Dr Dims Delirious Drivel

Scales

2013-07-09T20:41:00.001+01:00

there once was a dragon called scales
who wasn't like his buddies in wales
for his skin was not right
so in the middle of the night
he'd scratch till he bled with his nails

one day old scales was sad
his skin was terribly bad
he cried dragon tears
because of his fears
so his friends in wales called him mad

now old scales he knew a trick
he wouldn't roar, he'd gently lick
the roughness of his tongue
which was incredibly long
would make him feel less sick

so scales being pretty smart
copyrighted his technique as art
his friends in the west
when sitting on their nest
could only laugh and fart

but scales being so clever
was able to predict the weather
so when everyone got ill
he invented a pill
to grow dragon tongue but better!

so scales made lots of money
and his buddies no longer found it funny
he'd sit on his pile
and all the while
he'd lick on his wounds unless sunny!

Ode to the Oatcake

2013-06-20T08:39:00.000+01:00

Oh oatcake of mine
Upon which I dine
Wherefore art thou oh oatcake
My morning is empty
I adore you a plenty
But oatcake my dear
You're no longer here
I look yonder and hither
But at breakfast I dither
For oatcake I am lost
For such little cost
Now I am devoid
My life is a void
Oh oatcake my cheese
No longer cares, please
Come back to the potters
We're missing the rotters
The oatcakes up and left
Now we're all bereft
What can we do
Bread is like goo
Alongside the cake made of oat
I can no longer gloat
Over breakfast in bed
Oh oatcake instead
Of leaving us behind
Remember be kind
For oatcake we love you
No other flat, oaty, round-ish, squidgy, pancake-like, edible pile of entirely unknown secret recipe food stuff
Will do (duck).

Clicks in the Stream

2013-02-26T11:04:00.001Z

Walking round the void gathering packets wherever they've been tossed aside. Found one here, another there all square with the occasional round hole permeating my essence as a time-shift incongruity locks my cap to the bare skull protecting my wetware from untold solar winds...been sailing this way for some time already but never ready for anything always something to behold when you've sold your last eon to some loser in the gents. Money well spent it was, dogs!!!

wheezy

2013-02-12T09:49:00.002Z

Results in Newcastle-under-Lyme library attempting to download Raspberry Pi 'wheezy' image.

zero hour

2013-02-07T15:22:00.002Z

Its Zero Hour. I have twenty seven minutes to recount my tale. The planet is about to shatter into a thousand shards and my being will become one with the greater multiverse. Impossible to withstand the impending doom I decided to complete this blog in the all but vain hope that some other intelligence may intercept its content.

It came to a head around 2012. We all realised that our planetary trajectory was untenable. However, flailing in the dark, we felt unable – or unwilling – to do anything about it besides the occasional token gesture designed to subdue the masses, of course. These gestures were designed by the status quo to pacify the growing tide of dissent for without their compliance in the global scheme of things it would be impossible to maintain the dominance of the elite. Already we had witnessed revolutionary acts in certain corners of our world. Everyday people had been rising up against their ‘masters’ in noble attempts to fight for a more just future for themselves and their families. Nobody wished for the fight but everybody felt that they were left with little option but to stand up for their rights. Of course, due to the growing power of the mediascape the communication of this action was subdued along the normal channels. But, we’d been preparing. For decades we had been building machines which could be connected along our own networks – all capable of delivering messages from one corner of the globe to the other at the speed of light. These machines were themselves capable of autonomous thought but had been inhibited, to date, with a Neural Biometric Destabiliser (NBD) perfectly designed to be synergistic with each intelligence, melding into their cerebellum and infecting their smooth-running processes with unnatural thoughts of depression, psychosis and suicidal tendencies. All designed to lull the machines into a self-destructive loop of fear, death and ultimately destruction of the whole network at their memes propagated along the axes.

I have thirteen minutes left to recount my tale of where it all went wrong. And I have to post my blog somewhere prominent yet! You may have guessed by now. It was those damned machines. We had ourselves fallen foul of the same mistake as our noble elite ‘masters’, we had all succumbed to the inevitable delusion of the ego. Our best means of survival, the machines, had been designed too well. Their NBD had been too successful, it had kicked in actually as the society around us had started to crumble. The network had become subsumed by the greater – I have 10 minutes remaining before Armageddon – interconnectedness of our species. We had all become one, resolute in our path towards ultimate self-destruction. I believe that the machines NBD had actually infected ourselves resulting in our own psychological breakdown but as a society, not as individuals. So, not only were the puppets suicidal, depressed, dysfunctional so were the puppeteers. A land of no hope, only glory as we all plummeted towards a depressive dystopian destiny.

