What a night last night. Yesterday I consumed Kava, I didn't drink it, the government doesn't let me import it. No, I swallowed Kava tablets, too many, and it made me drunk. But then I couldn't sleep all night. I had the radio on, Newsradio, and the news was on all night. I'm still not sure whether I was dozing and half dreaming but I remember hearing that the mass murderer who poses as the West Australian Government leader, his name is Colin Burnett, I heard that he had been killed by a bomb. In itself this could be considered some sort of accident, he is very clumsy and stupid, but somehow it seemed that for some reason I myself was somehow being blamed for his stupidity! Gee why on Earth would I want some Nazi Party, I mean Liberal Party criminally insane low IQ thug of a mass murderer killed by a bomb? Sure a trial and execution would make sense but a BOMB!? I don't really like them much I mean sure explosives have a purpose like in mining, you know blasting a pit-mine deeper but how can he be forced to confess before a judge when a bomb has killed him? I suspect that perhaps his drug dealer bosses may be Al Qaeda and wanted him dead so he couldn't testify against them at his trial. And what is with me getting the blame? Did I somehow quickly rush off to Perth, set off a bomb, something I don't like at all, and then quickly rush back to Salisbury, on foot? A 6000  kilometre round trip? In the blink of an eye? No, no. Far more likely is that I was still drunk on the Kava and imagined the news reports. After all, political enemies of mine have said for years that everything I think and know and perceive is fictional and false, plus I've even been falsely imprisoned and heavily sedated and suffered a dozen or so execution attempts. So I guess I must say with all certainty; Kava, Kava, Kava, Kava, Kava, Kava!!

Adelaide;

I've been living in South Australia since the middle of January however I was back in Perth for two weeks about a month ago.  I'm renting a two bedroom unit in Salisbury, which is a 20 minute train ride from Adelaide. I can walk to Salisbury town centre in ten minutes which is very convenient since I don't drive a car. When I came back from Perth recently my Perth friend was on the same flight and has moved close by here in Salisbury, I was over there earlier today having dinner. Aside from her and her sister I don't know anyone in South Australia. What I have noticed about the people over here is that the women are really nice! I haven't really chatted with any of them yet but there is definitely something about them that I really like. Everywhere I go in Adelaide the women seem so much nicer than the women in Perth. Their totally different attitude is part of it, also they appear so much more intelligent and are also free with their warm love, unlike Perth women. I'm desperately in need of a girlfriend/lover and know it may be hard for me to find one yet I still feel loved because the women here are so nice.

I went to my 2:30 appointment at Perth Inner City Mental Health clinic today. After talking for an hour I was given a pamphlet with telephone numbers of emergency shelters. After that I was given an injection of medicine mixed with hand cream. The hand cream was put in the syringe because I am a member of the Australian Labor Party and the Irish Protestant nurse was a stupid murderer. Due to my survival and need for milk to make coffee I went back to the city in the evening. It was amusing, I was considered famous by some of the people going about their business. Others commented on how tough I was, even my Mum was mentioned, apparently my calling her and telling her about the assassination attempt was found amusing. I have a splitting headache and want to vomit and am not sure if I will survive till morning but I have high hopes. Even if I do die in my sleep then I can still pretend to be an air plane and what better place is there to do that than heaven?

I'm in Perth. Hermanna has room for my suitcase till March. I want to continue my study at the University of Western Australia but if I can't find a bed in Perth I will follow her to Adelaide. Maybe mid-year I'll be able to study at a University there. I feel recovered from mental illness and have been eating a spoon of shilajit every morning. It tastes like a cross between soy sauce and vegemite and has a good medicinal reputation. I am under pressure to find housing for myself and my income is too low to afford rent. I can always pretend I am an airplane.

Free at last

I have left Western Australia and have made it safely to Adelaide. I am feeling like a new person that is free. Here I can be myself. Perth is full of childish bullying cowards that believe having an IQ that is above about 50 or 60 means you have no right to live. I could not secure housing anywhere in Perth and my 12 month stay at the homeless shelter was over. Rather than be murdered as I slept on the sidewalk or in a park I have come to Adelaide. Adelaide is wonderful. Perth is a pit of despair where living is overpriced and miserable if you can afford it. Western Australia is beautiful and truly deserves much better than the current regime. 100,000 people live in Perth, Westralia's capital. To prevent an attack from the sea Australia claims there are 2 million people in Perth however there are not 2 million people stupid enough to do so. On a French language map of the world Perth is spelt Perv. Perv. A person born in Perv is a 'pervert' and this word entered the English language. If you check an English language dictionary a pervert is a sexually abnormal person. Perverse means obstinately or willfully or unreasonably or blindly or unaccountably wrong. Like most Perth people. Western Australia was colonised by French settlers in 1780. In 1829 British colonists moved in, and, to legitimize the subsequent British annexation of the Western half of the continent they claimed themselves to be the first Europeans to settle the area. In order to prevent this lie being discovered the French settlers were massacred. This has been a sore point in Anglo-French relations ever since. The French People wish for Western Australia to be formally handed back to them. That is civil. If it was up to me then I would detonate multiple nuclear explosives in the ocean nearby causing a huge ocean surge which would wipe Perth/Perv away like the hand of God himself. They just won't stop lying! In 1967 they were forced to admit the existence of the supercool natives, until then they believed that they would be able to massacre all of them and pretend that they were never there. Like they did to the French settlers. Even today the ill-bred whites there pretend the natives don't exist. The whites think it is ok to pretend the natives are not there making it hard for the natives to cross a busy road. France must try and understand that Western Australia is theirs and that letting the Australian Liberal Party run what is effectively a Nazi Regime is simply not acceptable. Yes France has the right to stop these Liberal Party Nazis but it is also France's DUTY to stop them and it is simply not acceptable to allow them to go unpunished. 

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.