Does God work?

The pavement

Why do they sell rock at the seaside?

They can’t sell the sea.

Why is the UK not a republic?

It’s private

Why do we believe in God?

It’s like the vanishing point in Art. It doesn’t exist but we can’t do Art without it

Do children need to learn cursive handwriting?

No it’s easier to teach them to curse by imitation.

Are sausages British?

Only if they have no meat inside.

What are the advantages of a fountain pen?

You can spray ink onto your enemies then write love letters. If you have anyone to love.

Why do we eat ice cream at the seaside?

Because there’s nowhere to boil the cream.

Why did people like to go to Blackpool for the day?

Because we only used to get one day’s holiday a year and we had to see the seaside to buy those rude postcards and scream on the big dipper.

Work is not good for you after all does God work?

He doesn’t answer prayers any more.

The liturgy of the birds

The force and beauty of the wild North Sea

The coast of Norfolk where we loved to be

The grief that rips the heart out from its cave

Throws it on the sea to ride the waves

The loss of you and love and all it means

With my inner eye I see these  scenes

The snow that fell on Cromer Easter Day

The lifeboat on the pier, the words to say

Ancient churches guard the holy space

And everything is right and in its place.

Eagles do not live here, but the birds

  Sing  from yellow gorse and know the words

What names might small birds  call us as they  watch?

The world is re created in a snatch.

The word gorse rhymes with norse

In 865 Ivan the Boneless a Viking  invaded East Anglia His army wintered in Thetford forest before heading North where they eventually conquered York

The birds singing in the yellow gorse is a reality but it’s also reminder of the history which the birds may remember more than the humans.

Also because the birds are singing for joy and they know the words it is akin to a liturgical offering

It’s not only humans who can praise. The way that the world is at the moment it may be hard for us to do that

Delight

Enfolded   by your  smile,I saw the  light
As if a hidden world such love revealed
Our spirits touched, our sorrows pushed to flight
In that space, our worries did not bite
The trees were shelter, losses were each healed
In your holy smile,I saw the light
Blessed be, there is a second sight
From heart and soul , the  silver bells shall peal
Where spirits touch ,where sorrows quickly fly
And who but you would see my inner plight
Would know the false from what is right and real
Cradled  in  your  smile,I felt  the light
No army with its metal and its might
Can win the final war , love conquers steel
As spirits touch  as sorrows say goodbye
I know it’s hard to learn what others feel
And not draw back from grief, from loss revealed
Enchanted by your smile ,O golden light
Our spirits touched, our eyes wept their delight

Who sieves earth?

When we think of God, we see an eye
Watching us like some abhorrent spy
What of his touch, his hearing, his   small voice?
What his  taste conveys and  how employed

Larger  than the total of  sand grains
That  form all  ocean shores  by  moon arranged
Smaller than  the eyes of ladybirds
And insects humble without   spoken words

What is size  compared to tangled roots?
What is loud compared to army boots?
What the colour, what the perfect form
To ripple through my eyes with no alarm

What do you here, what  vision do you flee?
Who  sieves earth and whose the face you see?

Oscar Romera shot while saying Mass in El Salvador

I wonder why I m thinking of this now?

https://cafod.org.uk/News/International-news/Oscar-Romero-life-timeline


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Sometimes religious people do what Jesus did and then they are executed
To shoot a priest saying Mass in el Savador a Catholic country is not just murder it is sacrilege
because Catholics believe that the Bread and Wine become Jesus himself
I hope the USA is not on this track

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Protest

Violence increased in El Salvador by the mid 1970s, as the government and army began killing poor people who stood up for their rights. When the army killed three people in the village of Tres Calles in Romero’s diocese, he comforted the families and wrote to the President to protest about the murders

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Archbishop of San Salvador

Romero became Archbishop of San Salvador, the capital of El Salvador. Some rich people were happy because they thought he would stop priests from helping the poor to stand up for their basic rights. But a few weeks later, his friend Fr Rutilio Grande was shot and killed, along with two companions. The following Sunday, Romero allowed only one Mass in the whole diocese – at the Cathedral – where he spoke out against the murders.

