Purple Phase Initiated

Frankly some people round here could do with a good kick in the cnut. "how are you" I said to my neighbour just now. "getting there," he moaned, not even glancing up from his driveway as he scrubbed at the large again loomed across the main middle of the brand new driveway he'd rudely installed with his bare man hands, probably used to touch his wife's body parts sometime ago, when they were just sweethearts, before her hole dried up & he stated spending every moment of his weekend (and ours) on some Alan Titchmarsh-worthy quest to home-improve everything with his own vim & vigour. 

"yeah fkkku very much " I thought as he omitted to add the customery British reciprocation." I'm fkkkg fine thanks, "I thought. Then it occurred to me, he'd had a visitor who'd leaked car oil on his new, perfect driveway. I sniggered. 

Shouldn't judge really, he overcame some fkkkd up kind of cancer a few years ago, probably using the same power of will he now applies to laying his new patio the whole of the best period of the summer. Like Alma says, why spend your hard earned summer holidays laying a rock cement patio that you can't sit out on when you are free again to do so because it's sleeting? 

Anyway, each to his own & I wouldn't give a shtt if he didn't bother me about it & ironically compete with me for his wife's affections. No out of the ordinary encouragement from me, either, so good patio laying might be a superior aspect of his current portfolio of husbandry service offerings. For fkkk's sake! 

The guy must have my fkkkg beef about something. Not sure what. I better think about that one. 

My life is quite good at the moment. I'm entering a purple phase of my history. The phases of my development have been good both for me, you, and now the world. However, this one's going to really see some changes to things. 

Firstly, there's gonna be some bones broken in the metaphorical skull cavities of a few of my (and therefore God's) enemies.

The function of the Orcs will end. Education shall be returned to the true, academic kingdom. Idiots shall be expelled, and just disappear. Those who intended to harm me & mine shall join Oscar and the worms. We have a new place and a new way. 

Our "pet black room" business is thriving and we obtained corporate sponsorship from a rather reluctant academic institution benefactor of mine, dedicated to the support of the Gonzo Poetry Writers' Guild. So we'd like to say "FUVM" from all of us here at gonzo towers. Not that your Goddam cheque's cleared the bank yet, you fkkkz. 

Good I feel like is one of the best posts I ever wrote. How is it for you? 

Anyway, this whole last few months' art work (see above) had come about due to the epiphany experienced thanks to some serious life-type events that have occurred recently. Some of these have been documented here. 

It appears to me that academics in higher education institutions across the UK are being attacked by their own managers. Looking at the bad hires I made in my career, I can also say that some uni academics need a good boot up the arse. I won't point obvious fingers, tho collegial types will know who the fkkk I'm talking about... The truth will out. Maybe not. 

I love being a dad. Best job ever. Being a dad is even better than being a world recognised scholar & artist. And sexgod. 

If you are somebody whose lifelong ambition is to think for a living, smoke weed & watch TV in between long naps & bouts of compulsive eating, you'd better get the fkkk out of university teaching because those days are gone. But thanks. 

Yeah, we are upward & onward. Purple phase initiation. 

And btw : if you have anything you'd like to say about me, my political views, my professional conduct, my blogging or writing then prepare to get yourself sued,  along with the others. Payback time. 

How's it going with you? I'm just acting out, because I know you're reading this. 

I'M ENJOYING MYSELF.