THE CURE FOR DEMOCRACY

Music and Film by Dean Omori

As the bombing campaigns begin to rain down their terror once more upon the earth, the boys with the biggest guns come out to play. This time it’s Syria’s turn to cower to more horror; a country already ravaged by a war within itself.

Since 2011 the world has sat on its hands whilst the revolution fights for its breath of freedom beneath…

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UNRECOGNISED LEGISLATORS OF MAN

CHAPTER FOUR THE TITLE OF NOW

I hadn’t slept all night. Scheherazade, after suffering a bout of lunacy and dancing, passed out on the sand and I eased her slender tender body into the one-man tent. She purred: it was as if she were dreaming while still awake. The mind was an unfathomable compass; our destinies are mapped for us in utero, you shall not prevent where you are heading. It’s a…

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UNRECOGNISED LEGISLATORS OF MAN

UNRECOGNISED LEGISLATORS OF MAN

CHAPTER THREE

PSYCHOSOMATIC MEDICINE

When I woke I was alone in a tent untouched. The heat had returned from the cold. The photographer slept in the vehicle, to dream without caution. I gradually climbed out of my tent and was already considering the evolution of pain. What I needed was psychosomatic medicine to relieve the symptoms of a life. My body hurt, my lumbar at best poor. My…

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UNRECOGNISED LEGISLATORS OF MAN

UNRECOGNISED LEGISLATORS OF MAN

CHAPTER TWO

IN COLOUR

She was beautiful, my companion. I watched her dance. How gracefully she removed the angles from her body and made them curve and flow. She was how I imagined love would feel. Dedicated and determined to dance, we shall all suffer in watching her. Nobody touched the floor more lightly. She had perfected the vertical line, this woman so; shall fall upon the bed of all man’s…

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UNRECOGNISED LEGISLATORS OF MAN (A novel)

UNRECOGNISED LEGISLATORS OF MAN (A novel)

While I wait for literary agents and publishers to work out the details of my book, I thought I would blog it for you. One chapter a week.

CHAPTER ONE

THE MOMENT OF DECAY

 A day is twenty-three hours and fifty-six minutes long. Forget what you think you know.

As the sun left that particular day it took with it every bit of heat. We don’t see dark like this anymore. The modern world had…

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http://vimeo.com/100348889 Tell your children “Don’t do drugs’ or you may turn…

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Tell your children “Don’t do drugs’ or you may turn out like these great people.

The Opium Eaters

William Burroughs
Lenny Breau
Billie Holliday
Miss Monroe
Philip Hoffman
John Coltrane
Jimmy Hendrix
Kurt Cobain

Dreams of the opium eater
They inspire you the hard way
The dreams of the opium eater

Lewis Carol 
Basquiat
Peaches Geldof 
Kerouac
William Blake
John Belushi
Edith Piaf
Bela…

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THE OPIUM EATERS

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The Opium Eaters

William Burroughs
Lenny Breau
Billie Holliday
Miss Monroe
Philip Hoffman
John Coltrane
Jimmy Hendrix
Kurt Cobain

Dreams of the opium eater
They inspire you the hard way
The dreams of the opium eater

Lewis Carol 
Basquiat
Peaches Geldof 
Kerouac
William Blake
John Belushi
Edith Piaf
Bela Lugusi

Dreams of the opium eater
They inspire you with what they say
The dreams of…

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THE OPIUM EATERS

http://vimeo.com/100348889

Tell your children “Don’t do drugs’ or you might turn out like these great people!

The Opium Eaters

William Burroughs
Lenny Breau
Billie Holliday
Miss Monroe
Philip Hoffman
John Coltrane
Jimi Hendrix
Kurt Cobain

Dreams of the opium eater
They inspire you the hard way
The dreams of the opium eater

Lewis Carol 
Basquiat
Peaches Geldof 
Kerouac
William Blake
John Belushi
Edith Piaf
Bela…

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Dear Syria

I took my camera away from my eye and wound up the window. Chickens scattered around the streets looking for a place to belong and dogs with torn ears all mad with war and the games soldiers’ play. I saw parents who had come from screaming; you could see it in their dry lips, deserted by what it was we so abundantly take for granted. The eyes were swollen, the spines…

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ANGRY WAR SYMPHONY

ANGRY WAR SYMPHONY

I took my camera away from my eye and wound up the window. Chickens scattered around the streets looking for a place to belong and dogs with torn ears all mad with war and the games soldiers’ play. I saw parents who had come from screaming; you could see it in their dry lips, deserted by what it was we so abundantly take for granted. The eyes were swollen, the spines in…

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