Supernovas of consciousness


Peter Gabriel.
Musician.

Founding member of Genesis. left them (coincidently?) just before they turned shite.
Wrote "Suppers ready".
Allegedly sent a package of siberian hamsters to Richard Gere during a drunken night out in Newark. Reasoned that Newark is an anagram of Wanker and therefore Richard would appreciate the joke.
Has an invisible cloak that he slips on to sneak into the cheerleaders showers at every superbowl.
Likes; Soaped up cheerleaders. Practical jokes.
Dislikes; golf. "it's snooker on a large scale"

Reccomended listening; Biko, Foxtrot, Don't give up.
Supports many charity ventures.
Supports the bolivian panthose industry singlehanded.
Eats nothing but deep fried Mars bars and yellow M+M's.
Has voiced the opinion that JFK has murdered by space aliens dressed as tramps thereby preventing first contact until humanity has become humane.


George Carlin.

Fighter of the good fight, Slayer of lies, all round ranting maniac. American comedian whose humour is a cold, clear and concise cut into what we are fooled into believing.

Reccomended listening; "seven words you can never say on television"

"I love words. I thank you for hearing my words. I want to tell you something about words that I uh, I think is important. I love..as I say, they're my work, they're my play, they're my passion. Words are all we have really.
We have thoughts, but thoughts are fluid. You know, And, then we assign a word to a thought, And we're stuck with that word for that thought. So be careful with words. I like to think, yeah, the same words that hurt can heal. It's a matter of how you pick them.
There are some people that aren't into all the words. There are some people who would have you not use certain words. Yeah, there are 400,000 words in the English language, and there are seven of them that you can't say on television.
What a ratio that is. 399,993 to seven. They must really be bad. They'd have to be outrageous, to be separated from a group that large. All of you over here, you seven. Bad words. That's what they told us they were, remember? 'That's a bad word.' 'Awwww.' There are no bad words. Bad thoughts. Bad Intentions.
And words, you know the seven don't you? Shit, Piss, Fuck, Cunt, Cocksucker, Motherfucker, and Tits, huh? Those are the heavy seven. Those are the ones that will infect your soul, curve your spine and keep the country from winning the war.


Nick Drake.

Saturday sun is without a doubt one of the most underexposed recordings in the world today.
Nick is no longer on this plane of existence but his works remain in the human subconcious.

Once tried to fly London to Paris by flapping his arms really fast. Failed due to French air traffic control strike.
Found an unopened bag of cheese and onion crisps in a pub in oxford and gave them back to the landlord.

Favorite way to spend eternity; sitting under a tree playing in the next existence jamming with Bob Marley, Beethoven, Bach and Jim Morrison.
Likes; Alphabet soup stirred really fast. says he can see all the names of god whizzing past his eyes.
Dislikes; being dyslexic. plastic bag holders that are on the inside of the sink cupboard at everyones mums house. Owned a pogo stick that was used during the Bay of pigs invasion.
Rides a Raleigh Chopper with a pack of cards poked through the spokes to make a motorcycle noise.



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