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PROPERTY OF PERU

by George Blamey-Steeden

tv3 (2)‘The Last Still Frame at The End of Time’ by Zoolon

PROPERTY OF PERU

The last piece of A4 paper ever floated by on the wind. It wasn’t long before it landed in the playground that once had swings, a roundabout and a climbing frame. Since the end of time the playground had become just rusty bent poles on messed up concrete. That didn’t matter as there were no more kids to play there.

An old lady walking her invisible dog found it. She remembered writing paper but not pens and ink or pencils.  She had no idea what trees were. Since the end of time the only things that were still upright were streetlights without any lightbulbs. Not having any light wasn’t a major problem as night-time was never dark and the sun never had to hide behind clouds like it did before she was born. She didn’t even know what clouds were.

The old lady had a name once, but not now. The piece of A4 paper fascinated her. Oblong and both sides the same shade of white. She asked her invisible dog if he knew what to do with it. Her invisible dog couldn’t bark let alone speak. He wasn’t much use.

Back home in her bouncy castle that never bounced anymore she laid the piece of A4 paper on the big wooden box she found the day that time officially ended. She had never got around to opening the big wooden box even though it rattled as if it had something inside.

If she hadn’t tripped and stumbled on top of the wooden box forcing the lid to open she’d have never found out what was inside. Even though she hurt her elbow and knees falling that didn’t matter to her. Inside the box the end of time forgot were diamonds, ruby rings, nuggets of gold and an HB grade dark blue coloured pencil with ‘Property of Peru’ written in small print on its side.

The  diamonds, ruby rings and nuggets of gold meant nothing to her. The thing was that in the fuss of her falling over the pencil tip had marked the last piece of A4 paper ever. A wiggly line in the top corner. She got to thinking. Deep thinking. It wasn’t long before she’d drawn a picture of her invisible dog. Just a sketch of what she thought he might look like. She showed it to him but he didn’t seem that interested. The old lady didn’t care. Without realizing it at first it soon dawned on her that she’d invented ART. She could hardly wait to tell her invisible cat when he got back home. Maybe living at the end of time wasn’t so bad after all.

Talking of ‘Clouds’ as I just was, here’s 60 second guitar recital I composed. Hope you like it;

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44 thoughts on “PROPERTY OF PERU”

  1. There’s always a little corner like this, where time’s vacuum hose never reaches during spring cleaning, and all the past’s debris gathers and gathers. Of course, someone would find a way to live in it. 🙂
    Will this tale turn into a song sometime?

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    1. Thanks. I’m up to my neck composing an acoustic alum right now. Decent words are always welcome but so far I’ve not thought of a song from this one. You never know though ~ George

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  3. “The Last Still Frame at The End of Time” is a wonderful image. I like the story. A fresh perspective on the end of time. Finding a pencil and not knowing what to do with it is not too far off from some people these days. I see a lot of people who hold pencils and pens in the strangest ways from how I learned to hold them. Back to the story, the invisible dog and cat are great. “Hold on a minute I need to let the invisible cat in!” Which reminds me, I need to go clean the visible kitty litter.

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    1. Thanks, Tim. An accidental photograph I ended up liking is what it was in all honesty. As far as the story goes it was just random as it arrived. Mostly they don’t work but I thought this one might be OK as art being invented can’t be a bad thing. I saw a thing the other day proving that 60,000 years ago Neanderthal’s were doing cave paintings but only of their hands. I’m guessing they were in a conscious state to understand that without hands nothing gets invented. Thanks again, I’m pleased you liked it ~ George

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      1. Accidental photos often make great art. Do you suppose a Neanderthal leaned against a cave wall to think for a minute while butchering a bison, and left a bloody hand print? Could have been an accidental hand print on a cave wall that started in all.

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      2. Thanks. I did thing of that but then – and given they are all spread finger type pics across various parts of the globe – they’d have to have so amazingly filthy synchronized hands for the pic’s to last 60,000 years. Odd ~ George

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      3. All humans have an interconnectedness at a frequency around 10 Mhz. It can be quite powerful, and has been suggested as a possible reason why a group of people praying or giving off good vibes together can have positive outcomes and healing effects, or the opposite with bad vibes. It’s possible that Neanderthals had interconnected hand art vibes that inspired them to do hand hard on cave walls all around the same time.

