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.