Gunner Milligan: 1918 - 2002 R.I.P


Rollo

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Rollo

I need to brush my teeth

"You know," I tell them, "I used to have a dog. Her name was Bailey, Bailey the Beagle. I came home one day to find that Dave and the others had shaved her, shaved her completely bald. She looked like she was made of uncooked bacon. Shit. I'd forgotten about all that. I feel sick." I say, really, really feeling like I am about to vomit.

"They shaved your dog?!" Says Jame, eyes wide.

"They shaved my dog."

But the story didn't end there. Bailey got ill, caught a cold I guess. I left the heating on, and leave her in the midst of extra blankets and stuff, guessing it was just a case of waiting for her fur to grow back.

A couple of days later I came home earlier than usual, to find that they had let Bailey out, into the kitchen. On a low heat. In the oven.

I got her out. She was still alive. She died about an hour later. I think it was the shock that killed her. No one said anything.



Rollo

More enlightened lesbian connections?

“My close encounter experiences were sexually unmooring, in powerful and deeply good ways. I felt every kind of sexuality at once with the visitors. There are no heterosexuals or homosexuals among them, any more than there really are among us. Real sexuality is at once objective and extraordinarily exciting, universal and so intimate that it exposes secrets deeper than knowledge. At this level of delight, there is no gender.” Whitley Strieber, [inteview for LesbiaNation], writer of The Hunger, is a former student of the American Gurdjieff school, and life-long practitioner of his teachings.

I have no idea what it is, but I like it.

Rollo

"When the world falls apart, some things stay in place."

"When all the love songs that you sent... were never meant... what does that mean? Can you explain that to me?"

Going to sort out the sound side of things if and when they sort this site transfer out [one month later it still has not been sorted out]. Sorry for the lack of updates. Attempting to take stock of what I've spewed out this month. Currently glued to the pages of William Patrick Patterson's "Ladies of The Rope": it's about a group of G.I.Gurdjieff's pupils: an ultra-cool group of self aware, stylish, cross-dressing, beautiful lesbians . Sounds like an Invisibles cell doesn't it? This book has it all: philosophy, food, lesbianism, poetry and adventure. Perfection. We simply don't have heroes and heroines like these anymore. None that get any kind of exposure anyway.

This blog dedicated to Vita [one of the very, very few intelligent people I know]: we demand that you take a holiday and we love you lots. Please don't die... staying up late in your honour.

"No more heroes anymore... No more heroes anymore"

Rollo; full of love and rusted like a coiled-too-long spring.