http://www.reveriesanctuary.com/2011/08/franz-kafka-on-suffering.html
Month: September 2014
It shall be so
Gently dancing in the sun Wildflowers grow; they bloom, are gone. With no thoughts,they have no cares; Yet their lives are gentle prayers. May I walk in such a way That I am alive to this day. So I see with widening view, And joy and sorrows embrace too. Then my time will come, like yours... And of us nothing endures. As to the earth our bodies go, All are one;it shall be so
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Fractal humor
The B in Benoît B. Mandelbrot stand for Benoît B. Mandelbrot.
Source: Reddit
Explanation: The Mandelbrot set is a fractal. As you zoom in on portions of the fractal, you see a self replicating image
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The words to say it
Do you have trouble with surds,too? I can’t creak sometimes.
And no,I never made a Freudian slip in my wife,said Fred.
I am always very careful when I leak.
How about you, he asked…
Me,not even wild meadowplants could drag a herd out of me,I told him cautiously.
So neither of us ever takes a miss ever? he whispered.
I think you have made a terror,I said.
It was not really spurious, he said.I’ve always had a problem with surds all my life… how about you?
Surds are ok,it’s insolubility that troubles me.
And with that we partied on reasonable worms
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Please keep your stare on
Necessary evil is a verbal construct
Rapacity under the cover of contenvion is still greed
My nerves have weals he said.Could he mean wheels?
I am as nervous as a naked nun in a room full of people who go to bed in fur coats
Never pull off tomorrow what you can ease off today.
Keep your stare on!
If you never get dressed,you need never undress.
I took out a new lease on his wife,She is frilled.
.He bought me an apron for Xmas so I fried it for his dinner.That will do the trick… next year he may give me a pork sausage and some sauce.Though I have plenty already.
And no,I never made a Freudian slip in my wife.
He said he wants to borrow my life! Interesting.
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The good things my mother taught me
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The good things my mother taught me
are too numerous to list
here or even on a large hoarding
I could rent for a week by the train station.
She gave me my blue eyes and my love of stories
and tolerated the fact that, I like my father,would learn
for the sake of it and not with a view to earning money.
She praised my sense of color though not my three year research scholarship
to place of higher learniing
would rather I curled my hair and smiled at boys.
But my destiny was determined by the fact that I never could
master that Singer sewing machine she had
so I had to learn Theoretical Physics to make up for it.
And here I am now,thinking of her home made bread
her showing me how to read music
and the names of the keys on the piano.
I know I was a big disappointment in not marrying into money
or becoming a saint or virgin and martyr,well martyr anyway
She always believed me to be a virgin, even after marriage;
and it’s true I was a virgin with regard to common sense
getting on in society and all related issues.
Some ordinary female knowledge never penetrated me
so I’d sit in the rain wondering what tolerance was
or how Pascal got to lie in bed so much,and whether I could too
because I got creative ideas in bed—
not what you may be thinking of—–
She always changed the sheets and washed our clothes however poor
we were…
And made us dresses from scraps of fabric
That’s how we learned geometry,with the trapeze dress……
Numbers we learned from the stars and excitement from playing with boys
in a disused brickfield.
Strange what makes us who we are,but
the biggest contribution comes from mothers
and just to please her I hope as well as all my academic success
one day I’ll make myself a dress out of some rare print
embodying simultaneously both male and female design and shape
And she’ll look down and say,
She always had her head in the clouds,in a book,in the smoke
patterns from Dad’s cigarettes, in a dream and a whirl
but she did have a good sense of color.
Yeah,she is my daughter
Yeah,once I imagined I must be adopted but
Yeah.I’m her daughter.
She’s my mother.
Yer she’s gone.
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The Bible extra number 1
And it came to pass that they ate their dinner
and that she did washeth up.
And she did leave the dishes to drain
Whilst she put on the washing machine.
and the man was very pleased.
And it further came to pass
that she gave the man some pudding
and he was more pleased.
And then it came to pass the he fell asleep
By the fire.
And the Lord God,said
who is this man that sleepeth by his fire?
And He said,I shall waken him up
And the man awoke,
And God spake unto him
How is it that the woman laboureth in ye kitchen.
