The Early March Blog Post

Published March 6, 2023

Morning my friends. I'm in England. A great country. My country of birth.

It's gone four in the morning.

I'm writing this instead of doing all the work I wrote down to do today.

Sometimes you need to tell yourself to fuck off.

I'm telling myself to fuck off.

I don't feel like doing it. But, if I don't do it and don't do something else, something productive, meaningful, creative then I'll feel awful. So here I am, at my desk, typing away.

I did a lot of really important technical things too earlier, so I think I'll sleep proud and not sick.

I've been reading about Scientology again lately, and the Falun Gong and other New Religious Movements, a term I don't really like. I've read a lot about these kinds of groups for many years now.

One of the things I love about them is this - operating outside of government control, freedom in a word.

Although none are sovereign or even claim sovereignty (unlike me), they do act like they are sovereign. Scientology for instance basically run a giant global network of torture mansions and very real, very strange prisons. The government doesn't touch them.

The Pope has the Vatican. Li Hongzhi has Dragons Springs in New York. The Mormons own a state. I want a place.

One day I'll have my spot. An island maybe or a mountain or a great ranch.

It's early March and I'm still getting used to being back in the UK after the trip to Asia. I miss a lot about Asia and there are so many places on that continent that I feel at home - more at home than this country.

At the end of the trip and throughout January and February I had a whole lot of health issues. I won't go too much into it here, but I've been to hospital multiple times for multiple reasons.

Despite some annoyances - annoyances that are a part of the human experience, I'm fine.

I'm now going to talk about fighting.

Fighting. I started watching MMA videos recently. A part of me wants to be in there fighting, but I have a brain, and won't allow my genius to be hurt, really hurt - physically hurt. These guys and lady-people hit the mat and then get pummelled after. I love watching them get knocked out. It's beautiful.

I had a dream last night about my Taiwanese ex-girlfriend. I caught her cheating on me, it was then revealed throughout the dream that she had been cheating on me with many men throughout our relationship.

It was such a strange dream. The subject matter wasn't the strange part, this was the girl who ran off when I was in a hospital bed with some hobo fuck or plastic sniffer or something (can't remember, don't need to) - the weird part was the characters and the world itself, the characters and world-building were increadibly realistic BUT in a 'everything is on fire' kind of way. That's how I'm describing it. An 'everything is on fire' kind of way. My dreams are always extreme, vivid. And they have so many interesting novelties. This 'everything is on fire' kind of novelty was novel though, yo.

I'm pouring myself a pint glass of Pepsi now, Pepsi Max No Caffiene. Well, I'll pour it now...

I poured it. I took a sip. Delicious. As always.

I need to take a piss now, unrelated to the Pepsi, or perhaps my bladder has activated on knowledge of the new liquid.

I took a piss. In a bottle, an empty bottle of Pepsi Max No Caffeine.

Alright, we gonna get back to this now.

In February I started writing a novel, I got over 13,000 words in and then fell off a cliff. I didn't die, I'm currenlty swimming in the warm ocean. I don't think I have bipolar disorder. Although I'm sure many whatchyamacallthems would diagnose me with it. I do have MANIA though. And I do have depression. And I am currently in a run of MANIA (with a depression creeping behind me)...

Alright, that is the post. I'm going to go eat some oven-cooked frozen fried chicken with a tin of sausages and spaghetti, watch the film Fury and take a bath.

My Sons Jesus Christ and Kim Garam shall forever protect you and bring you immortal peace.

BRAD!

The Early March Blog Post

Published March 6, 2023

Morning my friends. I'm in England. A great country. My country of birth.

It's gone four in the morning.

I'm writing this instead of doing all the work I wrote down to do today.

Sometimes you need to tell yourself to fuck off.

I'm telling myself to fuck off.

I don't feel like doing it. But, if I don't do it and don't do something else, something productive, meaningful, creative then I'll feel awful. So here I am, at my desk, typing away.

I did a lot of really important technical things too earlier, so I think I'll sleep proud and not sick.

I've been reading about Scientology again lately, and the Falun Gong and other New Religious Movements, a term I don't really like. I've read a lot about these kinds of groups for many years now.

One of the things I love about them is this - operating outside of government control, freedom in a word.

Although none are sovereign or even claim sovereignty (unlike me), they do act like they are sovereign. Scientology for instance basically run a giant global network of torture mansions and very real, very strange prisons. The government doesn't touch them.

The Pope has the Vatican. Li Hongzhi has Dragons Springs in New York. The Mormons own a state. I want a place.

One day I'll have my spot. An island maybe or a mountain or a great ranch.

It's early March and I'm still getting used to being back in the UK after the trip to Asia. I miss a lot about Asia and there are so many places on that continent that I feel at home - more at home than this country.

At the end of the trip and throughout January and February I had a whole lot of health issues. I won't go too much into it here, but I've been to hospital multiple times for multiple reasons.

Despite some annoyances - annoyances that are a part of the human experience, I'm fine.

I'm now going to talk about fighting.

Fighting. I started watching MMA videos recently. A part of me wants to be in there fighting, but I have a brain, and won't allow my genius to be hurt, really hurt - physically hurt. These guys and lady-people hit the mat and then get pummelled after. I love watching them get knocked out. It's beautiful.

I had a dream last night about my Taiwanese ex-girlfriend. I caught her cheating on me, it was then revealed throughout the dream that she had been cheating on me with many men throughout our relationship.

It was such a strange dream. The subject matter wasn't the strange part, this was the girl who ran off when I was in a hospital bed with some hobo fuck or plastic sniffer or something (can't remember, don't need to) - the weird part was the characters and the world itself, the characters and world-building were increadibly realistic BUT in a 'everything is on fire' kind of way. That's how I'm describing it. An 'everything is on fire' kind of way. My dreams are always extreme, vivid. And they have so many interesting novelties. This 'everything is on fire' kind of novelty was novel though, yo.

I'm pouring myself a pint glass of Pepsi now, Pepsi Max No Caffiene. Well, I'll pour it now...

I poured it. I took a sip. Delicious. As always.

I need to take a piss now, unrelated to the Pepsi, or perhaps my bladder has activated on knowledge of the new liquid.

I took a piss. In a bottle, an empty bottle of Pepsi Max No Caffeine.

Alright, we gonna get back to this now.

In February I started writing a novel, I got over 13,000 words in and then fell off a cliff. I didn't die, I'm currenlty swimming in the warm ocean. I don't think I have bipolar disorder. Although I'm sure many whatchyamacallthems would diagnose me with it. I do have MANIA though. And I do have depression. And I am currently in a run of MANIA (with a depression creeping behind me)...

Alright, that is the post. I'm going to go eat some oven-cooked frozen fried chicken with a tin of sausages and spaghetti, watch the film Fury and take a bath.

My Sons Jesus Christ and Kim Garam shall forever protect you and bring you immortal peace.

BRAD!

© Brad Nicholls