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Death

In his sermon on 23 March, Romero ordered the army to stop killing people: “In the name of God, and in the name of this suffering people whose cries rise to heaven more loudly each day, I beg you, I implore you, I order you, in the name of God, stop the repression!” The next day, a shot killed Romero as he said Mass. A UN report later found that Major Roberto D’Aubuisson, had ordered Romero’s death. Thousands came to the funeral. The army fired into the crowd. 30 people died and hundreds were injured. The civil war in El Salvador continued until 1992

Heart’s desire. To be ruled by a moron

As democracy is perfected, the office of the president represents, more and more closely, the inner soul of the people. On some great and glorious day, the plain folks of the land will reach their heart’s desire at last, and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron.0

H/Menckin 1920

Boris and the army

When Mary got home she tried to find her key but it was nowhere to be seen. Then she remembered that she had another key with her.

I must have dropped it in the cab she thought to herself I will ring them up tomorrow, Emile her large black and white cat ran towards her very fast.

You won’t believe this, Mother..

Emile I have told you before I am not your mother.

Why do you take everything so literally, the cat asked her in a manner that reminded her of the French psychoanalyst Jack Le Con.

If I am on the autistic spectrum she said to him, that might explain it.

Well you have to take a test to see if you are on the spectrum

But I have got comfortable with you  and I don’t want you to change your personality just because somebody says that you’re a bit odd.

Don’t tell me somebody has been spreading rumours about me. Who says I am odd at all depends on the definition doesn’t it? I may be odd in some ways but surely that’s what makes people interesting if they have a lot of differences from  everybody else you know

Well Jesus was very odd and very old wasn’t he ,because God was his father?

Do you think God was my father said Emile ?

I’ll ask him next time I see him said Mary cruelly.

Are you going to see God, can I come with you?

Let me put the kettle on and make some tea and then I will have to get some food out for the supper. Do you fancy some sardines from a tin?

Well I won’t say no to a sardine wherever it’s come from I know that God would never put them into tins

Next time I go to church I will start laughing because they are talking to God as if he is a being from another planet but I will be imagining him on top of a mountain putting a sardines into tins although being on top of a mountain it will be quite difficult to find sardines.

Nothing is difficult for God but he doesn’t sound very practical :I expect some angels would put the sardines in to tins if  he asked them to do that

Here you are said Mary and she put a saucer of sardines in front of the cat while she 🦐heated up a tin of chicken curry from Waitrose,

Around the kitchen she looked with sorrow because if Stan wete alive he would never have used a tin of curry for her dinner. Why am I so bad at cooking? I suppose I’ve never spent enough time doing it and also when you live by yourself it takes away the incentive

The Amazon assistant switched on the radio and they heard the end of the news.

Boris Johnson has an army and they are marching on London from Framlingham Castle because they can’t suffer the Home Secretary any more. When she compared asylum-seekers to insects even Boris Johnson was shocked. And Boris is a very rich man now so soon he will be the King.

Oh that will be very exciting. I believe

I think we’ve had enough excitement here since the referendum what we all want is so hot cocoa and an early night. I hope it’s not too late for that.

But will the citizens of London be able to sleep knowing that Boris Johnson is leading an army from Suffolk although if he meets beautiful women on the way he might take longer to get here. Let’s hope hes not fathering any more children. London is overcrowded already.

Shells by the Dead Sea

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Stan the aged yet sexy senior citizen was outside polishing the brass doorstep till it gleamed in the early sunshine leaking from a blue and orange sky.
“My goodness,these microfibre cloths are wonderful” he thought intrigued.

Mary was out taking a load of clothes to the Oxfam Shop.