And that thou sleepeth here in an armchair.
And the man said,
But Thou didst order women to labour.
And the Lord God said unto the man
Why dost thou remember so selectively what I have said?
And the man said,
I knoweth not and therefore I will help this woman.
And the Lord God said,
Why dost thou not think of it thyself?
And the man said in reply,
It was Thou that made me,O God.
And the Lord God was displeased with the man.
so he called down a plague of butterflies
To prevent him from sleeping.
And when the woman came in
she was much pleased to see these butterflies
and so she fell onto the man
And he did make love unto her.
And the cat was very pleased.
For it thrilled a cat to watch humans loving
and gave him hope
That the Lord God would take his rib and make a mate for him.
And indeed it doth seem to have happened
Judging by all the cats staring in ye old window here;
And by their ecstatic yelps
That the Lord God was very generous with them
and made them many mates.
For truly there is no jealousy among them
And they mate freely and happily
and never have rows about the washing up..
as they eat straight from the can.Amen
Here endeth today’s lesson.
Be thou kind to thy mate always
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The alphabet by Karl Shapiro
The letters of the Jews as strict as flames
Or little terrible flowers lean
Stubbornly upwards through the perfect ages,
Singing through solid stone the sacred names.
The letters of the Jews are black and clean
And lie in chain-line over Christian pages.
The chosen letters bristle like barbed wire
That hedge the flesh of man,
Twisting and tightening the book that warns.
These words, this burning bush, this flickering pyre
Unsacrifices the bled son of man
Yet plaits his crown of thorns.
Where go the tipsy idols of the Roman
Past synagogues of patient time,
Where go the sisters of the Gothic rose,
Where go the blue eyes of the Polish women
Past the almost natural crime,
Past the still speaking embers of ghettos,
There rise the tinder flowers of the Jews.
The letters of the Jews are dancing knives
That carve the heart of darkness seven ways.
These are the letters that all men refuse
And will refuse until the king arrives
And will refuse until the death of time
And all is rolled back in the book of days.
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The Atheist Sex Scandal
This is witty
Humans are tribal creatures. Let’s face it, we don’t like it when our “group” is accused of things, even if those accusations are accurate. For the last few years, I have been disappointed to see people who identify as atheists, agnostics, skeptics, and secular humanists defending members of “our group” who have been accused of sexual assault to a ridiculous degree. Many people seem to be so unwilling to accept that such a crime could happen at conferences that they attend, and could be perpetrated by people that they idolize. I can understand this reaction to a certain degree: who wants to find out that their hero could so casually hurt another human being? But at the same time, these are people who claim to hold rationality above all else and yet they are reacting on pure instinct.
So I’ve decided to put together this little project. Okay, so it’s…
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Who were Cain and Abel?
Cain slaying Abel by Rubens
We should know that the Hebrew Bible [on which the Christian Old Testament is based] was never taken literally by the Jews.These are stories,parables,lessons which need constant study and deliberation and study..
So the story of Cain and Abel may be interpreted in different ways.For sure though,jealousy between brothers is still raging through the human psyche… and it may simply be that and its consequences.
But today I read that it may be the story of how Neanderthal man Abel who would have hunted for flesh was killed off by homo sapiens who developed methods of growing grain which enabled humans to settle build villages and to eventually develop civilisation ranging from handwriting and numbers to laws and taxation and of course,war.Ironically the home of civilisation is the Middle East.So Cain and Abel were from different species but both human.And the story may be about guilt,that we killed other humans and we remain aggressive and warlike.I shall put some links here.
http://www.science20.com/hawkins_science/blog/could_story_cain_abel_be_story_genocide_neanderthals
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Just writing
I writing to you
Writing
Just writing
When I got your message
yes, a message
You say my words are not right
My words,
not to write..
Orders come to your mind
Stop writing that way
I don’t like your verse.
I was just writing a note
I have it here
He said,I have wounded
Wounded him
Words like small steel daggers
Have pierced him through.
Seems there’s nothing to do
Oh,nothing.
A blankness….
My heart has gone mute..
I’m still as a frightened doe
I’m hiding.
What wrongs did we do?
We fell into grief
Like a fluttering leaf
I’m hiding
What did he do then?