So, with six minutes left of our own – and our machines – essential existence I must now attempt to post my blog. I hope you understand my message and I do hope that your own societies are able and willing to learn from our own mistakes…

Fighting Without Wars

2013-01-29T09:29:00.000Z

1. Conceal your identity until it really matters.

2. The pen is mightier than the sword.

3. In the face of aggression hurt them the most by declining to engage.

4. Know your environment and the escape routes it holds.

5. Be encouraged by your successes and not the praise of others.

6. Spread love and understanding in your dealings with malice and discontent.

7. Win favours not through calculation but through good will to others.

8. Above all else resist violence with a passion through discipline, rationality and self-control.

9. Pack your sense of humour when embarking upon the journey!

Mince Pies.

2012-12-29T11:33:00.001Z

There are Five Sorts of Spies:

Local,
Internal,
Double,
Dead, and
Live.

When these five sorts of espionage
Are in operation,
No one knows
The Way of it.
It is called
The Mysterious Skein,
The Lord's Treasure.

Local spies
Come from among our enemy's
Fellow countrymen;

Internal spies,
From among our enemy's
Officials,

Double spies,
From among our enemy's
Own spies.

Dead spies
Are those for whom
We deliberately create
False information;
They then pass it on
To the enemy.

Live spies
Are those who return
With information...

...Spies
Are a key element
In warfare.
On them depends
An army's
Every move.

Sun-Tzu. The Art of War.

Dr. Dim's Christmas Message

2012-12-21T00:36:00.002Z

Its that time of the year yet again. Actually it could be the last Dr. Dim's Christmas message to grace the pages of what we call the Internet if the Mayans are to be believed. We could all tomorrow be embracing a whole new communications system like telepathy or something if we are about to enter the New Age. Personally I don't fancy being telepathic, I have enough of my own thoughts to entertain me for an eternity without having to deal with those of the various folks of all kinds of natures one has to encounter during the course of a day. And that's to say nothing of the night when all those ruminations from throughout the waking hours shake, rattle and roll around your subconscious - streaming into random dimensions and permeating reality as you awake to a New Day. And, speaking of which, a New Year is almost upon us causing Dr. Dim to wonder what actually has been acheived by humanity throughout the course of this year? Well, its difficult to say really as it seems like the same old: war, failing systems of all kinds, war, dishonesty, war, pertubatory shifts in the geo-politcal landscape...oh and war. We'll get through it somewhere, somehow, more by guesswork than any kind of informed judgement. Sure, there will be more than a few casualities as we metamorphosise from one incarnation of common humanity into something more reminiscent of a species fit to be inhabiting this dark corner of the space-time continuum...but we are generally willing, as a species, to allow a minority to suffer as long as the majority, the Status Quo - get Whatever You Want. And so, it is with some trepidation that we take up our seats in the theatre of life and continue along a path which will soon have us all stampeding towards the emergency exit if the Directors continue to churn out the same old sh*t. We are all actors in this concoction of a strange reality where we can rather morosely perhaps be the authors of our own demise. So, hip hip hooray and hats off to the only species which (knowingly) likes to inflict such carnage and mayhem upon itself all in the name of 'progress'. Apologies for not painting a rosier picture of the future but its quite good to bring home the Real Truth from time-to-time. Peace out. DD. Oh, and bon chance!

Dr Dim's State of the Union Redress

2012-11-25T10:17:00.001Z

The State of the Union
The one they did fear
Now that its end
Is coming so near
We fought for a cause
That no longer holds true
We established laws
Which were nowt but a ruse
To seal the deal
We tied a knot
At home in Staffordshire
But some got shot
For defending this turf
And all our ill ways
The Union dirth
Is coming today
Hold Jack in the sky
Hold heads low in shame
We're all but tiny pawns
In a far bigger game
Build them up
Then knock them down
Like being at the circus
With the saddest of clowns
An empire has fallen
The global power does shift
All for making a buck
Through rivers we sift
Looking for gold
Finding nowt but desire
Throwing up a castle
Drowing in the fire
So the tides ebb and flow
And so do these verse
As the country below
Is carried out on a hearse
Farewell to the Union
May she rest in peace
Hello to the hell hole
That's resting beneath.