Suddenly he heard a loud cry.,then he felt a pair of hands fondling the top of his bald head and tugging on his beard.
“Eeh,no rest for the wicked,even at 81,” he screamed.He staggered to his feet and rubbed his nose with his knees.
“Just give me a hand” ,he said,”I’ll have to stretch my hamstrings.They tighten up so.”
“I’ll stretch them for you!” Annie whispered naughtilyStan leant forward to touch his toes and she could not resist the temptation to give his bottom a hearty slap.
“For God’s sake,Annie” he shouted faintly.

“Someone might see that.”
“Don’t worry,there’s no-one around at this time of the day”

she tittered in her usual female manner..
“Oh,yes there is!”
It was Dave,the paramedic.He had been lying behind the wheelie bins,all three of them standing plaintively and unwanted in the tiny front garden.
“I’m an MI5 spy,and I’ve been reading your blog,Mr Brown.

We need you to answer a question”
“I’m not called Brown”,said Stan nerdishly.
“Refuses to accept reality,”Dave wrote in his little notepad with some blood he had taken from himself earlier,
“Jesus Christ!”, said Stan.

“Now,now” said Dave,”that’s not your name.
“No my name is Tan,not Brown,you’ve been reading the wrong blog!

“Stan Tan!”
Dave appeared crestfallen.

“Any chairs need mending today?”
“My what beautiful ears you have,sweetheart,” he said to Annie,
“They look like sea shells by the Dead Sea”
“Your eyes are like shallow pools in Lake Windermere during a summer thunderstorm.”Annie replied womanfully,sarcasm being alien to her nature.
“Are you still a transvestite?” she followed on incoherently yet logically.
“No,I had a mystical experience and now I’m a Zen Buddhist”
“How did that happen?” demanded Stan querulously.And can’t you be both?
“Well,I was knitting myself a Shetland lace sweater in pale blue mohair,and I suddenly had the feeling that everything was interwoven.
Going forward or backwards,sideways or straight ahead,it is all part of the warp and weft of life.
“mistakes don’t matter” he continued emotionally.
“Oh,yes,they do,”Annie said pouting her full lips,cherry pink by courtesy of L’oreal of Paris and New York,lip balm by Yves St Laurent,peach foundation by Lancome also of Paris,toning smokey grey mascara by Max Factor,handbag Annie’s own,deep burgundy 70 denier tights by M&S,Grey pointed ballet slippers by Bally of Switzerland.[also available in black,red and teal].Raspberry lingerie by ,strangely,M&S.
“As I was saying..,”
Dave dived back behind the wheelie bin.
Stan polished the brass and Annie disappeared in a patch of woodbine..
It was Mary’s famous and loud vocal imitation of a bicycle bell that had alerted them to her imminent return from the Oxfam shop.
“Don’t they make bike bells any more?” Dave boringly wondered as he carried on reading the new life of Emily Dickinson “A loaded gun.” He thought it was an army training manual,but,hey,mistakes don’t matter!Or do they?

Read the next instalment yesterday at your local newsagent or here free of interest,hope or love.Any additions welcome.
All donations to Oxfam.

Christ came down  as weak as candle light

In a stable with no heat or light
Who will celebrate the birth of God
When we each deny our rage and spite

Psychosis swallows up  the dark of night
The star that shepherds saw  has filled with blood
Above a stable with no heat or light

We live with fear, we  know who has the might
Can our  minds contain both  bad and good
When we each deny our rage and spite?

We fail to know how others suffer fright
That they are persons  too , not understood
 Christ came down  as weak as candle light

We are each a world, there is no fate 
I see the tears  run down the face of God
When we each  engage our rage and  spite

Shall we  lose in darkness  or in  flood?
Asked a  man   bereft of  his  true love
In a stable with no heat or light
Love is born, is  frozen, is denied

 

 

Kill it yourself?

I made this from a photograph using digital software

First we had grow your own, and now it’s kill it yourself.

We had paint your own pictures then it was draw your own blood.

Write your own books then
Read your own palms.

We used to make love now it’s ensure your own climax

We used to  talk to each other
Now we message our others
We used to share bedrooms
Now we are alone with just Zoom
We used to have fantasies now we have pornography
We didn’t see our own vulvas
Now we get plastic surgery so they look good for anonymous strangers.

