Flowings of Your Everlasting Taffyman

So i bought a 24 hour pass for this particular Internet cafe so i thought i might share some stuff i have na before...
none of this is spell checked

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First off some small things.

I saw this excellent guitarist in London down by piccadilly circus and he was like amazing, he played stuff that was kinda like you and the sound meets fish, john frusciante, radiohead, hendrix and yanni all kinda wrapped up together. Most of the stuff he played was very psychedlic sounding and very un POPish, like he would just end a song when he felt like it, could be 30 seconds could be 10 minutes. There was a problem though, although this kid was most excellent on the guitar his attitude could probably use a little work. Some of the things he said and did I knew were just for show, or just to make cash, like he would stop a song and say "im too bored to play right now." that would either get the crowd to give him more money or make them go away so he could get a paying crowd. I of course stayed. Second people would ask him to play hendrix or whatever and he would start the song and they would get all excited and then he would just stop and start something else, and or he would play around hendrix songs to the point where he kinda seemed like he was mocking the dead artist. I dunno

I had this dream of heaven, or rather the last test before heaven. It was a giant shopping mall where you were allowed to grab anything you wanted. Above the door was a sign that said trust in god and he will provide. (this is all outside of heaven or whatever)
so the people who had a lot of faith would look around and not find anything to bring, nothing seemed exciting they just wnated to go be with god.
The people who were basically good but didnt have the greatest faith, would pick up a few small things thinking that these would make them more worthy of being with god.
The people who were greedy and or had little faith in God ran around the store and filled huge carts full of stuff.

At the gate they would be asked like "is this all you need?" and ask why and stuff and basically giving them every chance to go back or prove their faith or whatever. I dunno just a dream

This kid in Edinburgh ran up to me with a crazy look in his eye and screamed "got a light?" over and over and it freaked me out cuz i had just gotten off the bus was a bit lost and it was like 10:30 at night and some crazy (probably drunk) 16 yr old was all up in my face.

In edinburgh pubs have cool names like, the scotsman, dirty dicks, and the bad ass.

I have come to the conclusion that art museums are unfair, not cuz they are pricey in fact they are cheap here, no, it is because they put all this beautiful shit up and then your brain gets beauty fucked and you end up like overwhelmed and cant understand english or something. Not to mention the last few paintings just dont seem as grand anymore.

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Did I tell ya about Chad?
Chad the Missouri Drunk
Chad had been in northern europe for a month and a half. In this time he aquired 2-3 hours worth of stories, entertaining stories, amazing and incredible stories, all revolving around 2 things, 1 of these was hiking, and the other.. yep drinking. Chad was born in wisconsin, but moved to Missouri to o to school. Chad isn't going back to that school, because chad and the dean don't appreciate eachother. Chad works in a bar, he is a bouncer and bartender. Chad made a note to tell me he drinks when he is at the bar. Chad brings his dog to the bar, and drinks with the dog (i think) Chad went to northern Europe with 2 friends, they stayed in $30 hotels and hostels. They drank, often. All day in fact. Chad told me many amusing stories about him and his friends involving strippers, hookers, bouncers, bartenders, maids, and several other interesting characters all revolving around alcohol. When chad's friend decided to leave europe, chad (though broke) decided he had to see more. Or rather drink more. He went to Britain. Britain quenched Chad's thirst several times an hour. When had wasn't drinking he was hiking. Chad hiked all over and then returned for a pint, or 5. One day chad decided (becasue he was broke for the second time) to hike from one city to another. 25 miles was no problem for Chad, he was a man. Chad took a wrong turn. Chad didn't go back, he was a man. Chad hiked, and hiked, and hiked. Chad went to bed, chad woke up shivering. Chad hiked some more. Chad passed out, twice. Chad woke up and hiked even more. Chad found himself in a new town a little over 24 hours after leving the last one. He had hiked through 50 miles of scottish highland. Chad then sat around for 3 days drinking. Chad hiked one day and came apon a deer. Chad pursued the deer. Chad ran 2 miles off path. Chad followed deer into a swamp. CHad got really wet. Chad didnt like the deer, but he figured it was worth it once he had a pint. Chad went back to the states, to have more beer.

(sorry for all the chads just way too much fun)

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ok just 2 more things
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two old jewish men talk (straight from my journal)

next to me sat two men, not completely clear they were jewish, but in the course of conversation it seemed they must be. They talk of common law marriages, social programs, pc politics, spies, and such. I try to follow. They try to explain (to eachother) who would object and why. They make comments about christians and muslims, not in disrespect, more just what they would think. They make references to things I have never heard of, things that just dont make sense, their similies and metaphors wind and twist, they seem to jump from thought to thought somehow following eachother. Like 2 actors on a stage improvising a glorious scene out of gibberish. two street preachers screaming rare obscenities to the crowd. The crowd unsure if it is genious, or madness. END


Some of you may wonder why made a point that they were jewish, this takes some explaining. I met a man named Mo a week ago. Mo is a very nice guy and likes to make people feel comfortable. Mo is a non practicing muslim, he thinks its funny that I a christian do not drink while he a Muslim does. Mo has a friend. Mo's friend is french and also a very nice and respectable guy. The frenchman respects religious people greatly because he himself tried to be religious for a long time and feels he failed. So he looks up to people who can handle it. (me in this case, he bought me a coke) Now Mo and his friend are not antisemetic, but they both feels the Jews are a "clever" people. They exlplain this by saying that God favored the jews and so made them clever. They both think the Jews in their cleverness run the world (to a large degree at least)
If Mo and his french friend had been riding on the bus with me, and heard these 2 men talking politics the way they were, they would have turned to me and said "see, cleverness, they hide theird words and plot things behind our backs."
I would then have told them about me and my friends. The way we talk the things we say, phrases, quotes, references. I would have told them about how gabi(a very intelligent girl) has told me on several occasions that she often doesnt know what me and pete are talking about because we talk the way we do. Too many movies tv shows video games songs experiences she hasnt shared. These men probably grew up with eachother. They are probably best friends. When one finishes a book he gives it to the other, when one sees something on tv he calls the other up. They are interested in politics, they have shared their views and experiences with eachother. Just two friends chatting.

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last night i went to a Hare Krsna service. It was interesting. I don't know what to say about it for now except, it works for them, so i wish them good luck.
I will take what I can from them. They also have a really nice incense, and cool hair, and good energy. they taught me "gouranga" (be happy) while i down the block a little ways told me people to smile more, we did this unknowingly for at least an hour. The world is beautiful. I am in amsterdam and you can smell herb walking down the street. I might send some of yall some post cards.