Why is this so
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Love grows richer every passing day
When first I saw your limpid pale blue eyes
That held me with a merry loving look
I then fell into love without surprise
Without consulting people or a book.
My heart was struck and rang out like a bell..
Like crystal struck by silvery rod or spoon.
And yet I hesitated,you could tell…
Is love a treasure or a road to doom?
For in the past,love’s robbed me of my soul.
I gave so much and gained not at all.
But with your love I felt I could be whole…
Free from those whose very touch appalled.
The sun looked down and smiled upon your face
As we held each other in a tight embrace
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A new choice of original sin:Murder of a brother
As I was thinking about original sin and its definition which is defined. the sin of Eve tempting Adam to eat the apple and thus they reached maturity and made love,worked and produced children.That doesn’t seen sinfull except they were disobeying God.
To me the murder of Abel by Cain was the first real act of wickedness.And family and national feuds still occur in our world.The children are jealous of each other.Some parents can deal with this,but many can’t.They may punish the older child but not let them talk about how they feel.
I don’t think sexual desire in innately sinful; what counts is how we treat other people.Sex can be exploitative or loving or greedy..Nature means for us to reproduce as if we don’t our race will die out;and with the current political problems the world may end anyway and we will all be like Cain.
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A striped cat
I saw a shadow on my wall
Cast by the setting sun
I turned around to see a face
That made me feel dead glum.
“Twas but a man in a very large box
He seemed in a foul mood.
He’d lost his head while logging on
But now it’s been re-glued!
He likes windows and doors as well
He likes his Vista wide.
But Windows Eight is just alright
As his little cat has spied#
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She looks in one,she looks in two
She looks in seven and eight
She sees nothing but smoke and flames
Oh,what a nasty fright!
Ronald comes out and sniffs the air
For he is feeling bright.
He’s fixed all his new purchases
He’s set his world to rights.
He nibbles hot jam tarts and beets
He drinks his brandy neat
He daydreams as he sits and smiles
with the striped cat by his feet.
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Confession or Trust in God?
I have encountered a curious contradiction in thinking about the Christian sacrament of Confession.Compassion for others is the main teaching of Jesus. yet being trained tot think daily of one’s sins is a very self centred,even narcissistic, activity. and surely religion is not meant to make us more egocentric….. there is something wrong here.Maybe it is Catholicism which emphasises the Sacrament but Non conformist Christians are brought up to be very aware of their sinfulness.
Even believing in predestination of souls so some are born to go to Helll,as it were.What kind of God did they believe in?
Is it time for us to put sin into it’s place and to rely more on trust in God?
And finally a quote
Some quotes from GoodReads:
“Hearing nuns’ confessions is like being stoned to death with popcorn.”
― Fulton J. Sheen
― Fulton J. Sheen
“They sell courage of a sort in the taverns. And another sort, though not for sale, a man can find in the confessional. Try the alehouses and the churches, Hugh. In either a man can be quiet and think.”
― Ellis Peters, The Heretic’s Apprentice
― Ellis Peters, The Heretic’s Apprentice
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Where we are
Love must be so pliant , like a blade of grass, Bowing to the wind, till the storm has passed. Love is enigmatic Like the sphinx’s smile. Waiting for an answer, Nothing is on file. Love is often near us Yet we do not see. Sometimes where we are Is just the place to be
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The keyhole
Sometimes I had my eye too close to the keyhole
Pulled there by some force like gravity.
I was gazing with a sharp but narrow focus
into what I thought was the real.
But the precision of my gaze
left out the surroundings, the other doors and rooms
that I might have inhabited.
As he came to me and opened his arms with no rancour,,
so my eyes opened wider,I took in the new wide vision
and left my crouched and aching position
no longer attached like a magnet to your force,
He was there with his sea eyes.
He knew the human condition
And how to inhabit a conversation.
Of course he’s had his wounds but never failed to feel
for himself and others.
In the night he went through in his mind’s eye the faces
of his friends;holding them ,like he’d once held fragile rose buds
when we were married,
and asked silently for grace.
The keyhole no longer seemed important
I suppose narrowing the focus can keep out knowledge of pain..