If we do everything ourselves and nothing for each other where will that lead to in the end?

Do we want to die by ourselves?

Lit by raging  fires  on holy lands

Gravity pulls us to this earth of ours
Where grace is needed for the heart to flower
The need for roots is what each person feels
Yet how can roots grow through a floor of steel?

Settlement in legal terms means peace
Agreement reached and hatred will soon cease
What name exists for taking land not ours
The occupier pays no price, he has the power

The British Empire leaves a trail of death
Pakistan and India split by wrath
Balfour did not care for Arab lives
Jewish people fell to genocide

Lit by raging fires on Holy Lands
Burning children cannot understand

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Lit by raging  fires  on holy lands

Gravity pulls us to this earth of ours
Where grace is needed for the heart to flower
The need for roots is what each person feels
Yet how can roots grow through a floor of steel?

Settlement in legal terms means peace
Agreement reached and hatred will soon cease
What name exists for taking land not ours
The occupier pays no price, he has the power

The British Empire leaves a trail of death
Pakistan and India split by wrath
Balfour did not care for Arab lives
Jewish people fell to genocide

Lit by raging fires on Holy Lands
Burning children cannot understand

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This war will bring true peace says Benjamin Netanyahu

112 years since the War  to end all Wars began.

Don’t they realise that you can’t achieve peace by war?

This war is illegal.

Why can’t they learn from history?

Iraq Afghanistan Vietnam

Which of those have improved the world?

Which have saved lives?

Which have brought goodness into the world?

What is this monster the United States of America?

I bought these little flowers and thought of you

I bought more cyclamen and thought of you Wandering through wild flowers by my side.

I don’t know where to put them,they might die

Then I would feel so sad and lonely blue.

All we read of pain and love is true.

Yet we let our hearts stay open wide

I bought some cyclamen and wanted you Wandering through wild flowers by my side

I have loved not widely but a few

I have touched on bliss and when it flies I have touched the grief that truly lies

I bought these little flowers and thought of you

Sun on our cold bodies made them sing

In the winter, comes a day of spring
The  wind brings softness to the upturned face
And warmth to  once cold bodies seems to cling

When will be the day the  first bird   sings
And hawthorn hedges fill with  sweet white lace?
In the winter, comes a day of spring

A little heat is welcome ,promising
That winter darkness soon will lose   first place
And warmth to  once cold bodies, sunshine brings

We struggle on like donkeys stumbling
With heavy burdens and no hint of grace
In the winter, comes a day of spring

So we lift our eyes, allow wide opening
And in the lines of hills, our love is traced
Giving hope  to  our cold hearts and skins

We take our  time and feel no need for haste
And so create an opening for grace
In the winter, came a day of spring
And  sun on  our cold bodies made them sing

 

Stan,Emile and the bath

    • Stan was leaning over, cleaning the new bath.When the doorbell rang,he rushed downstairs and opened the double front door.
      “Will you take this parcel in for the lady next door?” The postman asked wearily.
      “Oh,fine Stan stuttered.He was trying to avoid Annie but here she was,coming down the road of superior semi detached houses suitable for ex-headmasters ,small businessmen,econometricians,surgeons,pie salesmen and theologians.

      She was wearing perfume, and green sandals from TK Maxx,light khaki tencel cropped combat trousers with a purple silky over-blouse, not to mention her matching raspberry and cream underwear .Round her neck hung a miniature grandfather clock on a solid gold chain,and she had three imitation gold and silver watches on each of her three wrists making a total of 333 watches according to Carnap’s theory of logic and Russell’s terrible handwriting.

