More Bird Music

This is a music blog, (some of time), and recently i've been
replaying Mansuns attack of the Grey Lantern, sometime I only recommend doing if you have dead budgies, and then only if you heard it somewhere else. Me and an Ex Girlfriend spit-up after seeing a Mansun concert. So if you ever the fortune to see any the band members, send evil kicks down their bird strings.

A Pet Funeral

From the house of the very strange. My house, and it is very strange. Both my budgies died in there cage today. They've been kepted warm and fed, and if sometimes nervious seemed happy enough most of the time. But I found both of them lying face up in the bottom of the cage. They were a breeding couple, and I had was hoping for eggs. The most spooky thing. The very night before i had played Kaleidoscope by Siouxsie & the Banshees, where of couse Budgie was the drummer. I so rarely play goth music these days. Open 3.1415926, and let my birds sing again in heaven.

Mc Maggie

Ah, Morrisons shoping so safe. This is a place of magic and invocations, and cheesy minibaby bells. Meanwhile did jimmy curse the entire tower of song to no babies (or just no illegimate babies), though the very breathe of me. I don't know, yes or no. But Mr Morrision he did have he's kicks, and die childless, which is a very fine example of life gone wrong. Rockstars having babies stories please, fifi trixie bell is one i know, but she wasn't happy families either.

I have a date someday soon, and i'm finding very difficult to communicate with her.

The Great Inversion

I probably run the worlds least read blog. Axitronics about adding new a new interaction to the standard model. Since you need a PhD+ in quantum physics to understand it, and the paper was rejected by the journal, this will no doubt be the worlds least read blog.

But come the day of the great inversion, when google realizes that all page links are just marketing spam. Then the Nadir will become the Zenith, and the least linked will become the most popular. Then my site will be read. Perhaps then god will intervene and make my axial interaction a real physical force.

Too truly reach the prime Nadir of least readability, i now need translate the site, into a dead language, i think i shall choose the red indian language of New River Shasta. Quantum Mechanics in a dead language of the Red Indians, its a winner for sure.

Meanwhile, while readers need on subject information, and while blog writers need popularity. I've used my brain, to produce something more popular. Feed Distiller takes RSS and Atoms feeds from blog filters them to match particular content, and then displays them as new feeds, html pages, and as a widget you can put on a webpage.

So for example you can take your blogroll of friends, and filter it for just the same subject as your write about, and then put it as a widget on your page.

Pure Magic, Pure Serendipity

I met my future ex wife again, last night. Cripsin's wine bar in Ealing. Of course shes a horrendous pick tease. But i will not rest until, she's a post orgasmic, happy as a sandgirl, quivering lump of jelly, and just when she thought it was over, a'lover, another, orgasm fires though her temple, thighs legs, and oh my god, when did my pussy become a supernova. I'm not posting the name of my love here.
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Instead, just to finish off, a nearly perfected day. I met, rock guitar, wizard, Adam Temple. Down in next doors, green bar.

Note sure, how good my sing along with him was. Songs with twin vocals are rare anyway. But often powerful. Just what effect did Opra Haza vocals have on the turkeyish man in corner of the pub. I care...?

I lie, Adam Temple, won't play his own name. That would be stupid.

I have problems, in ployglot multiculture Ealing. How much does Racism stop me, from finding love. If you think those foreign mothers walking down the street, can't make your balls spin, with there words of venom. Your wrong. ' Ok, kick the baby, play kick the baby. Whats baby in turkish?

In the news recently 'Baby P' was abused by her mother. Stupid think witch. Mean hot wolf.

Big Fat Black Mother, walks down the street. saying 'Wait for', 'Rape for'... We all hate waiting. Doesn't like her audience much though. Its cold out there.

Animal city,

Woman don't love me. PhD, good dancer, the money i had from the house slipping into, my start up business. Looks weren't bad either.

Another night in the disco, another pub. Can't meet a friend or potential lover

No one helps me, ok.

The TV makes my mother take my hear.

Lesbian cat fights, oh oepidia your so weak aren't you. Don't you like men anymore.

TV pump millions of lieing love laws into man and women for centuries. The music for seen is so wrong. Maiden aunty, the BBC and heatbeat. What the dickins in right with london. Theres nothing classy or good about woman, who doesn't like sex.

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This human will try not to lie thought.