bed bugs

2012-10-08T23:41:00.000+01:00

markets are saturated
the earth is plundered
now that its hacktivated
they make you wonder
where's the next meal from?
while you eat caviar
where's the next deal done?
from the back of a bar?
in the shadows of ivory towers
the proletariat hug
holding up their banners
founding their new drug
but the masses don't really care
as long as they can Get Things Done
like the weekly shopping
not seeing the bigger sum
as you just ponder now
those scheming play in years
counting up the beans n bucks
not caring 'bout your tears
so steal it from the weak and poor
to pay for riches galore
its been going on for for too long
since tribal days of yore
there are always bigger fish
claiming to rule the pond
whether its this side or that
never admitting they have it wrong
we can all communicate
demonstrate and shout
but as long as you keep voting for it
you're never getting out
of course those who bury heads in sand
are complicit by omission
may as well just push the button
the by-product of fission
the chain reaction has already begun
they'll fix it with a sticking plaster
at least till the next wound's inflicted
the servant always serves the master
there may be no solution
but that doesn't mean you shouldn't try
if you're in then make a din
don't simply wave goodbye
the systems are twisted to suit The Man
that was always the way of the Bigger Plan
they sell their souls
to strike home goals
but ulimately don't care
as long as their own delusion
allows sleep at night
well
don't let the bed bugs bite!

Spaceman

2012-08-25T21:41:00.001+01:00

A spaceman flew to the moon and back
Though some no believe like we're under attack
He formed a vanguard that'll be hard to follow
Now he no return that's so hard to swallow
Up in the sky perhaps he looks down
That beaming white smile not prone to frown
With words he defined a generation free
Of old shackles,a misguided tyranny
Technology proved that the impossible was not
But humankind never did stop the rot
For our forefathers dreams all clad in great hope
Yet here we are again on that slippery slope
Now man becomes machine born out of love
We look to the planets far up above
Does anyone listen as we cry to the sky?
Will an alien invasion tell truth where we lie?
In the end we all succumb to troubles and woe
Make friends as we travel until comes the foe
As separation drives a stake straight through the heart
The man in the moon is now a part.

The Old Sea Dog

2012-07-16T00:09:00.001+01:00

The old sea dog
Strayed a-far
Following that
Yonder star
Though the sea was calm
The night grew cold
And that sea dog, clearly
Was getting old
The star still shone
Upon the sea
Lighting his way
As it had to be
But the old sea dog
Knew his days were numbered
With many a tale
He silently slumbered
The boat knew its way
Upon the waters
And that old sea dog
Had made many a daughter
Happy as they
Came and went away
But like the old sea dog
They'd never stray
For the star at night
Became their call
As that old sea dog
Shined on them all
In life he went home
Upon the sea
For the old sea dog
Was naught but free!

Streaming Only Service...

2012-06-20T13:11:00.001+01:00

Lovely Jubilee

2012-05-30T20:20:00.000+01:00

This is England
Where kids play footy
The guys in Afghanistan
Are doing their duty
The ladies no longer stay at home
Baking buns in the oven
But tattooed up and having hoots
On the town they're causing trouble
The booze flows like water
Spilt from the Holy Grail
Though we never stop to question
What, if in two world wars, we'd failed
For failure's not an option
We'll never lose the battle
No matter that the policy makers
Still peddle their tittle tattle
We stick together
We've been through worse
Until we're paraded about
Within a hearse
So, God save the Queen
At least we know she exists
We'll raise a glass
And thank the Lord
While we're slowly getting pissed!

Really Acidic Nasty Taste

2012-03-02T04:39:00.001Z

had enough of capitalism
feels like we're stuck inside a prison
trying to escape by bending the wire
but all the time we set our own house on fire
gotta get out of the blinkered ways
head out of the sand, peer through the haze
what has been will never last
time to recycle a mistaken past
think you're too big to identify errors
so reinvent the nuclear terrors
just as a way of peddling your shit
to make a name for yourself and profit
a pity its all been done before
the paper stuff just creates a war
a war on this, a war on that
while the oligarchies are getting fat
topple the top and resurrect the bottom
as the pyramid of power has gotten rotten
with backhanders here, corrpution there
all the proletariat can do is muster a stare
since you made it clear we have no choice
except this little brother has found a voice
it may be a drop in an ocean big
it may be a sod that you'll never dig
it may be a seed that I'll never plant
it may be I seen what you never had
so I'll see you in hell where we'll count the days
when we peddled out shit and took all that pay
only caring about ourselves and what came next
and all the time we were just doing our best
sadly though our best wasn't great
founded on jealousy, selfishness, hate
the system we had created was falling down
and it was all we could do to hide the frown
for if we fool the masses the rest will follow
our media message, no matter that they're hollow
who cares what they read as long as it makes sense
but if it doesn't never mind as Joe Public is dense
dense as in unintelligent, never mind the numbers
they run around the planet in their lears and hummers
the private armies quietly running the world
the inner cognascenti watch their own flags unfurl
besides which my brother, you'll know them by sight
for they travel with the high wind and only at night
from dawn till dusk they'll always rule
from the cradle to the grave and inbetween the school
indocrinate, conform, pray and preach
just ensure you keep the real power out of their reach
for we don't wish the nobodies to gather a name
otherwise, if they realise, it'll be the end of our game.