But the pain is atill there;
I have always loved the word “Acknowledge.”
And now I use it. I acknowledge this pain
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Sex and the Christian religion
http://www.cybercollege.com/history.htm
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It’s regrettable that St. Augustine’s influence and the negative appraisal of sexuality, based on his own struggles to be chaste has so impacted negatively with Christian tradition.
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A beautiful essay on Kafka by Will Self
Satan in Cromer; the true story
Alfred and Dora Smith, who had just taken possession of a solid gold powder compact, bought from dear old Stan ,went down to Cromer so Dora could go to Boots, She wanted a new and more suitable shade of pressed powder to put into the compact.
Satan was getting cheesed off as Dora had the compact shut away in her handbag of purple and red leather with a yellow strap.Since she otherwise dressed entirely in black the vivid colours did not seem quite so dreadful.
You may disagree, but I believe a coloured leather handbag is a definite must for any woman nowadays.Where else can one hid one’s log tables,kindle reader,tampons, set squares,kleenex,rulers,pens and other female items?
Satan ,not being divine.did not know where Alf and Dora were off to but he was hoping that he might get a peep somewhere.Maybe in the ladies loo in some pub or other,hopefully one full of women of an intriguing type with French underwear worn as outerwear in the late style of Madonna.
Inside Boots,Dora found the Boots Number 7 beauty counter and selected some compressed powder in a color called vanilla rose beige.Since everything was 3 for 2 she bought some lavender mascara and some pink coral moisturised lipstick.After paying the bill,she and Alf ran outside..
My,it’s as hot as hell in there,Dora cried.Satan was pleased to hear that but he had no idea where they were but felt he was near home.
Alf suggested a walk down the pier to get some fresh air.
Facing directly North, Cromer pier is wide open to the pure winds from Siberia… but today a SW wind was blowing and despite a black cloud looming the day was bright and warm for winter in England
As the game, old but vital couple reached the end of the pier and turned to look at the North Norfolk coast line they regretted not wearing their Harris tweed coats.. a strange chill came over England that afternoon…. a hint of evil darkened the air with menace.David Cameron must have been up there in Burnham Market where the rich have holiday homes.
Shall we sit down for a minute, said Alf to his stunningly made up wife.
You sit down,I am going to look at the sea.Dora said sweetly
Dora stood at the edge of the pier looking,at the waves crashing below… and above too!She wondered how her new short hair style was standing up to the weather and on an impulse she opened her bag and took out the gold compact so she could use the mirror to check.
Holding it n her left hand she flicked it open expertly at an angle of precisely 60 degrees.
Who was more surprised…Satan,who rarely saw faithfully married,virtuous British women, or Dora who had never before seen a demons,let alone Satan,I leave to your imagination.
Dora gave a loud shriek and threw the compact overarm high above and over the metal railings.Being solid gold it sank gently to the sea bed amongst the pearls and coral and a few suicidal fishermen’s remains.
Alf,Alf,she called..raucuously
What is it, my pet?
There was some fiend in that mirror.What a sight! I am afraid I have accidentally bowled it overarm it into the sea.Like you showed me to when playing cricket
You stupid twit.I paid £500 for that.I broke the bank
Did you really?You are so sweet.I wonder if we should call 999? Dora called
I doubt if they could dive into the cold sea…for a powder compact.Alf replied
How about for the poor devil inside it? she continued.
Suddenly a heavy storm,one might say a hurricane blew up and the game couple were almost washed away by rain and giant waves which ran into the air on either side of the pier.Clinging to each other they stumbled towards the promenade some distance back.
Let’s go and have some tea and muffins,suggested Alf thoughtfully.
Suddenly the sea swept onto the promenade and for a moment it seemed as if the two old folk would be washed away but luckily they were both very obese and their weight anchored them to the ground.
Well,it’s not quite what we expected,but somehow I am relieved.Dora said
I was nervous about owning such a luxury item.I feel I am addicted to Max Factor Pancake makeup in plastic compacts she prattled merrily
Alf was dozing and in his mind he saw a host of pancakes with little faces each wearing full makeup
How can I eat these,he muttered.They seem like human beings… they look quite charming.His head fell back and he began to snore.
