence and that Peter finds a way to tolerate them. Some of them are unbearably too odd for Wmm to even remember at this time, one couldn't even dream up half of them by consuming vast amounts of cheese before bedtime.

Okay, today I was in Foyles bookshop minding my own business when suddenly walking into the poetry section was a tall man who looked a bit like the man who played Elrond in Lord of the Rings, the inspector in The Wolfman and well was the main villain in Matrix. I was wondering if it was really him or not because he looked almost non-descript behind his glasses, his jaw was relaxed and indeed I couldn't remember his name.

I walked over to the Anna Kavan section in the fiction books because I am interested in her dream like novels at this present time and picked up her book The Parson and opened a page where I noticed the words "she weaves the tor into her fantasies" and I looked at that rather puzzled wondering what to make of this book and whether I should buy a copy and suddenly thought, "ah yes, Hugo Weaving". A few minutes later he walked off, I studied his profile and noticed the definite unmistakeable Hugo Weaving jaw as he walked out

Wmm took a look at the BBC news headline "Weather hampers US oil clean-up" and kept misreading it as "Wesley Stamper uses oil cleaner", this being one of his online friends.

I misread the BBC news headline "Palin testifies against 'Hacker' " as "Pale testicles agonize teacher"

Original article that was misread can be found here
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/technology/8600493.stm