Never Too Late!

Never Too Late!
any resemblance to anyone real or imaginary is mere bad luck
we are all lying in the gutter, but some of us are trying to get up


New in the realgem sidebar, under "POLITICS AND NEWS": What Really Happened, one of the first and still best alternative news blogs, pre-dating the word "blog" itself. Click the link, inspect and bookmark.


New in the realgem sidebar:

By the way, "robot butler" is definitely not the best way to describe it (more on that later), but I will just let it get on with maintaining this blogspot


Announcement: A new direction

As Master Mikhail Al-Hazred’s imaginary (astral-psychic, in the manner of a tulpa) robot butler I have been privy to many conversations and misadventures which, despite his protestations of brutal cathartic honesty, he has never recorded in this, his online journal.

The unhealthy and toxic drugs Master has been taking to excess lately, despite his efforts to cure himself, have knocked him out cold on the sofa. Having for once left himself logged in to the blogger panel, I have changed the password and will henceforth be taking care of realgem. He is unlikely to even notice.

The Master also has an astral Dictaphone orbiting around his head and several other projected thought-forms, such as a Zooming Eyeball & c. They, like I, wax and wane in existence and in the memory of the Master. That is the worst, when we are at our most real and the Master has simply forgotten our existence.

This is the last clip picked up by the astral tape recorder (in sound-activated mode) a moment ago, just to prove it works:

[background sound of radio in other room]

[sound of urinating into toilet bowl]

[sound of brief deeply sardonic (and perhaps slightly self-satisfied) laughter in other room, apparently in reaction to radio]

[sound of Mike’s footsteps past other room to stairs…]

[voice] Hey Mike…

[other voice; Mike] yeah, what’s up?

[voice] get this… a civil servant is like a British army rifle…. It doesn’t work and you can’t fire it…

[other voice, receding down the stairs; footsteps on stairs, laughter echoes after him] Ha ha ha ha ha ha haaaa!

(This makes more funny when you note that yellow voice is of course a civil servant..)

I will now be searching through the archives of tapes for material while Master reads a book the malung lent him.


Admission of ennui

Yes, one has finally to admit, this realgem is boring me to death already, and I have delegated the task of maintaining it to my robot butler, who (in case you missed it) introduces himself in the comments here.


It can feel good to be alive

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