      Stanley didn’t know that she had a mobile phone stuffed into her bra—one advantage for the larger sized woman.In fact she had 4 down there in her raspberry coloured glamour bra,as she had a phobia about their batteries running down all at once
      The more she had the lower the probability of her being without a phone whilst out and about the town and countryside.
      So she reasoned in her womanly way. J
      ust then one phone rang.She rummaged around to the consternation and turmoil-uation of Stanley and the postman.She plucked out a pale blue phone.
      “Hi,it’s Annie” she murmured.
      “Hi Annie it’s Dave the paramedic with carpentry skills. You’ve not rung 999 lately so we were wondering if all was well!”
      “Oh,I’m terribly sorry.I’ll try to phone later on.Thanks,Petal.
      That was Dave,our ex-transvestite converted paramedic”,she informed the men.The postman galloped off on his donkey, his bags full of undelivered males.
      It’s a tough but interesting life in Knittingham. Would you like a male delivery?Contact Parcel Force without delay.
      Annie went into Stan’s house and demanded a cup of coffee.
      “Won’t it make you put weight on” Stan quipped ironically.
      “Do you think I’m too plump?” she responded anxiously..
      “Too plump for what?” he quipped amiably.
      “To attract men,of course!”
      “No,my angel,you are just perfect”he quacked definitively.”Nor are you an angel,strictly speaking,as I have good reason to know.Thank you,my beloved for love rendered so generously .”
      “Oh,my goodness I must get home to render the fat from the beef and to make some gooseberry jam.”
      Stanley looked uneasy.
      “I wonder why babies are left under gooseberry bushes?
      The thorns are so big it’s quite dangerous getting them out,or so Mary told me when Lyra was born. She was covered in scratches and wouldn’t come near me for months.”
      “Why don’t you come upstairs to look at our new purple bathroom suite.Since the Royal Wedding it’s the in colour.The gold taps were expensive but they do go well.”
      “My God,let me out.” she bawled,”It reminds me of the Vatican and that’s no place for a lady”,
      “Not even a gay lady?” Stan muttered parsimoniously, as he licked her eyelashes gently.
      “Stop that.I’ve got my Yves St Laurent mascara on.”
      “I prefer the taste of the Chanel,”he disclosed privately in an internal secret memo.[available on 50 years]
      “Why not lick my neck instead?” she enquired curiously as she tripped over Emile the cat, who had slipped into the bathroom as usual to see what they were up to,you know what I mean, you catch my drift?
      She fell floppily into the bath and banged her head on the taps.
      “Oh,gosh,better ring 999” Stan said to Emile.
      “Have you got your catphone warehouse mobile on you?”
      “Yes ,it’s in my y-fronts”, the cat amiably miaowed.
      “Hi Dave,this is Emile.Can you come quick.Annie is unconscious and what is worse,she has scratched the new bath.”
      In fact it was Emile who had scratched the bath that morning but since Stan had not noticed he hoped to, callously, pass the blame onto poor Annie.
      How cruel can a cat be? Ask any mouse! Still in the end God made all of us and what a terrifying and beautiful world it is.
      And of so say all of us

At Whitby

I wish I were at Whitby by your side
From the Abbey Steps we saw the whole
The sound of gulls aswirling round our minds

The atmosphere of Yorkshire blunt and kind
Salty air,the North Sea,winds that groan
I wish I were at Whitby by your side

See the children taking donkey rides
The fishermen look anxious , happy, worn,
The sound of gulls is swirling round my mind

From Saltburn,Staithes to Bempton bold cliffs rise
Then Bridlingon where Hockney was a boy
I wish I were at any by your side

The two weeks break seemed long when we arrived
Now all my past seems like an old map torn
The sound of gulls is calling you to mind

To be in Whitby is to be alone
The pie shop’s open yet I feel forlorn
I wish we were at Whitby side by side
The sun and air, I dream into your mind

The silent paths of grief


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I have walked the silent paths of grief
Sunless,dreary,cold and all alone.


I have slept on beds of winter leaves.

I know that death’s a cruelly starving thief


Although my heart weeps and my joy has gone.
I have never felt I was deceived.

I have learned that human life is brief.
I have learned by sorrow we’re undone.
I have sifted earth and what’s beneath.

I have felt the dark emotions seethe
I’ve felt cruelly burned by glaring sun.
I have learned the geography of grief.

