Friday, June 30, 2006


No More Porn King

Well this is almost it, no more porn star for me, i found Jesus. i have two more gigs booked, then that is it, don't call me - i'll be hangin' wit ma saviour.
i have had an interesting time being a porn pimp for the far less interesting. So interesting in fact, that i thought its passing deserved a blog entry.
i may have been wrong. From a retail perspective the trade of pornographic material is perfectly harmless, you want to buy - i want to sell. From the perspective of the people who produced this design, xxxchurch, it is something inherently evil. The truth, as always, lies somewhere in between. i am of course half libran, which may explain my ability to sit on the fence or be evidence of some sort of subconscious psychosis. See what i mean, i can't help myself sometimes.
i digress. me, i don't actually care. i just do not understand, the blind consuption of most of these pointless products simply upon my say so. Retail is a reflection of 'what people want', as we would be led to believe by retailers. This is only half true, being that it is a fluxing communication between individual customers and clerks, clerks and inventory, inventory and finance, finance and finally management - there are are just too many steps for it to reflect anything in any real time terms. The individual 'people' are so far removed from this complicated process devised by accountants, that there is nothing left by the time it (whatever it was) reaches management. Accountants, who incidently utter the phrase '666' an awful lot in thier life times. i think i have uttered enough on this topic.

A thank you to Fergal, the CowboyLovePirate.

Sunday, June 25, 2006


am i allowed to drunkinlie from the distance of before i am presant as a party is unfolding before i was presant before i am was before is..

interupted. claims of gobbledgook. kissing behind me. well, hello. goodbye.

there could be some problem. namely no inherient view as to any reason and certainly no porpose. a few dogs and a cat away.

well in another time i'm sure of more interest.

Tuesday, June 13, 2006

photographic proof of john douglas travelling:

playing pool, drunk in adelaide, wearing a balaclava, with a death metal band on stage in background:



the transit truck just outside alice springs at the cannonball run memorial:



that will do.
Expectantly Awaiting My Own Arrival

This is a curious feature of the john douglas experience. Questions swirl about a schizophrenic consciousness split by space and time, questions for the most part arrising from the impending arrival of the other half of my own psyche. Imagine waiting for half your mind to turn up in the post - like a mail order encyclopedia which decided to order and deliver itself.

i am simultaneously in motion and stationary.

There is no question that i, john douglas, exist - these ramblings and images are evidence of that. However, the questions which swirl about like insecure vultures do have some bearing on my continued existence. What will have become of the dialogue i have had with myself? Will i be happy where i am? How will my friends and i get along? Will i have grown a beard in my travels and/or procrastination? (i have an inherent distrust of beards which requires no explanation).

i'm sure john and douglas will be fine, but wish me luck anyway.

Monday, June 12, 2006

horah!

coober pedy, an ants nest of an opal town in south australia, or i assume it is, have yet to have a look around.

yesterdays drive with three hours sleep and a hang over that would make a duck dry, from adelaide, was a killer.

(note formation due to credit limit)

the truck is still rolling, now we're really moving. solar power helped us out for a long way until we found a new alternator. only got about 80km that day. 20min drive then the electric fuel pump drained the battery. wait a couple of hours for the solar panel to recharge the battery, then another 20min. cheers of excitement, followed by swearing when the engine would die again.

who really needs road service insurance when john is capt'n of the boat.

4000000m was just an over estimate, found many a different distance estimate. 3700000m is more accurate, however we have gotten lost a fair number of times, the only way i will. (belive it, on a strait road)

photos will follow if i find something other than a terminal in a truckstop.

Tuesday, June 06, 2006

a day arrived when...



"Hello, sorry i can't answer the phone right now as i'm off for a bit of a four million metre excursion. Please leave a message after the tone."


Beep.

Thursday, June 01, 2006

Doppelgänger


I've finished my employment on a new moon. The world, as i know it, is vanishing before my eyes, one day at a time. Procrastination makes it easier. The end of this time, as scheduled as the day we depart (06/06/06), becomes more intense, the more i prepare for it. While the stronger the procrastination, the more at ease i feel in the fog of this departure. hanging in a cafe/bar, on a street with the name of another street from a thousand suburbs, has softened my life into a breeze and continues to do so.

Coming our way in June: Two balaclava wearing men driving a black ex postie transit van (falcon running gear), along the Stuart highway, with the doors open and of course the music of various testosterone thundering instruments recorded and duplicated at high volume.

These men could be John Douglas or not.

(special mention for the unofficial sponsors of this trip. Mountain Goat)