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I just posted a long article updating my alien space wonder wanderings on this site’s sister site fmpoetry, including more on the Mesopotamian Apkallu featured on this site before. Along the way I found this artist’s interpretation of how ancient humans used to gYgPOP (greenY[ellow]greyPinkyOrangePurple) before the www!:

242 Mirror Poems and Reflections by [Latham, Marc]

Ice Sculpture not Genius to Doctor Who Ice Warriors Under the Bridge Ice-breaker

Walking along Borgarnes’s Borgarfjordur beach there were lumps of ice that looked as if they’d fallen out of the sky, as they were so ice-so-lated (isolated) in thawing compared to what must have been other ice around them… unless they were placed there by U.F.O. aliens! Al-ice-ns? Doctor Who‘s old-fashioned greenygrey Ice Warriors?

 

The Curse of Peladon depicts an Ice Warrior delegation aiding the Doctor.

 

The Ice that Fell to Earth (referencing the film of that name, swapping Ice-Man)

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When I saw a lump of ice that looked quite picturesque and light enough to be moveable I thought I’d create a little ice-art, from the bottom of my cold heart, lifting it onto a rock, and having to spend a few seconds balancing it:

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Okay, my ice sculpture is still at a basic level. I did write a feminist Folding Mirror poem this morning in not much more time than my ice sculpture took, after being inspired by watching the Suffragette film last night.

To finally say ‘bye ‘bye to Borgarnes on this blog, here’s a little more variety to end, in contrast to var-ice-ty, with photos of a frozen waterfall, grass sticking up through snow, and Under the Bridge, which acted as an ice-breaker as I got to know the Borgarfjordur!

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Culture Clouds Civil Wars: Pestminster Battle 4 Blighty Between Old and New Waves of Groomers

I write everything here from my memory and recent prompts, and if I haven’t edited straight afterwards, correct everything from the mistakes re-entering my consciousness. Nobody else has any input. I know I’m a victim of my own self-proclaimed genius, with the right thinking the left are helping me, and vice-versa; those in my life now thinking those from the past are helping me, and vice-versa; and probably those who are religious and devilish thinking the same.

After thinking about culture clouds yesterday after blogging, obscuring the truth from humanity, this morning I could look at the sun; I think quite safely but am not sure how safe, and please don’t follow my lead on it unless sure; because it was not bright, but was visible behind lightish grey clouds, making me add to yesterday’s thoughts, that sometimes (culture) clouds can help us see things that are otherwise out of sight.

Establishment Devil Worshippers v Counter Culture Satanists

If you believe David Icke, who thinks the World (and British) Establishment is run by devil worshippers, and group Russell Brand in with the counterculture he seems to be in, who have had Sympathy for the Devil from the Rolling Stones to The Pretty Reckless, then Brand leading the Anonymice black-clothed destructors on Westminster, now dubbed Pestminster by others, seems to be a Devilish civil war.

Being an agnostic bordering on atheism I don’t believe in any of it really, looking beyond monotheism for my universal truth. Funnily enough, so do the Freemasons apparently, as they look for inspiration more to the pre-Abrahamic-monotheistic sun-worshipping Egyptians who built the pyramids.

Beyond Humanity

Looking back at my Derren Brown Fans Alert blog post from a few days ago; I don’t know if it was more because I felt something was wrong, or that I like reading my own writing, in a self-proclaimed genius kind of way, written here with self-parody; the neutron stars combining was of course the end of the greenYgrey world (admitting my spontaneous prose stream of consciousness mistake), and I should have included an image representing the Universe Big Bang before the greenYgrey world Big Bang photo representation. Here’s three to make up for it:

The greenYgrey one:

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The gYgPOP (greenYgrey PinkyOrangePurple) One:

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The Return to Humanity One:

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The above image reminded me that I once joked in a self-parody way that maybe they’d build such a statue to me one day, in one of the woods where I had my greenYgrey epiphany. I think this greenYgrey world Big Bang representation is Woodhouse Ridge in Leeds, but I also sat, hiked and ran farther along the Meanwood Valley, to the Hollies and beyond the North Circular; training for my first marathon and enjoying getting away from the city, university, civilisation and lots of people (although I knew deep down I was still one… I could pretend otherwise while running like a wolf… running from humanity psychologically… but knowing I had to return… only I would return refreshed… ready for more battles and bullshit I didn’t want!).

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Around that time (birth of greenYgreyism, starting as Greenygrey) I also submerged myself in Meanwood Beck one Christmas Day morning, which was kind of the start of my greenYgrey years looking back, but I didn’t know where it was going, or how long it would last.

More Derren Brown Recall Relevance

After looking back at that Derren Brown title blog post again I also noticed that the collage was from a travel feature on Iceland, which is of course where the greenYgrey story ended.

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In that recent blog post I had of course written that this wall looked like the sunrise or start of the greenYgrey world, so the Iceland relevance is the wrong way around, as it should have been on the end or sunset wall.

I watched J.K. Rowling (admirable inspiration for greenYgrey fiction correspondent G.G. Howling) have a similar experience last night in the Harry Potter: A History of Magic documentary. Funnily enough, the Freemasons were involved again, as it was thinking her Deathly Hallows symbol had been influenced by the Masonic emblem featured in the classic movie based on a Rudyard Kipling novel, The Man Who Would Be King; the story ironically (my irony) covered by Rupert Murdoch (new eco-warrior ocean rescue hero)’sĀ  The Sun last week.

I’d also joked about that movie at the time (pre-birth-greenYgrey); joking I was the new Man Who Would Be King, but not of some far off country, but dear ol’ Blighty! Maybe the Establishment heard about it and took it seriously!!