Dora was happy enough watching canoes go by carrying people along the promenade and into the old town.What a dear place Cromer is,she thought,as the lifeboat passed the cafe window full of terrified people..What a dear old place to live in.
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What Your Brain Wants MOST for YOU
This has some wonderful images even if you don’t read all of the post
Simply put, using word and picture metaphors, our brain wants to help us turn Image-Z:
Your Chaotic Image-Z Brain Neurons
into Image-Q:
Your Organized Image-Q Brain Neurons
An Image-Z brain is dizzy and disorganized, easily emotionally hyper-aroused. Image-Z brains struggle with sustaining attention and most are excellent at making up wild and crazy storiesabout the future and the past and then cunningly convincing us that they’re true. Except, at any moment our Image-Z brain is serving up those stories, 99.9% of the time everything around us in our immediate environment is generally, A-OK. Our Image-Z Brain does things that make us later scratch our head and wonder, “What the hell was I thinking?” It also is the reason we find ourselves becoming quite practiced at offering apologies to the people around us.
Shaping Up the Q
Image-Q is how the neurons in your brain look when they’re integrated and…
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Karl Shapiro
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Karl_Shapiro
Life story
http://www.poemhunter.com/karl-shapiro/
Poems
Karl Shapiro was a prizewinning American poet.See my post on the alphabet below
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Feeling bad
I must confess that the world situation plus a few personal things are making me feel very low and I didn’t feel like writing anything here..but I love alphabets and the history of alphabets so I loved the poem by Karl Shapiro
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What is sin,anyway?
The word sin is not used very much now in our society.As sin is defined as “a transgression against God’s law then since many folk no longer believe in God we use other words like wickedness,evil ,bad or naughty
sin1
sɪn/
noun
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1.an immoral act considered to be a transgression against divine law.“a sin in the eyes of God”
synonyms: immoral act, wrong, wrongdoing, act of evil/wickedness,transgression, crime, offence, misdeed, misdemeanour, error, lapse,fall from grace; More -
verb
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1.commit a sin.“I sinned and brought shame down on us”
synonyms: commit a sin, offend against God, commit an offence, transgress, do wrong, commit a crime, break the law, misbehave,go astray,stray from the straight and narrow,go wrong,fall from grace; archaictrespass“I sinned and brought down shame on us”
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Reverie
Reverie is a state of relaxation where the mind floats freely and ideas from the Unconscious,from the imagination can enter the mind .
Reverie is not self centred.
Fantasy is daydreaming in a n ego centric way.Imagining you are doing wonderful things,attaining success,love etc.If we over indulge in fantasy,that can be a problem.The gap between desire and actuality is hard enough.Fantasy makes it wider.. that is my personal view.
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Satan arrives at the seaside and is sold on
After Stan left the police behind, he drove Satan to Sheringham,There they rented a cottage and enjoyed walking to Weybourn along the cliffs.Satan seemed surprised by the cheery residents.He usually dwelt in cities and dens of iniquity.Stan’s pocket bulged with the golden powder compact standing up.He liked Sheringham but usually had Mary with him for company rather than Satan.
One afternoon on the beach a man of riper years stopped and spoke to him
I see you always carry face powder in a compact with you.Are you a transvestite by ny chance?
I am sorry to say,I am not.Is that bad news?Stan asked him
Well,not really.I never expected to meet one down here.But my wife has lost her powder compact and it’s hard to get gold ones now.I’ll give you at least £500 for that.It’s lovely.
Stan pondered.He had got fond of Satan but was unsure what to do with him next and he could not remain on holiday for ever as Emile his cat didn”t like it
He thought perhaps leaving him here in Sheringham might benefit humanity in the long run.
OK then.he cried and in a flash he had handed over the gold compact to the gentleman who seemed thrilled.He produced £500 pounds in notes and the deal was done.
Stan went back and informed Emile the holiday was over.We can go home now,Emile.I have got rid of Satan,at least for now.
Thank God,miaowed Emile.I miss Annie and her perfume..
