Not looking back, hadn't noticed the graphic was unfinished yesterday. Scrappy. Updated.

Boredom, drives me on to God. With age comes a certain weary disillusionment. Seeking of what little comfort, interest and surprise can be found, once commitments and domestics are fulfilled.

What's on my mind?

This would make the best -- if achievable -- fast from? Thinking wonky and stuffed-up self-obsession. Bored with me, this about living in self-confined faithless and lacking love of God. Artificially constrained and on a roundabout. The monotony of sin. Less than best, because I refuse to wake up out a slumber.

Camaraderie's of grit, barely know, but a couple of men. This could be a venture in broadcasting but looks like/maybe not. Someways best, for waking the wanna-sleep, isn't currently fruitful. People in the 99.9% and some, utterly and blankly, do not want to know. (Scrub this). The ones who know, don't want to do.

Hence barely anyone writing anything worth reading, bit more on the video scene, which of course guarantees being hounded off the platforms, or at the very least being under threat. This undoubtedly the case and having anything worth prophetically saying. Anything socio-politically relevant, that is. Otherwise, it's idle speculation and written in a bubble, soon in for a pop and our 'green and pleasant' facade.

This morning's RT headline says all. Perfectly describes our childish acquiescence.

'France approves restrictive anti-terrorism law to replace 2-year state of emergency'.

Reminiscent of the person many years back, caught obsessively smashing windows of cars and shops etc in NYC at night. The one putting the ads on the damage, the next day, for his glass replacement business.

We deserve it, is one of the deeper laws at work. We invite through every one of our inaction's. Our drunk society hasn't hit rock-bottom. Be a true-flag to the TV-believing, illiterate or apathetic anyway, 99.9 ers. No 99.99 etc, else, currently hollering online. Or, perhaps doing a Fracking Camp or something.

Another kind of boredom. Actually this is all about hope and the exchange of responsibility for faith -- to unrealistic degrees -- in local and more pertinently, national, authorities. The misunderstanding and abuse of Romans 13.

And church, Church... or a Christian, out there? Not present and correct. Not without the established evangelical or prissy progressive, peer-influence, muddling up. Or overly-esoteric wanderings. Or...

At least some combine their vids with rock steady output, small mercies and all that.

(Minor pause in what Christopher Greene, might or not see, needs revising and revitalising and in traditional evangelicalalism but man has enough freshness for me to listen. If I gave him a word, it would be; So then, just as you received Christ Jesus as Lord, continue... And a certain blessed not-sound like been 'round the block and yet, openness to the wideness of theology worth considering. Re-considering. Important to. Here's his latest which aim go all through. Another, talks of 'end-times' -- oh la la and please double-check this train CG?).

Could consider there's a nearest and dearest to consider. Forget 'out there'. So today is safe and the dangers over yonder... -- and here's the darkest deception -- are unstoppable.

Better sign off. Boring myself. The need to sublimate through stimulation is like a first coffee. Could sit here tip-tapping for ages. Rumble out the groaning.

What is clear and verse-up, is the difference between doing and talking like doing?

And something else. That writing, as a vital proposer and 95 thesis, bang-up for those in the streets and cause a reformation, isn't close to happening. The need has been swamped on. We're truly in the age of missing information.

Boredom is the necessity for the controllers. The crack-pipe they want us on is another digital hit/text-mates and the young and any other form of media induced stupor.

"Wanna, wanna, wanna, wanna, wanna -- I wanna be sedated"

Academics to gutter-slush art, social honeys to moderate entertainment, dat beat to happy hobbies.

ALL on shaky ground but won't care, machine works-think and nout can do, beyond a small circle of friends some wider contacts and food/shelter making.

The last bit, summed up in re-using a top-now, contemporary term; Universal Credit.

Running down and low. The credit we're on is all debit. And the function of Govt's to need feed and increasingly, to unstable or no-home-ers, is their beautiful to them/be ugly and horrific us, mandate.

Easy moves, simple con; smash 'the glass' and provide the repair.

All we can do, is do God's way. Then we'll know... And metaphorically speaking, 'come off the dole'.