As a little personal Freemasons footnote, a few weeks ago I had a few minutes left in the library before going to work, and inspired by recently seeing Dan Brown on television promoting his new book Origin I flicked through a biography about him, The Dan Brown Enigma I think, and one of first things I found deep in the book was the sun’s significance to the Freemasons, via the ancient Egyptians.

J.K. said she thought it stuck in her mind as she received news of her mother’s death at the time; and that sense of loss inspired such storylines in Harry Potter. I was also suffering loss at the time, but not an actual death, although I was having to mentally kill off a lot of my life at the time, and memories of a lot of my previous years.

They say what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, and I think I am now; as well as colder and more psychopathic; but not to the point of killing; just enough to survive in the modern world; and part of that is not to react at all, in a Nietzsche superman kind of way, or Martial Arts control, or Christian turning the other cheek.

This memoir was published as The Guns N’ Roses Worker-Traveller, and like Marc Latham’s other books is available to buy or borrow on Amazon and some great big bookshops.

Queen Kate Moss Still Reigns: Unexpected Freedom Show of Unexplained Power

As artificial intelligence technology increases, I wonder if we will one day be able to send all our thoughts into writing, as I recently saw at the Leeds Light festival music being transmitted from thoughts. It’d save me lots of time, because as Chris Packham said in his Asperger’s documentary that his thoughts cascade, mine are overflowing at the moment… with the stimulation of two mugs of coffee.

Leeds Win 3-0 Ending 3 League Games Losing Streak

After I blogged about Leeds United last week they returned to winning ways yesterday, with a 3-0 win. The first two goals were scored by the team’s current most skilful playmaker, Samu Saiz, who is reminiscent of past favourite players of mine, such as Tony Currie and John Sheridan.

With hindsight, I’d compare Peter Lorimer more to Cristiano Ronaldo or Gareth Bale in Europe, rather than Lionel Messi, who is more like Saiz and Currie; and Eddie Gray or Johnny Giles in the great Don Revie Leeds side of the 1960s/70s. I also made a couple of date typos in that post, which hopefully shows it’s coffilosophy stream of thought spontaneous prose.

AAW – Alien New Genius Theory

Waiting for the day’s football highlights, I wanted some stimulating television viewing, and The Unexplained Files (human-alien skeletons with non-human DNA and a mysterious ‘UFO?’ on the Baltic Sea floor last night) wasn’t on Quest until 9pm (the evidence contained in that documentary was meeting the above topics like a confluence, after Chris Packham’s Asperger’s documentary last week reminded me of Gary McKinnon, an Asperger’s ‘sufferer’ who hacked into the Pentagon looking for U.F.O. evidence, as I’d tried to use my university study to ‘find the truth’) but I’m going to dam it until later. As you can hopefully see, rather than looking for topics to blog, I’ve got a backlog, that needs to be categorised, otherwise I’d be here all day!

So I watched the George Michael ‘Freedom’ documentary I’d recorded on Monday night. I didn’t know the greenYgrey world’s Queen Kate Moss was involved, and her powerful introduction showed that she still reigns.

After watching the alien programme, and reading more about it today on Wikipedia (that stream of thought is still flooding the one I’m trying to stay on!) I had a new thought that is the first I know of; yes, I’m claiming it as evidence of my self-proclaimed genius!: could female beauty often being defined by women who have sharp squarish cheekbones be inspired by aliens that once walked the Earth, as told in Inca legends featured last night, and others around the world, and the skeletons with non-human DNA; as described on Wikipedia: ‘not least of which the amount of bones on the head that consisted of four in total that had sharp edges’).

Kate Moss Intro to George MichaelĀ 

I wasn’t a fan of George Michael in the 1980s. In fact, Wham were antithesis to me: a pagan warrior metaller! I’ve thought since that it might have been better to be clean and stylish and liked Wham for the women, instead of having long greasy hair most of the time, and scruffy clothes. I did watch The Clothes Show, but that was just because I was a fan of the supermodels!

Who knows, I might have ended up in Primrose Hill in 1990s with Kate and the gang. In reality I didn’t even know about PH then; or don’t remember it anyway, I probably did see about it in tabloids; and was more interested in L.A.s Hollywood and Sunset Boulevard inspired by L.A. Metal.

Ironically, while I didn’t like Wham’s music, it was also their squeaky clean image I didn’t like, and then George Michael went more leftfield and wild than the Hollywood bad boys I revered, and died a death that most of them thankfully escaped.

Watching the documentary last night (I probably wouldn’t have if he was just living a normal happy life, such as with Anselmo [inspired by my previous blog posts this week, I wondered if he looked like me, in a Cantonaesque way!?] and not died from a drugs overdose last year), I related to George Michael’s tragic-tortured artist personality, who likes a certain amount of privacy really, while creating an image to take his fans on a journey with, and wanting to be recognised as a true writer; and being disappointed by rejection and animosity from those in the ‘liberal-left’ (being politically correct) that he was trying to please. Freedom was the name of the documentary, and I really liked that song, its message, and its video.

Debbie Harry of Blondie

Anyway, before Kate Moss there was Debbie Harry of Blondie, goddess of the greenYgrey world; who had similarly striking cheekbones.

As proof of my fan love (number 197 in the Blondie fan club!) for her in the 1970s (because of her looks and voice not name), and one of the first examples I have of my original independent thinking, rather than collecting and constructing as instructed in the comics booklets featured in the last blog post, here’s an image of one of my first self-publishing projects:

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