Christmas in Perth

I spent the last week in Perth's mental asylum. Christmas was cool, I got a red singlet, tartan shorts, Zaxon thongs, shower gel and two chocolates, one of which I exchanged for a cigarette. I have no memory of my best friend visiting me but she can recollect the event well. I think the chlorpromazine must have addled my memory. Now that I am allowed back into the outside world I can enjoy the luxury of living in a homeless shelter. What fun Perth is.

If I am not mistaken the police chief and chief scientist were lovers before being murdered as witnesses to the massacre of the many. The Liberal Party member called Colin Barnett who acted irresponsibly has probably taken his own life. Australian Republican law has been proclaimed meanwhile the paperwork has not caught up. 
Interim orders 1) Don't hurt anyone or break anything. 2) Clearly have no criminal intentions.
Enforceable by members of public.

Liberte

All good. I needn't have worried so much about my friend Ali, he is alive and well. Sometimes I fear for everyone and fear everyone too much I guess. I am trying to find a flat that I can afford to rent. I find it hard to get money here as there are no jobs available. A local trick here is to have a 'help wanted' sign out front of a business and then insult and turn away anyone who comes in seeking work. 

Here in Perth or Perv as the French call it, there has been a horrible massacre. The above mentioned local trick was employed on a mass scale by the Liberal Party here. People came from all over but were murdered and cremated unless they bought real estate. And they didn't build a single extra house. Everyone smart enough here knows, I want you to know as well. Here in Perth there was a Nazi style holocaust. The survivors collaborated, I am a victim that survived and I know what is being covered up. So does GOD, and now so do you. Please send an international expeditionary force with investigators. We must prevent this happening again, anywhere.

Liberte x x

24 hours

Last night I was hungry after blogging my last post and decided to have a hamburger. At the central McDonalds in Perth, the capital of and largest city in Western Australia, I bought a BigMac meal and then sat and ate at one of the only six seats in the restaurant. I still think that that is not very many seats for a McDonalds in what is supposed here to be a big city. Strangers sat with me as I ate and I overheard one tell the other two that the three of them would kill me on my way home. As I walked home I passed a man sleeping in the open and when I heard a knife cutting flesh behind me I concluded that one of the three tailing me had murdered the man that was asleep. A native Australian Aboriginal girl had just walked past when I heard this and I overheard her approach to the killer and her last words "You won't leave Australia alive you know" and then again that awful sound. I suppose that I must have appeared oblivious to these happenings behind me as I continued walking. As I reached a corner two young men rounded the curve and one looked at me saying "Hello Sir". "Good Day Sir" I replied, lowering my head humbly as they passed. Behind me one asked, maybe the same one, asked "Should I?" and I said yes quietly and heard a gun pop at the same time. The British knifeman, I conclude, had been executed by an Australian Republican soldier. Thank GOD for this Republican sense of right and wrong. There is no way that a policeman could have prevented that assassin from killing me without some sort of fault found. These Australian Republicans have saved my life many times. Today one of my friends that lives at the same homeless shelter as me seemed to have disappeared. If I don't see him tomorrow then I will conclude that the 'Royal Perth hospital' have murdered him because he is called Amir in his homeland, Afghanistan. Tonight I have come to my friends place to stay over but my Tamikah will not sleep with me so I'm on the couch writing this. Have a safe day, Love.

Blast!

A few days ago I felt a blast then heard one and nobody has told me what it was. I have overheard that it was parliament house being demolished but when I asked somebody about it I got the impression that I should not ask about it. And I was told it never happened. I am in Western Australia. Today was odd. While at the home of one of my lovers I recieved the impression that one of my friends had been murdered. And later my lover served me food with red streaks in it. I hope I am paranoid and wrong about this but she may have served me his blood. I can't tell anyone but my blog lets me tell everyone. I really feel sick. Love

Hi

Today there was a residents meeting at the homeless shelter I live in and some guy told me heard music in his head and it wouldn't go away and that the doctors couldn't explain it and would I mind trying to find out about it online. So I found out it's called musicalhallucinosis and he needs 5 mg Aricept at night.

