The True Story of The First Settlers in Cloud Kooky Land.......

The True Story of The First Settlers in Cloud Kooky Land.......


they came from a place which some of you may have visited - called MadsVille. A close knit community with many honoured traditions such as the annual festival in tribute to the Great White Lord of the Ivory Tower, and the Fence Builders Society of Neighbourhood Protection and the Birthday of the Dead Person who Brings Coca Cola to all the Good Children. A rich culture steeped in history and encouraging Allegiance to the Smiley. The Smiley was a great symbol of the Unity of Nations and was intended to bring together those who Bear Arms and Dig for Oil for the Good of All Beings. The Smiley was always cheerful though rather stupid but it made life simpler and reminded believers that happiness can be achieved by faking it till you make it. Indeed a religion had been founded on this principle and the teachings of this religion were transmitted daily via short tv broadcasts called Adverts or Commericals which reminded you that You are Worth It and of the Powerful Incantation "I'm Loving It" - and so boosted your self-esteem and love for all mankind and of course womankind too (which had to be made clear owing to a basic linguistic problem in reference to the two genders, but this also had it's roots in the great history of MadsVille.)
Why would anyone leave such a place? You could eat burgers and drink fizzy drinks and this would be a sacrament which would bring you Freedom of Spirit and Consumer Rights.

Well the sad truth is that some people are just disturbed some would say and will always be Outsiders no matter how much you offer them salvation in a shrink wrapped package with 10% off tokens for next purchase. Maybe they are born that way maybe they are products of faulty genetics or maybe they are just damned awkward who really knows? But for sure maybe it is better if they leave, they are the sort of folk who spoil the neighbourhood. Every time they see a blank wall they have unaccountable urges to scrawl graffitti on it. . Where others have neat lawns and front gardens they have chaos and when others turn left at the next roundabout in accordance with the instructions of the Sat Nav Lady who is the Great Mother of Us All and The Voice of Reason - they always turn right or just follow their hearts. This is disruptive to others. Really The People Of MadsVille had always had great pioneers and explorers. Heroes who would travel to new lands and tear down trees to build new living quarters for their kinsfolk who even now are probably on their way to convert the natives to a better way of living and subsidise their industry and agriculture at terms very advantageous to themselves thus maintaining a sensible market economy.
But these Mavericks (the Outsiders of which this historian tells) wandered whether it was possible to make a new life elsewhere without destroying the true beauty of the place which they settled in and to create new ways of life which seemed just easier and more gentle and fulfilling. Of course all this sort of thing is a bit tree-huggy, highly impractical and bloody inconvenient as well. So many of the MadsVille folk were bloody glad to see the back of them.
THE GREAT VOYAGE. The travellers boarded a magical train that would take them on their great journey to a new world. A famous engineer had built this marvellous vehicle, from a train of thought .....
being very resourceful, she had gathered together many digressions, random thoughts and daydreams which were floating around in the ether and welded them together with liquid molten deja vu's. The Train of Thought awaits in Imagination Station as the first passengers arrive for fantastic adventure. The Engineer's name was Imelda Welder and she is a great historic figure in the legends of Cloud Kooky Land. All of which happened, are happening now, might happen or may never happen but which nevertheless are an important part of the written and oral history of the people there...
This is the first part of the rich History of Cloud Kooky Land. Some other time I will tell about the journey from MadsVille and how going off track turned out to be a marvellou accident of fate and serendipity. (written by Parabolia Ludicrezia Triviata the Arborean.)