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  6. I wonder if the invisible cat caught an invisible mouse, and if she drew them, would that make them real? Vibes aren’t enough, she needs magic, or maybe a box of paints. I like this story. I think she knows an invisible fox too.

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    1. I like the idea of an invisible fox. Wild not tame. I wonder exactly when time ended. A happy old maid or a lover lost a long time ago – there’s probably a song in that? I think questions unanswered make great songs. Thanks ~ George

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      2. To me infinity answers all questions. The universe has always existed. It’s just that it’s in a state of constant flux. Time only exists to the conscious mind. Take away consciousness then nothing exists or has existed. I just think that every so often beings are formed from the debris of the universe (a gravity thing) and they hang around a while then it all goes random again when they mess up. At least, again to me and probably not a lot of others, it makes life less complicated thinking about things that way. I hope that makes sense ~ George

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      3. Nope, fraid not. Nothing makes sense to me in the infinity game. My mind can’t cope with it. What does ‘always’ mean? A loop? Do we just jump on somewhere and keep on riding endlessly? But before we jumped on, where were we? I try not to think about it, it gives me vertigo.

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      4. From a songwriting perspective ‘always’ is ‘forever and a day’. It is a bit vertigo inducing, but before being whole glued up items I see us as just pieces of carbon in a state of flux as we and everything else will be again one day and stay that way until the circle turns. I’m guessing me, my family going back years are all atheist so I have to stress it’s just our view and I am truly not trying to make converts or anything horrible like that. I’d never do that. I’m good with people believing whatever they want/need to believe ~ George

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      5. I’m not a believer either. In fact the more I think about the whole notion of ‘God’ the more like a load of bollix it seems. I try not to think about religion unless there’s a wall handy to punch. The universe is such a massive concept. The idea that we are part of something that we have to think of as a concept because the reality of it is too huge to grasp is mind-boggling. I don’t try to work out where we come from or why as like you, I think it’s random, accidental and we’re making a right bollix of our miniscule part in it. Unlike you, I’m not all right with people believing in half-baked obscurantist nonsense because we all suffer from it, but I keep my fury to myself, most of the time 🙂

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      6. It wasn’t that long ago I made the mistake of opening the door to a bloke trying to sell me religion. He was a bit aggressive and got frustrated talking to me even though I was dead polite. In the end he said, “Well, you must believe in something. What do you believe in?” It was when I said, “The Arsenal” that he left mumbling words that I think included at least one word his God wouldn’t have been too chuffed with. I always try not to lose my temper except maybe in songs sometimes. My songs, ‘Erasing the 38th’, ‘Tick Tock’, ‘Rainbow End’, ‘Red Planet’, ‘The Sunlight & The Dust’ are all songs protesting stuff related to the environment that we’re killing before its time. They’ve done OK. No worries if you don’t have the time or don’t want to listen but here’s a link to a me being as angry as I ever show, you might like;

        Enjoy your day and don’t answer the door if you don’t know who is ringing the bell! ~ George

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      8. Thanks for listening. I wrote this one 4 years back at uni. The news at the time was saying mankind might have a chance of settling on Mars and that prompted the song. You’re right though. It is ironic ~ George

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      10. I would love to see Jacob the Hat be dropped off in Mars as it is now. Trump I just stick a pin in and watch him burst like a balloon fizzing around the Oval Office!

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      12. A friend of my dad – the guy is a quality satirist – renamed him Jacob Less-Wogs on account of his far right racist credentials. He is a vile specimen of the human race.

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  8. JGC, captivating photo, it demands I pay attention to it, love it! “PROPERTY OF PERU” as a short story is genuinely charming. As soon as I started reading it, it began to play out as a beautiful animated short film in my mind, much like Madame Tutli-Putli. I really enjoyed the guitar piece; I wish it was longer than 60 seconds, gorgeous. Please have a wonderful Tuesday. ~ PM

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    1. Thanks, PM. Madame Tutli-Putli is brilliant. Even my mother is hooked. The chess players are her favourite thing. She would like to see a silent Agatha Christie done this way. My story is random and I guess Madame Tutli-Putli is. Madame Tutli-Putli is priceless though. I never did work out why she left so many hat boxes behind when she took the train. Have a great day ~ JGC

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    1. Good question, Chris. I haven’t a clue. I just wrote random as it came to me. It can take me ages to work out a lyric but maybe just 15 minutes to write the odd story – it shows! ~ George

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