That makes two of us,thought Stan as he drove towards King’s Lynne and the Ouse crossing…
But how will poor Satan feel? Will he be converted to life in a seaside home a or will he soon be heading back to Knittingham?Time will tell.Sheringham may be too small for him and probably has very few dens of iniquity.And even Cromer is probably not wicked enough for this old devil….
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Stan takes Satan on holiday Part 1
Stan met Satan in his mirror many times.And it was obvious the poor devil was terribly depressed.He said he was no longer needed as humans were more wicked than he ever was.Stan wondered how to help without doing anything wicked.
He went into the bedroom and looked into the mirror.At first he thought it was empty but the he saw Satan asleep in a ball.
Hi there,he called.Satan woke up.
Hi Stan.
Stan said
I’ve got an idea.How would you like a drive to Sheringham?
I dunno,I feel too depressed.
I think you need a change said Stan.He picked up Mary’s solid gold powder compact and opened it.What a lovely scent,he murmured,closing his eyes and remembering all the times Mary had taken it out to put on more lipstick or powder her nose when they were out dancing.
Now,see here.I have mirror here.If you can get behind this,I’ll put you in my pocket and Emile will sit by me in the car.
Without a pause Satan leaped into the gold compact and Stan could see him in the mirror.He popped it into his front pocket until he realised the devil could not see out.
He opened it and placed it in his pocket but with the mirror sticking out.
They drove off in Stan’s old Triumph Herald which was still functioning well.
Sat Nav,said Satan… is that how to find me…
No.it’s satellite navigation.It gives me a route to the seaside.Wherever I want to go
Bloody waste of money…what is wrong with a road Atla.?
It’s all progress.Stan told him.We must keep up or we will be thought lacking
By whom? answered the old devil
All of a sudden a police car came by and asked Stan to stop.
Why are you sending signals with that mirror?the police officer enquired..
To be continued
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Make doves want war
I don’t drive as I fear I might thrill somebody on the road.
Then I worry about the pigeons… is it true that we can make doves want war?
The skittle has boiled so where is the flea?
If God did die,where was the funeral?
Where is his grave?
Mourning is broken I think.
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I am divorced again
K I’m
My computer has left me for another lap
So it seems
And a tablet is not enough
So I am selling .my brain on wee bay.
And my new boyfriend will think for me.
Does it irk you?
It will. be a break with fem
Inist values
But my head is too full
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A few oddities
| Do you often change your sheets in the middle of a sentence?
Does the knight jar you/ Why is sympathy so rare? Let them eat les croissants de ma fante She’s as easy to hug as it would be kissing a bee on my crowned head Why are we deflating? |
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| Life’s not easy when I see ghosts smoking without ashtrays | |||||
| I feel uneasy as your pie made me queasy. | |||||
| Poisoned by gum.Cured by order | |||||
| Beat lead. Buy a fountain pen today.Qouink! | |||||
| He seems like a broomstick at a wedding for witches | |||||
| Shall we beat the cat?She can’t run for long so I imagine so | |||||
| It’s a treat to see your feet in your mouth | |||||
| Why not eat your own dog’s food and leave mine for me.It’s all I have since the cat ?died. | |||||
| Eight hundred men caught one gorilla which took a bus into town..Now he’s been given a free Mass in the cathedral.Sorry a Free Bus Pass ex cathedra | |||||
| Why have you no elephant in your room? Are you indeed? | |||||
| Are you on an imaginative roller coaster? Join our club for the highly imaginative person | |||||
| Now you must empathize with the wrong willed yet able to get the country off my knees.I am worn down by the dichotomies or deuteronomies
Like my cats? They are watching you anyway!
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| I say, an empty flattery battery.How discharming | |||||
| The cat ate my enchillado so I shall eat its mice on rice fried dinner…..take that!Sweet revenge | |||||
| I said re your novel, Send over the end,not,Go round the bend!How can you work that way.. it’s real neat,you play.By the way,who aren’t you? | |||||
| These friendless words are neglected so I shall eat them.Or shall I swallow the whole dictionary? Should i shred it first..I’ll be absolutely fed up with my studies soom | |||||
| The agenda fructifies my daydreams into real works of art.. or cunning at worst. | |||||
| Even a wild tomato finds a beefburger and fries good once in a while.And we are not so wild,are we? |
How my heart sings 