ICELAND

Car tent free camp warrior rain

VAST BEUATY glacier ripped lonly

Diareha perpetual resistant to treatment.

Gut mind disaster mood.

Go with the vicious wind..n mist n grey forceing...sp3ctral assult..relentless

N then

Skitzoid flashs of special spiritual

Smurf sunshine!

Endless purple lupins...

Dandilions...cosmic fractal moss..n crumbly grit soil.

Forward a river .bit scared..was thy deep n fast

.find abandond hot pool wot he was targetting

Some dudes flying drones in there makeing faggy trans type music vids..

Strange ol werld.

Blissed out with th matted clumps of algae

N noticed new yorkers total self centred lack of social grace.

Still i did bark

" yoos all probly pierced ya dicks together eh"

It was a joke...good one james

Break ya exhaist pipe

Entreat viking mechanic t weld the bastard together again..

Take off wire string splint.

The man said "good job"

At that.got me outta nowhere 50 k away.

Fuk i made the grade bro!

very expensive tourism island euro nice

BIG TRUCK OFFROAD DUDE

Waterfall

Time memory

Space.

Ommmmmmm

Dead artist..but kinda sim8ler to lewellen summers n henry more..that picasso kinda model.

Sigh..

Digitise my nuts big tranny kunst

Dear chum. He sits in car wind rain rageing. Makes another coffee on floor. Gas cooker. Grey torrents of sky..make gathering flocks of hundreds of geese in fjord white bobbing points...warbling incessently some big bird philosophy Or simply breakfast interrupted by god storms. I Write things about moody Hopeless deranged antivipation constructions of art career carrot stick delusions..or indeed Personality...wasted life kind of failures.. At least some Powerlessness in humble bad gut storm mind. Beyond his own myth.. And expectations Cultural scripts.. Some kinda abstract philosophical spiritual grief howl n ...purpos to make evident my own harsh judgements.. Perhaps noble truths even. Reality. Outside th ego frame.. Th elements. Still as factory farmed bacteria serfs I suppose higher nobility is not afforded apon us..all th vain postulating..hypothiseing..hmmm Pickd up a nice soft peter pan type german hitcher guy. He wasnt hitching acturally..i just anticipated he was. He woulda been. Anyway spent some time travelling together..nade a camp ate a meal Talked non stop. He was inta civilisation! Funny. As one bitchin james Reveals a optimistic one with th weather.. He isnt entirely sure th script fer canada.. For nz What real...whats not. India seems a bad dream full of angry james....i feel ashamed. 6 m9n5hs ruind by some brillient temper tantrums Not to mention my immune system. Ive has some awsome camp sites here..been able to rest read wash cloaths with sun n stream.. Stare at nature like a meditation. Even this road side one..in bad weather Some kinda beuatifull. Another diary full.. Not particularily lonly.. Just.. Morose in a ..whats all this for? This privledged escspeism where i essentially repeat th known anyway. Am i trying to de couple from my small cultural habitat mental references.. Self references Do i end up living in canada? What am i prepared to let go of? To grow To change. Do i retreat back to my comfortable ...cave..make stuff like it was my bBy..to feel constantly disapointed after by th world Others. The process emotionly with temanawa My own sence of werth with th work itself feels like a increadably painfull ordeal. I need a fucking buidcuit bitch! Get me a buiscuit! Right... Some prat has pulld inta th bay next t me They always do. If im there they copy. Its a place..to mimic if theres someone there already. Cunts. Ive no buiscuits. Only Finn crackers Spelt that way cos there finnish rye sourdough..thin crispy things. Fukin scandy middleclass cunts. Anyway I read a ray bradbury novel Fareighnheight 451 About book burning n civilisation written 70 years ago. Quite profetic. I got a fantasy new york one next..the dreaming city A cross between trainspotting n harry potter th dark knight cartoon writer says. Got a few more days burning money in iceland n being in nature and car tent. Its all a bit much Having ambition Depression N sensitive selfawareness n Addictive delusional loops.. Internationally One has t sirender Maybe its better than i suppose? Maybe i am middleclass n loved Itll all flow naturally Maybe im a outsider destind to a against th grain personality war rash with th whole bulshit ediface th whole way thru Achieveing nothing Maybe th universe is benevolent n cares Maybe its a monstrous simulation experiment from a higher dimention spiritually..ever teaseing our capacity fer... Well.. I dunno.. To die good? To become empowrred fully human transcendant masters? To give up Merge with th unknowable we are somehow born from Rain roof This is a photo from last night This other one is today. Merry xmas

Sitting in car..rain on windscreen. Pattering points in ...some incalculable hopelessly vast chaotic symphony of totally plain miricle On roof. My ears hear the vibration..of the fall Water.. Cycled Falling water Water fall Tent rain take down..efficient practiced accurate rushed. Like a dog... Shake Shake Shake The outter membrane. Flurrys fly drops skatter. Before then A actual dog Waiting for me by this waterfall rain mist green grey cold protected from wind ...burrow dip gully.. in th fold of the wet trail of river....slideing thru velvet green and broken volcanic teeth of rock. The dog Wet..young dreadlockd..at first startled me...looking only from a respectable distance...musta caught whiff of my fine foul emissions of gas from the imballance.. C DIFF anti bacterial infection of colon. Good dog. Anyway...once i realised it wasnt gunna attack me..it were just a wet lonly mamel too I thought to feed it. And could only offer butter wholemeal bread n peanut butter. Which at th car boot.. It sniffed rather non plussed n did not eat! Well...my dreadlocked friend.. Ill have to scratch yer belly then..which it procurred fer me Paws up in the air... I declined the lower portion of its body underregion..near th penis you understand We only scratched by th chest. Im never sure what a male dog wants when obedient submission poses occurr Hmm Ask a woman i suppose. I dreamed of a gay friend too Last night. Not essentially a gay dream But there were two of them. One younger...a bright achiever upstart rebel kind of art student And a older more...weatherd tired and not entirely friendly. He explained it was his former self existing similtainiously And in the dream..i could interact with both versions. ...which included a tour of a bedraggled crappy high rent student flat..with dangerous wireing..tilting floors And cold. They him n his arrogant flatmate seemd to feel lucky to score a dwelling of there own..artists being something of a refugee statis to landlords n estate agents generally. Anyway... Dream Dog And the psychic life of camping. Oh th dog slitherd away..only to run gallantly after a ute who may have been his former master.. Who knows...maybe i as intro human and random camper in nowhere Was mysteriously drawn by faerys to make this introduction again..of a lost Relationship. dog n master.