I Miss Opuss. I said it.

Becoming Sir Mars I used to have such a scientific mind. I used to sit on my patio and 3 in the morning after work, stoned beyond mind power thinking about how the universe came to the exact point of an 18 year old boy having a joint in his back garden. I used to think that the universe was created when in an alternative universe, two atoms collided at the speed of light, creating an infinite pocket of energy releasing this new universe, the one we know and love. I now think differently. I know think the universe is propped up on an idea of basic consciousness. If we imagine and believe something it will exist. Like this Opuss. Because I imagined it, it's now real. It exists in the universe. It's sceptical I know thinking that our entire existence is based on a thought but because I believe it it's true. This new trail of thought has been brought to my mine because of my Mrs.Mars. My better half, my half and omega. My big bang. My everything. My universe. Because I imagined she could possibly, maybe, hopefully, love me, she did. But maybe I'm just blabbing. Just sharing the thought. Be cool, stay in school. SM

Mrs Mars Your name like a knife can pierce through my heart, I'll never forget how we fell in love in front under the stars, It's hard to believe I lasted so long, With our your voice in my #life sounding like song, I love the way you can always bring out, The best when the worst is around, My #life is yours to do with it as you wish, But if you leave be sure that you I will miss, If #life is a game then you're the master, And love is the dice that you throw faster, Than the rate of which my heart starts to beat, Faster than it was when ours eyes decided to meet.

Spring Time For Sir Mars One can take a lot of pleasure in cold alcohol and a warm spring day. I am. The news of a night of work perked my spirits up to a level I haven't reached for a little while and made me find new energy. Working nights mean the 2 hours between getting home from your day job to doing to the bar is filled with sleep, so you never really have time for yourself. It's me time now, time for Sir Mars to sit back and think about Sir Mars. Is that so wrong? Probably. But I don't care I'm getting drunk off Pinot in the sun. A wine drunk is different from a beer or vodka drunk, you get so violent, aggressive, horny, and generally unpleasant on those drinks. Wine drunk is like rich drunk, you're an idiot, but you're drinking wine, so you're a rich idiot with class. A loveable idiot.

Celebrations As some of you might know from reading past Opuss' of mine, I am the guitarist of a band called The Illuminati Funk Unit. Yesterday, we got signed by a small label, so me and master Badger went out to celebrate! First a group of 15 year olds approached us on Barry island asking us for beer, NO! We befriended them and managed to get them to play our song through their boom box though. So we walk at our own pace, 3 miles to the borough arms in Barry. Whilst there I order 2 shots of the most obscure looking alcoholic spirit I can see, which was Martel brandy. Killed me!!