Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit and more bullshit…
But I had difficulty finding the proper photos to tell the story.
It’s really good though.
The photograph above of a cowled monk standing by an altar rail was taken in the early 1960s by the vicar of a church in England . At the time he saw nothing that was out of the ordinary. But his developed film showed the tall phantom monk seen here. It appears to be about three metres tall. The film was carefully checked by photographic experts but showed no signs of tampering.
I let go a year or ten ago
it’s all a twilight zone
I don’t where I will go
the future’s not my home
done lying bout flying free
falling on the wings of honesty
highway to reality
rising on the wings of honesty
manic scheming, heavy dreaming
took me for a ride
no need for shame no need for pride
I got it all inside
anxious dances, wasted chances
smacked from side to side
no need to run, no need to hide
I’ll wait for you inside
So I opened up a dusty old box of magazines and the first issue staring back at me was the Daily Bread “Legends” issue.
In the “Icons” section of this particular issue Angie Walton talks of the power and presence of Chris Edwards’ skating…
Then it hit me: What the fuck happened?
and with that question came a euphoric sense of clarity and focus.
Edwards was, is and will always be rollerblading.
In the same issue there was a picture of Dustin Latimer meditating.
It was perfect.
“I never cared so much about making perfect sense. I wanted to make perfect nonsense. I wanted to tell jokes, but I didn`t give a fuck about the punch line.”
“What I remember myself from films, and what I love about films, is specific scenes and characters.”