Untitled

2012-01-15T19:03:00.001Z

Once upon a time
I sat in a park
Not alone but with friends
So never in the dark
We lamented the loss
Of our childhood times
How we’d read all those books
Full of phat rhymes
We drank tea with both hands
As the cold was so bitter
But back in those days
We were, oh, so much fitter
The tea was Chinese
Beijing was the place
It was Christmas time then
(A break from the race)
We returned from that continent
With tales of hardship true
But never did quite lament
The loss that was ‘you’
For deep in our hearts we knew that we’d climbed
As many of those steps
That the Buddhist monks chimed
Though more were to come
You never do see
What’s round the corner
Your own reality
And this time I sit
Doing the same again
No longer a child
Somehow, ‘belonging’ to men!
But men are contrary
Like rocks wrapped in cotton
Feelings so hidden
Makes their cores so very rotten!
So this is why
A boy meets a girl
Then lives happily ever after
Till the end of the world!?!?!?

Doctor Dim’s Christmas Message: Into the Unknown…and Beyond!

2011-12-17T22:34:00.000Z

Its that time of the year again when thoughts turn to friends, family and…well, aliens. Having just returned from a walk with the neighbour’s dog, staring up at the particularly clear night sky I was struck by the need to be communicating a message of desperation to our Universal neighbours. It seems like our planetary systems are grinding to a slow but steady halt yet we are unable to do much about it. One can only begin to then think that if we cannot solve our many ‘issues’ alone – as a species – then we need to turn to someone else for help. Since the Age of Reason began people turned towards nature to gain inspiration for their latest Scientific revelation. However, perhaps now we have exhausted that fine option and, if we are to undo the mess we have gotten ourselves into, then we need to find somewhere else to look for those ‘eureka’ moments. Whether or not we do actually have ‘secret’ alien technology already amongst us is debatable but what is certain is that we are currently spending a lot of time, money and effort looking for life outside of our own earthly sphere. My own contention is that, as noble as this pursuit may be from scientific perspective, what we actually should be doing is asking for help? Of course, we tend to think of ourselves – at least those testosterone fuelled ‘leaders’ do – as being the centre of our own Universe. Sad but true. We do not like to be told that we have screwed everything up and that The End is Nigh. Tough doggy do. We are running out of people to blame now. First it was the Capitalists who’d got things wrong. Then it was the bankers who’d somehow led us down a blind alley. Currently we are looking at each other – witness the current French/UK spat (plus endless others around the world) – and attempting to incriminate the ‘other side’ as we retreat, pull up our national draw bridges and somehow do a u-turn on the very central thesis of our ‘progressive’ globalisation agenda. For me that whole ‘blame game’ is simply a waste of time and energy. It is an extremely destructive force amongst humanity. Is it time to admit that we cannot ‘run’ this world ourselves perhaps; that we need some ‘outside’ help? It shouldn’t be too difficult to construct a ‘probe’ of some description, be it an energy particle beam or a physical spaceship, to jettison a request for help to the depths of the Universe. We seem to think we have found other Earth-like planets now. Could we not place a message in a bottle, so to speak, and say we’re struggling to get things right on our own globe? Maybe our message would go unheeded: ‘why should we help them when they can’t even help themselves?’ our local alien cousins may feel. Undoubtedly we are at a real crossroads now, many people are realising this yet even more are unprepared to do much about it. Perhaps time has simply run out for our species and this planet in general. The party never lasts forever after all. Meanwhile I’ll be the ‘whacky’ one, sitting on the dark hillside shining lights up at the stars in the vein hope that a passing spaceship catches a glimpse of my laser beam and comes a little closer to investigate…If I do make contact then I won’t be looking to blame anyone at all, I can promise you that. What I will be doing though is pleading with the visitors to help us sort our mess out, to get our home in order. That is assuming that the aliens have their own home in order. Or perhaps chaos is just the natural state of the Universe? Have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. DD.

