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Tuesday, June 21, 2005
Help
She who knows said, that I said, that he said, you got it wrong, you know what I mean and now I forget; what she said ? Help !!! :-)
Chemicals and God
The scientist requires emotions are related to chemical atoms rather than with reality and perceptions; The angry young man insists all men are free to think and do and fight as they wish;
God smiles; its no ones fault
God smiles; its no ones fault
Sunday, June 19, 2005
Stop it !!!
Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha
Must develop self control !
Oh no, no, no, no
Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha
OK; stopping now :-)
Must develop self control !
Oh no, no, no, no
Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha
OK; stopping now :-)
Satire
Do you hear the one about the American, Mc Donald's and the Lifestyle Guru in the SUV; sorry its unrepeatable and you might take offence, but it goes something like this.........................................
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha !!!
Forgive me, could not help it; gentle nature has turned outward into raucous laughter, much calmer now. Phew !
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha !!!
Forgive me, could not help it; gentle nature has turned outward into raucous laughter, much calmer now. Phew !
Hop, skip and a run
A hop, skip and a run is all that it takes; it won't work, because we are fat and lazy, and we might just hurt ourselves, if only with a bruise
Reality
Those out there; them; yes them they are trying to stop us seeing the real world. Who are them, they are us<<<
Friday, June 17, 2005
Not in pain all the time
No, not in pain all the time; sometimes its needed so as not to betray the past
Immutable
One has to get used to the fact that fate is immutable and little or nothing can be done about it
Awful time
Romanticising some pain; a martyr to suffering; yes, but if only it was so simple. It really was an awful time.
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
More, More
Everyday is some sort of happy;joyous;angered;frustrated journey that is beyond words, please can there be more of this
Honest Opinion
Thanking him for every moment of existence; thanks again, truly thankful and humbled, honestly.
Look for something
If you are looking for the answers; they are not in this place, but out there with God
The woods
As a young boy I spent alot of time in the woods; I liked the wood smoke and the summer days. Now its a golf course with BMW's outside
Sunday, June 12, 2005
Giggling
More times than ever before there is laughter and stupid ridiculous giggling; its nice, it really is
Saturday, June 11, 2005
She who is a candle
She who is a candle; slim and petite, has a certain wisdom, we both do the same job for the machine, she is fierce when she wants to be, but she never blows out.
Wasted
It was intimated he was wasted, that the machine could make great use of him.
No, the machine cannot have him or his spirit.
That would be the waste.
No, the machine cannot have him or his spirit.
That would be the waste.
Nature of life
Pain, though never asked for; never ever wanted in any way; nor to give to others; is the only means to understand the true nature of life.
Friday, June 10, 2005
She who always wins
She who always wins, smiled at me this morning as a sort of reconciliation, an impasse.
"But remember this," she said, "I can get rid of you any time I like, so behave and stop looking into my eyes like that, because it's annoying me"
I smiled back
"But remember this," she said, "I can get rid of you any time I like, so behave and stop looking into my eyes like that, because it's annoying me"
I smiled back
Sky?
Why does the sky hold up, tranquil blue, storms, tornadoes, hurricanes, and objects flying its vast space holding themselves up by some force. Its light and dark, and the moon and the sun shining through ?
Years ago
I worked in a hospital many moons ago; he had half his skull blown away during the war by shrapnel, he couldn't control his limbs and people thought he was attacking them when really he was gentle and harmless. He said, "You think to much"
The machine
On my way to the machine in the early morning when the air is clear and the sun gently rising; I hear the sound of birds calling and in their innocence they do not know what the machine is going to do to them.