h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

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yay whoah hey .....hungry hungry hungry .... steal the pie .. steal the pie ......

what pie? hah! ..



mixing it up ... mixing minds ... I love my friends .... .... synergy ..... kind of amazing really .......thankyou for being amazing .... (flutters eyelashes) blush blush .. shy .. we all come from different theres which makes it mysterious and interesting ... and we are all travelling to different heres which makes it mysterious and interesting .. unless you lose the map like I do sometimes ... hah! .... heheheheheh ... and yet and yet and yet and yet .... there is a place in the atmosphere ... perhaps .. where spirits meet and merge and mix .. and inspire ... and then crackle and sparkle and illuminate .... and look for ... or Elektras fridge ... hahahahahaha ... what?? I am hungry ..



I am not sure if one can technically travel to different heres ....from different theres ....gramatically speaking .. or any kind of speaking .....but erm ...



but erm ....to anyone who might be reading this journal ... apart from these spirit brothers and sisters already here assembled ... just go for a quick jog here .... .... if I am to hang in here ... which I am this time ... ... and word-travel spontaneously ...and confront the eye of the panic .. then I am practising what I call my Medicine Writings ...

and sometimes they are erm .... grammatically elusive ... because sometimes to me words are like pink fizzy tablets that you get from a chemist when you have a headache ... and you bite into them and the entire alphabet ...and some other things .. sort of pictograms .. or are they runic symbols??? what are they please spirits I would like to know? .... anyway they fizzle into my bloodstream and brainveins .... writing therapy hah! .. yes .... sort of ... with extra bits ....

travel on extraordinary pilgrims .... and send me your wonders from the heres and the theres ....

and ..... and ......

ahem ...

so shut up PhantomCactus .. .....thankyou very much ..... go eat your Medicine words .... hahahah ... hmm ..



OK ... so what I need here is several hours .. to consider this little hint of a fragment of a story left by Elektra here that has made me so fascinated I might just have to run around for a while and bark at Mars ... ..........

I don't know anything about colouring eggs .. hint hint .. or Pennsylvania Dutch .. hint hint .... or photos of Sunday best clothing .... hint hint ....

but I think I might be your double first cousin because I think I might know your Grandmother ... or wish I did .. hmm .. ..

heheheheheheh ....

ah Easter ... Easter ...I love Easter .. one day one day I shall write my Easter poem ... we had these cardboard eggs with pix of chickens on them .. ... seems you can buy them again .. I have seen them in the shops ... retro circa 1960 ... ... heheheheh .. and my mother ...and my Gran ... whom I adored ... I adore Grandmothers ... I miss my Gran ..... would fill these eggs with little gifts ... chocolates and little trinkets .. one time I had a little clockwork tin birde .. you could wind it up and it hopped all over the table ... and drove everyone crazy ... ..



and then there are herb teas ....



and the travelogues of the spirit-brothers as they lurch through the dusty dimensions .... via Madrid ...and via the eye of that funny star that isn't a star because it winked at me ..... .. run squirrel ... .......



and then I am walking home just now ... thinking about how I must print out a .... or two .... .... when I get to the computer ... ...... and there on the road ... at my feet .. right there! ... was a little sugar friedegg .. that some kid had dropped from his bag of candy .. you know .. you can get sugarsnakes and sugarbugs .... never seen the sugar before ..

I go I go I go I go .. before the mystery and the magic and the Medicine take me over ..... .....................

talking of Easter ....all entities here assembled named cactus or phantom or phantomhelen will be up-country and therefore offline as from this Sunday .....for ten days/two weeks or so .... as there are no lappe-tops on the lawnes of Olde Englande ... .. well there are ... just that we hath not yet gotte it together .....




so now I just got h2 addicted again .... hurrumph .... so I will be running past internet cafes ....through the cracked lit up avenues of my destiny ... sweating and fretting ... have to lay down a graphic ...panda! panda! panda! ..... have to check the spirit-travellers ...and the map .. have to .... have to ....no no no .. oh no .... . ah yes ... but eventually I will risk all for ye ... and once again take on the chocolate flavoured sticky cafe keyboards ....



or not .. ... but hey .. erm ... I will return ... to learn .. and burn .. and hope that you will once again re-arrange my random thought processess and bring me flowers ...or your powers .. or the petals of your hours ... or not .... please .. thankyou very much ... amen ....