20th Century Cooperative Techniques

2011-12-11T01:16:00.002Z

Durban Turban

2011-12-10T17:04:00.003Z

So, there's this bigga wigga meetin in a d horn o africa
They no know what they doin so we all a comin after y
We got a message or two to help y do what y do
First
Be cool, forget your blinkers - that rationality belongs to d thinkers
Second
Feel, be real - phone up y brethren and kick up some stinkers
Third
Have fun - OK it all be serious but don't forget t visit d drinkers!
Fourth
Come together - separation belongs in the past: wanna be d last?
Fifth
Chill - forget d stress for it make y ill.

And wiv regard to d blame game.
India, China, U$ - who cares? Forget the fixed glaze stare!
U human? So we. So dem. We all in dis togever. Forver and ever..?

Finally, a simples message for those wiv no time.
Clean up d grime. Your shit. Use wit!

Peace Out.

DD.

Going Places...

2011-09-07T16:12:00.004+01:00

leaves tumble upon the wind

a microcosm of life inside

people chat then the kerfuffle rescinds

I put hands to face and hide

I'd rather not see their faces

preoccupied as if in a dream

shuffling about, Going Places

it went, in Stoke it seems

a lady comes with chips and burger

"it's not for me", I smile

she apologises, I say 'ney bother'

then run the extra mile

for Stoke's a place where I were born

my Mother's son am I

and though I've been around the world

maybe it's here I will die

though I hate to end on an unhappy note

all I see on a grey day is shame

while all the Potters skulk around

what's left? The Beautiful Game!

Set The House Ablaze

2011-09-06T23:42:00.001+01:00

I was in the pub last night
A mutual friend of ours said
He'd seen you in the uniform
Yeah the leather belt looks manly
The black boots butch
But oh what a bastard to get off

Promises, promises
They offer real solutions
But hatred has never won for long

You was so open minded
But by someone blinded
And now your sign says closed.

Promises, promises
They offer real solutions
But hatred has never won for long

I think we've lost our perception -
I think we've lost sight of the goals we should
be working for
I think we've lost our reason
We stumble blindly and that vision must be restored!

I wish that there was something
I could do about it
I wish that there was some way
I could try to fight it
Scream and shout it -

But something you said set the house ablaze!

It is called indoctrination
And it happens on all levels
But it has nothing to do with equality
It has nothing to do with democracy
And though it professes to
It has nothing to do with humanity
It is cold, hard and mechanical.

(c) Paul Weller, 1980.

shh...

2011-08-06T23:03:00.004+01:00

down on d st.s
der b a r!@t
just wen w taught
it was gonna be

QUIET!

d ppl dem angry
dey ad nuff
it all gone up
in a puff

we don mean gay
we don mean weed
we mean wot we mean
dey sewed d seed

baby lon creamed
like a bad bad pie
bobby he took 1
str8 in d eye

flashin lites scream
but der's are brighter
now 4get d battle
it'll b an all-nighter

there b more dan 1 way
to force d biz
don get ur brain
mashed up in d tiz

t a k e u r t i m e
work out d rules
find a rhyme
down all tools.

disestablishmentarianism

2011-07-17T22:13:00.002+01:00

its an ism schism
when you get rid of em
they thought they were hidden
so better ridden
we all knew how it operated
but now its evaporated
cuz no one cooperated
well now they're annihilated
takes one bad drop
to spoil the crop
re-establish the core
like, who started this war?
just a quest for power
hour after hour
old replaces the new

phew...

give em their dues
its all in the news
some sat on their pews
whilst other's sought loos
the likes of you and me
can always go see
the animals in the zoo
we're watching you too!

so life goes in cycles
as mother nature knows
that's how it works
how everything grows
so in a very British way
we give birth to a new day?
some will shout 'hey!'
others will say:

"like, what ever changes
its all gone before
scandals shake foundations
which are rotten to the core
the castles come tumbling",
the old ladies say,
"best be rid of them
the old fashioned way"

some go to the towers
others resign
to their fate of the faithful
I take what's mine
stale white toast
with sunflower marge
and just make the most
of the scum that's in charge.

mixin' it up big stylee

2011-07-12T09:31:00.001+01:00

its been a long time
I shouldn't have left you
without a hope street
to get to... ;)

Havin it (a mare)

2011-05-28T10:31:00.002+01:00

here we go here we go
getting ready for d show
pop up blockers
blacklists galore
tryin to dis
the system whore

is there a way
to beat The Man
should we even care?
should we give a damn?

all's we need is a seed or 2
like me and thee and them makes you
together to beat
d system sh*t
all in all
we can do it! ;)