I wait in sorrow for this life to cease
Yet some are never loved by anyone
I have dreamed in beds of winter leaves

Unconsoled grief can make us dumb
Into our hearts, we drag the ice that numbs
I have walked the silent paths of grief
I have made my bed on winter leaves

This seems interesting but I can’t remember who wrote it.

The faculty to think objectively is reason; the emotional attitude behind reason is that of humility. To be objective, to use one’s reason, is possible only if one has achieved an attitude of humility, if one has emerged from the dreams of omniscience and omnipotence which one has as a child. Love, being dependent on the relative absence of narcissism, requires the development of humility, objectivity and reason.
I must try to see the difference between my picture of a person and his behavior, as it is narcissistically distorted, and the person’s reality as it exists regardless of my interests, needs and fears.”

With dusty shredded leaves.

The gravity of loss brought me to earth
Beneath the rotting leaves, I lay with worms.
I wondered if I were of any worth

No more to be enchanted by love’s mirth,
I  with unnamed particles was turned.
The weight of loss bears down the heart to earth.

The weight of  love has readied us for birth
The fragments moulded with the love that burns.
I learned we need  not wonder  over  worth

My sorrow brought no guilt nor fear of wrath
I am both  sharp eyed eagle ,twisted worm.
In my little grave, I  loved the earth.

Like the adder, shocked into rebirth.
I from silent underworld had learned
Not to judge my soul nor think of worth.

I shall not  fear the flames of hell that burn.
When blackness is accepted, may one learn?
The weight of loss breaks down the soul to earth
With dusty shredded leaves, we then converse

2018

Did anyone believe blind rage expressed

Could benefit the agent without harm?m

Did anyone read Freud and then digest?

Feelings need the heat of blacksmith’s fire

Held inside until they find their for An image worthy of our right desire

As well as rage, we should mistrust love too

Be backward in expression till more’s known

Or risk an avalanche of cruelty.

Take care of others, they are not our fools

From sacred meetings all mankind has grown

We misuse folk to test our worth and tools

Holding in the inner fires our wish to

The blackness of the heart can turn to gold

No contradiction hides such sacrednes

Take your love and in your arms enfold.

The future of the world is growing cold

We liked to have the choice for rage and death Until we found the charred remains of bliss

The wolves that howl

The straight line and the curve, the circle,square

Incommensurable yet real, they’re everywhere .

Straight and  curved the human world is couth.

In relationships like this we see the truth 

Every circle must obey the law

Large or small no matter what you draw

Pi is a  real number without end.

Beyond the rational numbers it transcends

In mother nature there are no straight lines

Nature prefers curves for her designs

The petals of a rose, the wings of owl

The fangs of wolves, the music as they howl.

We cannot  think without distinctions fine

You make yours and I shall still make mine

She drowned in mobile phones which could not speak

Drowned by words whose owner could not speak
Disordered  and untimely they came down
Her   mind had lost its  senses, its critiques

She did not wish to see a world so bleak
She  lay  there  like a fox  on bloody ground
Crowded by the  slobbering hounds  she shrieked

I asked  if Su Doku would bring  her peace
She  beat me with a heavy pan  all round
Her   mind had lost its  pity in her grief

I begged her use a hammer,kill or tease
She  cried  out, oh, my wi fi has gone down
She drowned in mobile phones which could not speak

She begged me  to cook dumplings with the  beef
Atora still make suet, it’s renowned,
Her   mind had lost its  legacies, its reach

I  bought a bunch of roses from a clown
The thorns  a  sharp reminder of  her nouns
Spared the  words  this woman could not speak
Our silence  gave me comfort,  yet I weep

Mary studies passive aggression

Photograph by author

Mary had heard a noise by the front door but when she got there she couldn’t see anyone at all.

Suddenly Emile bit  her on the ankle. Fortunately his teeth were not very sharp

What has made you so exquisitely charming today, she enquired in a rather sarcastic manner?

Well you are not usually sarcastic, mother. I was shocked.