.... ah yes Easter ... I do have a deep running Easter theme in my veins ... the nature of which I have yet to express ....



but ..... 'tis also a springcleaning and new life and goodbye cobwebs and spiders s time of year isn't it ... .. sorry spiders .. didn't mean that .... nice spiders .. .. I meant more like psychological cobwebs sort of thing ....



anyway .... point is this ..... on considering this strange Hotel we call h2g2 ..... quite strange to think of staying in an Hotel for four years ... kind of like the Chelsea Hotel ... where all the artists and writers and musicians lurked for years on end ... Janice ... Leonard Cohen .. Burroughs ..

hey .. that's interesting ... h2g2 as the Chelsea Hotel .. I like that .. ....I love the stories of the Chelsea Hotel .... hmm ..



and now having established that ... at present .. there is no getting out of this strange Hotel for some of us ... hmm .. that would be me .. and Phredster ... who will now mail from Madrid to say he has decided to leave h2g2 ...for ever ... because his brain is now in Spain .. I don't know if DG and Elektra are planning to escape ... hahahahah ..



anyway .... point is ... I now need to go to reception ... talk to the Night Man ... hahahaha ... and ask to change rooms .... as when I return from my Easter trip it will be new time in the Hotel ... I need a new ... more balanced .. or perhaps equally unbalanced ... ... way of living in it ...to ease feelings of internet exposure and so I can go about in shades for a while ... or a suit ...



.... I think the Daktyl was the attic room ...the garret ... where I have paced around all night for a year or so .. whispering and wondering ... and lovely people from other rooms would visit .. and inspire me .... and bring me and peppermints ....



point is ... I need to move into one of your rooms .... what?????? wait a minute .. that didn't sound quite right ... ... erm .... heheheheheh ....enough! ... ... I think I should meet you all in the lobby ...



how about .... say ..... I slink into one of your journals for a while ... like erm ... say Phreddy posts from Spain ...I could learn lots of things ... and then post like this ...


nice photos ..... reminds me of a strange photo I once saw .... dusty terrain ... strange white light .. white buildings .... where was that? who was that person in the photo? and then write three and a half rhyming verses about it all .... and leave it at that .....

like in the campfire days ... t'was Phreddy's journal .. and I was happy to lurk ...

neat ....subtle .. not going on and on .....fed up with the sound of my own keyboard ... ... going on and on about the art-process ... then I can slink away ...with a headful of knowledge .... leave my own edited ... and not have to dust the attic ... ... or get all weird about everything ....

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gettit? or .. erm .... anyone else's journal .... stare stare hint hint .. stare stare hint hint ..... that can accommodate a lot of ... possibly ten things that rhyme with .. including me .... ... hmm ...



or else I will just start over ... get a new room ....after Easter .. call it something like Scrapbook or The Gallery ....put some word piccies on the sort of wall ... ... and then go eat and there we have it .... and go walkabout through the rest of the site/Hotel for a while ..... be less reclusive .. check it out ... smile ... relax ... trade some images ... be nice ... sort of .. almost ....



serious though .. need suggestions .... as I think the Daktyl is about to fly away to the land of the pterodactyls .... and become extinct ... and I am about to somehow evolve .... hmm ...


and then of course I can also go on and on in e-mail >>>> as well as the strange Hotel ... ..... and thank DG and Elektra for wonderful e-mails ... .... which I am about to do ..... except no time right now .... so tomorrow ..... >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

what? huh? I never did the hang of this kid's postings .. hmm ..I think it was the vitamin tablets she was raised on ...'62 onwards ... they were very bright orange ... .... nice ...and they tasted of memory and muse .....

.... bunny! .... bunny! I found the ...

....but just to say that she .... and indeed I ...... have now been let out of the h2g2 Hotel for Easter ...... heheheheh ... and we will sit in the park and eat tiny chocolate rabbits wrapped in gold foil printed with convincing rabbit eyes .... and think about it all again ..

about what? ... It ....

oh ... hang on ... cactuscafe just ran through the lobby ... better chase her ..... wait kid wait ... ..... she had an electric piano keyboards under one arm ... and a map of the h2g2-Hotel in her hand ....



wait a minute ... she's still speaking .. what??? she just told the Night-Man at Reception that she's about to paint a wordpicture entitled The Gallery of Mind (Memory Mix) Part A ... in F Sharp Major .. in Fragrant Primrose Vibrational Yellow ... with no added sugar .. subtitled The AfterEffects of Velvet Symphonic Mandala Musings (Cosmic Swirl) ...



..... I think I had better give her a chocolate rabbit ....... ... with added sugar .... ........and go sit in the park ....



see you all laters .... somewhere between the lobby and the roofgarden ....via 57 small horse graphics ... via Hope and Fizzing Beauty .. and the Pathways of Absurdity and Wonder ...

have a lovely lovely Easter .....

what do you mean that my postings are equally cryptic???? what??? hahahHA .. OK .. so you can't have a bit of choccy then .. or an orange vitamin tablet .... sulk ... heheheheheh ..

ba-DOOMP!!... [the sound of .x. dropping in]

Long time no haiku, Sis. I hope you forgive.

I'm alive again, I deserted from my imaginary war.