Nov 10

Jack Kerouac, Bob Dylan and all the way back to existentialism

Its a long road from the The Hikers Rest to reality. Taxi drivers lose their way and never come back but ours stood firm and showed us the light.

I’ve seen things you people wouldn’t believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears…in…rain. Time to die.

Zebra stood firm, brutaly strong in front of weakness. He killed his opponent, a weak man who couldn’t be expected to withstand the onslaught he faced, pity.

6fish, still stumbling in the dark, attacked and attacked but fate said no. Not yet, you must humble yourself before the pool god just a little bit longer.

Mr Angry, fierce and wonderful goes into battle but no, destruction awaits.

The toddler, yes, lucky toddler, plays and plays until his opponent doesn’t know which way is up and bam, falls in front of the alter that is toddler.

And so we come to Bitcoin although by now he is renamed scalphunter. Down to a final frame decider he treats us to an awesome display of counter pool. Nothing right about contantly taking the wrong shot always succeeding, relentless in his destruction of his opponent. Victory!

But, all this, is nothing, compared to Brighton. Sometimes Brighton sings, like the gods on high and tonight was one of those occasions. You’ll never walk alone was the start and there was much between but the contract was sealed with Bob Dylan, The times they are a changin.

I’ve seen your world Jack, I’m never coming back.