I’m just practicing being passive aggressive, Mary informed him excitedly.

There’s a book out by Martin Kantor all about it.

Why read a book about passive aggression when you could read a novel by Howard Jacobson?

Now, Emile you are a cat are you telling me that you read novels in your spare time?

Yes I do because Stan taught me to read but maybe you have forgotten about that.

No I have not forgotten it just slipped my memory for a moment. Yes Stan was a big help

He wanted to prove that cats were equally intelligent to human beings but because of their different bodies and they have to use their intelligence in a different way.

Is there some reason why you are studying psychology or it just a way of passing the time,mother?

I’ve got many ways of passing the time such as knitting, cooking, reading the life of Bertrand Russell etc. also I could play the piano if I bought a piano But sometimes it’s nice to interact with another being even if it’s only your cat.

That’s very hurtful  to put in cats into a category inferior to human beings.

I know perfectly well  cats are not inferior in a general sense but perhaps  cats that live in houses where human beings  dwell might be thought of as inferior because they don’t earn money.

But then children don’t normally earn money in this country and in particular babies don’t earn anything at all and yet they are extremely demanding.

Do you think that every relationship is transactional?

No of course I don’t but a lot of people in our society do, not to mention people in the United States such as Sebald Lumpe.

Well it’s very kind if you just speak to me.; we have decided to go outside and play in the garden.

Who is this we that you are talking about?

Why don’t you mind your own business?

Thank you for being so direct. I will

And so will all of us

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You put the first leg in

The doctor says I’ve got a lot of  stones in both of my kidneys

Well they’ll just have to take your kidneys out completely m

Can they put them back in again after they’ve been cleaned ?

Well it’s just like having a kidney transplant except it’s your own kidneys being put back if they can do that then surelythey can put back your own kidneys

Well thank you very much. How do they fasten them in? Do they use glue?

Don’t ask me. I’m not a doctor

I think I’ll maybe go private. They probably have better glue.

Mary and the superfish

Mary looked at herself in the webcam.She was looking very beautiful as she had washed her pale gold hair and applied some scented oils to it and though she was normally not interested in peering into mirrors she was intrigued by the Webcam. She was feeling happy as she had just removed Superfish from Stan’s laptop though she wondered whay else might lurk there…Supershark?

Emile her cat had been waiting ever since he heard her say I am getting the superfish out today,

Stan,dearvwe can have Onion Tart for lunch.

I shall wait for the super fish,thought Emile excitedly.

I can just imagine what it will taste like… wonderful. Meanwhile Mary who had never been bold enough to act at school was discovering her potential on mini videos one of which was going to be on Twister soon. asking people to vote for Lalbour despite Milibland’s adenoids……

But though she seemed bold as she spoke out,it was not her native temperament but a kind of madness that had come over her.Polemical Poison,one might say.

Shall we have tomato salad,asked Stan her strange but charming husband as they had a bag of cherry tomatoes on the table.

Mary did not answer because after making her video she realised her face was lopsided.

How horrible,she thought.No wonder it’s evil to look in mirrors too much as it makes one self conscious which is painful.To forget one’s self is the best way to live if you can achieve it without taking heroin or laughing gas.Gas never made her laugh at the dentist nor with him neither. and heroin was never offered to her To forget one’sself take up rock climbing or knitting or both at once.. that will distract you from your self esteem and other silly notions….after all.does God look into a mirror?

Why did Lenovo computers often have this superficial malware seven years ago? I have not heard it mentioned recently

Hearing voices

Sometimes I imagine I can hear your voices

Light and moving like music

Sometimes your voice had laughter in its music

And his was like that too in my recollection although at the time it did not seem so to me.

And I am here with the same voice with the same music and the lightness

But you are not here to answer me

Where have you gone!

How can you leave me like this?

I see you running across the park

Swinging on the swings and climbing trees

And we hear our mother, she’s calling us home for dinner.

Yes there’s the music the laughter and the sadness in your voices

They alight and they float away on the wind like leaves

And I am left here.