Well I woke up today refreshed. I slept at home last night after a few drinks at a friends place. I was shown a cartoon on youtube called "The Sad Teddy". I think the youtube channel is called AustralieRepublique. It was so funny. I dreamed the world changed because of that poor sad teddy. I'm having some drinks again later. At present on another computer I am downloading 22 Astrophysics lectures from Yale university using itunes u. They are free! But it takes a while to download them all at 0.4 MB per sec. Oh well, I better log off, my friend and I are angling toward having a child together. I better sms back...

What a great day I've had.  I woke up at Hermanna's and she left for lunch at Perth's only casino. I came home to Ngulla Mia and had lunch then I went to visit my friend Tamika in hospital. Now I am at Ngulla Mia waiting for dinner. Later I will have a glass of beer at Hermanna's and then a good long sleep. Have a great day everyone!

I checked an Old Norse dictionary. The word I wanted was not there. I'll try a Scottish dictionary. Hermanna has woken and made me a coffee. Not much else has happened here. The Space Shuttle Endeavour has made some low flights over Californian landmarks in front of spectators on her way to her resting place in a museum. I'd love to go flying in that machine.

Good morning! It's quiet here at Hermanna's, she is asleep and there is no traffic outside. The only sounds are the wind in the trees and newsradio's Saturday morning programming. I like newsradio it's not as dumb as some other radio stations. The steamboat Castella based in Hobart turns 100 today and is Australia's oldest licensed ferry. A barrel of oil costs $117 US.  A few nights ago I was awake late and tried getting a beer in Northbridge but everywhere was closed. Last night I soothed the hurt that caused me by buying a bottle of beer from the local shop here. I really enjoyed having a glass of beer and a few pipes of cannabis while my best mate Kate set up an Internet dating website profile for me. I like adult humans of the opposite gender to me and I never get a fuck so Kate who is so dear to me is trying to help. Hi Kate! I know you're reading this! I live in Perth which is named after a town in Scotland. In 1266 the Treaty of Perth was signed and the Norse agreed to leave most of Scotland in return for money. (A random fact for you.) Perth is a word that comes from the Old Norse language that the Vikings spoke. The University of Western Australia does not have a English/Old Norse Dictionary but does have an English/Old Icelandic dictionary which should allow me to conclude my research into the meaning of the word Perth. Iceland was settled by Vikings so Old Icelandic is really Old Norse. Now I'm curious about the period in Iceland between Viking expansion and Columbus's expedition west to the America's. Were they cut off from Europe? I'll try and find out. Ok, signing off, research to do.

I woke up this morning at my friend's place. I suppose I should introduce her. Her name is Hermanna and she is 56 years old. I guess you could say she is retired since she will probably not work again. She lives in a 2 bedroom flat a ten minute train ride from my current lodgings. When I awoke this morning she was gone already, headed out to get a facial. I guess she worries about wrinkles. I made a coffee and smoked some pot and cigarettes while listening to some music I had stored on my phone. After getting dressed I went to the train station and the train soon took me home. I had trouble walking as my new shoes seem to hurt my feet a little. About my home. I am staying at a mental health recovery centre that runs a 12 month program intended to promote recovery from schizophrenia or depression or whatever other emotional disorder one might have. I have been here 8 months. I had no idea what recovering would be like but as it has slowly begun to happen for me I must admit it is quite pleasant. So since I got home this morning I have had lunch and of course started this blog. My wonderful friend Kate was a big part of me deciding to create this blog. She suggested that I write a journal and I kept that up for the last couple of weeks but hey its 2012 and a blog is cooler than a journal. I can be really honest in what I write in this blog and remain anonymous so you can know all my secrets but you won't know who I am.