Day: May 16, 2018
She’s my niece in flaw
Gather ye coal dust all through May
That’s not a man,it’s my husband.
He’s my brother-in-flaw.
That’s my sin in law.
That’s my cats tale.He only has one but it’s good.
Can I carry my sister?
I do worry my sister
He was my uncle but no newt.
She was my aunt by barrage
He tells lies as if he was born to Trump
If he is a liar, I’ll eat my cat
He’s as honest as the ploy is wrong.
If he wins I’ll boot myself.
I want to see the natives of Britain.But they are all dead.
I can’t stand being a fake anymore.
I want to be good but I need Grace.
I sin every day.But at least I know.
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My husband and twenty other questions
My husband said he was angry because I beat him at Chess.But I’ve never even been to Chess and I never use corporeal punishment anyway.I believe it should be spiritual if it ever is needed.
He said I was too not house proud.Well,I’m just not proud at all.It has nothing to do with the house or the louse.
He said I had a brilliant personality but my body didn’t turn him on.That was lucky as he had severe heart failure.To think, if we had had sex he could have died.But he did die anyway.Is that a conundrum, a paradox or a lie?
He used to go out with no money but hated me to pay for our lunch.It’s a bit like Russell’s paradox only more.You know.
He had a Mobius strip neck warmer which I had knitted.the next thing they are in Marks and Spencers.Shall I sue them>
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The fields of Athenry
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Unfair
She was so beautiful a drake drowned chasing her reflection in the water.
She was so bright, the sun asked for a pay-rise at dawn
She was so kind everyone hated her, but politely and behind her back
She was so curvaceous men fainted as she passed by
Her lips were so red she had to cover them up with makeup normally used for scars or risk causing a traffic jam.
Her voice was so sweet that nobody noticed what she said.
She was so intelligent she didn’t believe in it
She was so creative she hid her talents out of modesty.
She was so poor she lived in her neighbour’s caravan.
She was so sensitive she wore band aid all over and asked if her nerves could be given plastic surgery on the NHS
Her weight was so right it seemed unfair
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The dangers of meditation
https://programminglife.net/danger-meditation/
Over-Meditation: When Meditation is an Addiction
Turns out, though, that meditation harbors the same sort of risk. In The Book of Meditation, author Patricia Carrington writes:
If meditation is prolonged for a matter of hours this process of tension-release can be magnified many times. When a person spends this much time meditating, powerful emotions and ‘primary process’ (bizarre) thoughts may be released too rapidly to assimilate and the meditator may be forced into sudden confrontation with long-buried aspects of himself for which he is not prepared. If he has enough inner strength, or is doing the extra meditation under the supervision of an experienced teacher, he may weather such an upsurge of consciousness and emerge triumphant. If he has fewer inner resources or has a past history of emotional disturbance, he may be overwhelmed by it, fragile defenses may break down, and an episode of mental illness result.
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Raindrops
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Baffle is a strange word
They say the hearing will take place in camera
Inside a camera? What sort?
I have no idea.Ask a barrister
Hi, can you tell me about courts and cameras?
I’m a barista!
Well, no need for that tone.
What tone?
I heard an undertone of menace
Stop hearing between the sounds!
I hear an overtone of malice
It’s all just projection/
Are you Freud?
No,I’m quite cool.
Well, hearing all these extra emotions around voices is a bit uncanny
Well,I know what I am doing
What?
First to get coffee and second to baffle you
Baffle is a strange word
Like muffle or duffel?
Waffle and raffle
Offal and Neville
Neville who?
That psychoanalust
Lust? I thought it was desire
Desire is free.If you can find it.
Lust is free as well.To the young
Do I have to pay to feel?
Pay and Feel, sounds like a way to make money.
Payment is not always in money.
True.But nowadays we don’t care to think of that
Or anything except politics and finance
Artificial intelligence and spying
How about having artificial spies?
Or Dreaming Spies!
It’s all a great big mystery to me
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My view
In my bedroom at the dawn,
I wake up all alone
I no longer know your face,
Nor the places fingers traced
I’m just one lens from blindness,I can see.
The world looks faint and blurred
As if no human cared.
I cannot feel my heart
Except by stinging darts
Just one lens left working out for me.
I made some honey tea
I heard the buzz of bees
Feeling so alone
Are humans made of stone?
A lens is all I have,infinity.
Two little holes so dark
Where the vision starts
The eye singularly blue
Shone for love so true
Let me keep this lens or I’m not me.
The fragility of flesh
The place where we feel best
The eye so wide in gaze
With passion will engage
The lens and nerve and brain will help me through
So God made me from clay
And I shall say a prayer
I don’t want to be blind
To other human minds
The focal length and strength will aid my view
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I carry your heart with me
Hutton Crags path in Cumbria
Virtue and vice
Now virtue's not the providence of kings And vice is chosen by so many men The intimations when the church bell rings Are words that do not end with an Amen. Now sacred acolytes are driven by power not love And children fearful to reveal their plight. How can we trust the smoke and pure white dove? How can we know the darkness from the light? And yet there is a store of store of sacred signs And rituals that may give a person grace. Symbols are expressions thought divine. And allocate each person a pure space. Though we destroy in envy and in hate Evil's not our necessary fate.
How my heart sings 