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Saturday 9 July 2011

Nothing happens; and it keeps on happening for ever. #1

Delbor, who was soon to become the creator of Teenage Angst Stoned Philosophy, was reflecting upon the existence of the Universe and his place within it when he struck upon a thought that was to change his life. In fact, the thought struck him like a seventeen year old's erection strikes his belly upon the memory of a certain girl almost hidden behind her bedroom curtains.


Staring up at the Saturday night sky from the cricket pitch, where he had chosen to lie to contemplate his life before going back home to the workhouse, he realised he had found Mars. 


So fucking far away! Wow...



The Thought That Was To Change His Life oozed into his consciousness in a  most non-striking way, to tell the truth. Cross out "struck", replace with "oozed into".


Delbor realised that the huge problems with his life were insignificant when one went to Mars and looked down upon the Planet Earth... teeming Earth, Indians and Africans, he could see... he saw all the problems of the Earth of all the people and then his cosmic mind-gaze fell upon him...sprawled, stoned,  comical upon the school cricket pitch wondering if he'd be able to hitch a lift home.


"Perspective, put it into perspective. From Mars it has no importance, it is all very small and insignificant."


He walked back to the workhouse, nose pointed to the stars, made some beans on toast and went to his room and tried to write poetry but didn't know how to at that time. It was awful poetry. Then he probably had a wank.


But... Something had happened to Delbor, a Very Important Realisation had been anchored into his mind, thrown from a distant, red, dreamy planet. 


Nevertheless Delbor still felt generally bored and had other more compelling needs to consider; why did he live in a workhouse and was his dick small, average or actually quite big?

3 comments:

  1. Salacious in it's detail, this very veritable article communicated in a fashion somewhat amusingly. You haven't lost your touch Don.

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  2. Did a person from another planet named Ford Prefect come and tell him the earth was about to be demolished to make way for an intergalactic highway, so please don't panic and get a towel?

    And did the poem read

    Oh freddled gruntbuggly
    Thy micturations are to me
    As spangled garbellblotchits
    Upon a lurgid bee
    ?

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  3. That's Vogon poetry, isn't it, Bill? Delbor's teenage angst poetry was much verse than that.

    Thank you Marty. I hope you won't be disappointed.

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