tedies english bear factory

the tedy climbed into the studio to pretend that he had played the guitar, yet really the jam remembered playing the guitar, they thought they could get a hand out on the belgium border to cover the mission to the homland, yet the teddy had lost to much on the pockies in new town and the other band on the night saw it all happen. teddy got nothing, and spent some time in a house on a weaving wheel, the jam met teds mum and dad and ant asked the jam to make up a story, so the whole thing could be rigged and they would get to the factory with a golden chip. yet the ted had had to many stones thrown at him to make the story stick. in the end the whole thing ended up leaving  all the teddies on forbes street drunk as blue rattle snakes, ant’s pet a blue tiger living in a pig nose, said he had the whole thing covered on a wish bone, yet the whole thing came to a holt when the keys were lost at a village near an island. they tried to trade matches for a rose, yet nothing happend. they all went home and the bermuda titanic remained as it should have, untouched and untouchable. chris got picked up on the highway with a carton of smokes a rose with a nest of triggered beavers. no-one got hurt, yet they all ended up huging their bears and feeling mega happy that the jam would have a cup of tea with them next time round the block.

data in the system

Its interesting how hotel systems can be put at the mercy of hackers, in Veinna and Prague many hostels and hotels have their systems linked. When hackers are able to link systems together, they are able to see what is going on where. this combined with systems like second life, creates a potential disator, cobine the system with satalite technolgy that google earth has implimented plus the use of personal note books in cafes with camera and we all have 1984 through the sink plug. technology like this might not be so positive for our future, yet also not negative, the problem happens when people commit crimes weather they be cyber crimes, theft or real crimes in the society. we are all at the mercy of the cyber bugs, even the hackers that absorb the information that they are not supposed to have are putting hemselves in a situation where they are equal to the crime they have absorbed.

the best thing might be for the world/us to take care of things in a less hostile way, maybe. it seems that the world has maybe turned to a place where people use information to control people, rather than let the wheels roll as they could, should or have. yet who can change things and who has the right to change things, things have reasons for the way they are and we all only have so much to give. to give to take to give.

consider though, ultimately all the cures have been found, the problem is who can afford the cure to the problem. thats the sadness from my view, the world is always going to have people that have and people that don’t have, yet if those that don’t have can agree that its ok to have or to have not, yet what, ok enough blog.

e ors hostel in Prague

  

rose picture from AO hostel in Prague

Originally uploaded by jamtea

the flea hostel in Prage

elf flower program

Originally uploaded by jamtea

This is from when i stayed at the elf hostel in Prague.

film clip from Australia, played on rage ABC once

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film script

the man that worked at the cafe started to tell lies about Max to everyone, i thought that it  was so funny that the guy at the cafe had the set of keys to the flat i used to live in,  his gf found out about what he had been doing everynight on the sly though, she kicked him out, did not even leave the guys shoes behind. yet he had stollen those shoes anyway.

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black bird flies across an old rusted truck, snow starts to fall.

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at least the flat would be empty and grovel (childhood dog’s name) would be happy. made me realize why people best not trust people that live in the same building. i wanted to get out of this maze, yet i kept on getting stuck, all i wanted was get that stollen ferrari out of the garage a cheap bottle of vodka from the supermarket, a carton of sigarets and complete the mission from god that was prescibed to me in a dream (John belushi style) blues brothers movie

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Max had her red car and was driving it to the airport, with a police car behind him, fuck he though I should of caught the train. a dark blue BMW, flew past the police car and Max (mel gibson like character) hoped on its tail, the blue lights flashed and he got a speeding fine, having no documents meant he could not drive get to the airport.

the airport was closed because of a bomb scare and no-one knew how to get out of the place

they all missed their planes at the taxi club a wild man called bill screamed out, take it easy, it’ll work itself out, go outside and have a smoke.

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dont tell no-one nothing and you’ll be safe he said to Alice in a threating way as she left the building, little did she know that everyone around the block had know about the plan from the start. at least she could do her shopping in peace now on without weird people following her around, “you should see your own rap sheet that i got in return for what happend to me because of you”, she though in her head, a french homeless guy with a mobile phone lite up a smoke and said, it’ll be ok, you know your mine, leave the fool out of it, we can get out of this.

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the wise ferry started to drift  (a ferry that looks like the one up on the north where i travled last time up north), the old man on the right hand  side of the desk at the reception, said in huff. don’t you think its time you headed back into town for a pack of sigarets. i’ll stay put, thanks very much, nice hotel you got here, where is the nearest phone box, i asked with a packet of dunhill red in my hand i said.

pool hall in Wombat hostel, friendly and happy staff.

magic day in Vienna

friends i meet on the way

it all started in a tree house in the north of the south, we all threw a lot of glass at each other  the sands were sick of the glass and told thje people to drink from a well at the top of the hill.

space exploration by vatican rules

craziest idea i could think of on x459 with a three plus chill on a blind eye, blue dwarf in place

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pool room in Vienna

fishsweep through the end of the line

no man wants peace on earth every man wants his peace of earth.

an out of control wombat eating nails and coco leaves.

scene from a film i want to make. work in progress.

It was a magic rose and the wind “blue” a triffle at the moon, we spoke of the wind and we adjusted our seat belts, yet nothing could change. We threw a heap of heat on his hands, yet again things would spring back, even when we filled him with the moon and smoked the belgium boys arse to the heavans, he still managed to get through the fields of fog, we tried to make him into our own star dust, yet it all went wrong, instead we turned ourselves into good church going folk. We evn tried to smoke the donkey out with the camel, yet the camel would always  ride high through the forrest. What else was weird was that we the men of Prague even started to use blow dryers on our private parts (just to keep them warm, thats all). anyway: She flew over me, dropping every  kind of dust that she could find. yet again as per usual, the people of Prague were able to  liberetaed the Belgium using a magic pot of soup. I always ended up having to pick up the magic at the end of the line, the world seemed so cut dry to me after meeting that Belgium freak, reptiles were smoking high like tomorrow could never happen, yet them flood gates were always going to be released. lucky for me i was able to pick up some steam on a cup of tea on my way to the underground, again the people of Prague liberated the city, real plans had a habit of going not as expected. Thats what i like about Prague, the true evil stays out of the place. Send it back to Belgium with a bucket full dead fish please.

anyway, to finsh the scene off: In the morning I looked out over charles bridge, a boy wearing a jacket that he had stollen from my girl friend, had a blue egg in his hand, i was a little confused about this, yet the moon told me that it would all be ok. A new broom stick, a box of roses and some Belgium chocalte, should get things back to making the room smell ok.

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