And Your Bird Can Sing
This comes from that famous social engineering project called youtube. It’s not the station that counts, it’s the message. Through time and space it always reaches it’s mark.
A Shallow Breath Away
The times of times are upon us and yet, and yet there is a nagging feeling in the back of this mind that not all is well in the land of Denmark, dreams and especially in the mirror of life, living and the beyond. Here I sit neither in judgment nor contemplation and yet, and yet there is this nagging feeling way back in time where things are not ‘just so’. Does this mean that a bit of ‘readjustment’ is needed? Perhaps a bit of tugging and perspective?No my friend, there is no such time for such delinquent ramblings born from the mind of man. Indeed, there is nothing worth anything at all. Did you believe all that? I hope not because the ending is nothing like the beginning - at all. If you follow the yellow brick road does it always lead one to the promised land? Of course in studies and inbred imaginings it does but that is neither here nor there.
In the Middle of the Night
Passing through the nether regions we find that in our determination things are just as they should be. That’s not a statement many would accept at first glance but in our realm it is something quite the opposite. We all have our albatrosses wrapped around our little necks full of the fruits and offerings worthy of the gods. Before I fall on my sword I will indeed die laughing. Through the stream and streams of life, living and of the beyond, there exists little that escapes the grasp of knowledge, power and understanding. All comes in waves because some people require such. I live on the edge because my home requires such. Perception, that little irritating sliver keeps us all alive - at least that is as the saying goes but my thoughts do indeed drift off center. If you don’t catch that drift then by all means, continue as is nothing is being said, done or perpetuated.
Hiding In The Shadows
Corporations are such funny little schemes in order to hide one’s self in. Oh, it’s the corporation’s fault, right!? Irresponsibility comes in so many forms with which one can best put to use the schemes and grand plans so evident these days. How about that representation thing in a ‘court of law’?
The Thrill of the Chase
Ever see the funny picture of a dog chasing it’s tail round and round? Life is exactly like that.
I must have been bored because I ran across this:
I Am Scared
It’s true. You might not believe this but I am terrified of being exactly what I am. I’m not talking about the usual crap about trying to be one thing or another - all in the face of being what one really is. I’m talking about being terrified. It’s that deep dark feeling that when things are just so, when it all comes together at one point in time and in place, Hiroshima is like stone-age fire becoming to be reborn in a form long forgotten. The question isn’t whether that is a good or bad thing, it’s about the unveiling of what is. We all know whether one accepts it or not, of the things which exist and perpetuate in this universe which we call ‘home’. Beings, whether described as ‘people’ or not, are not stupid. I never make that mistake. I can see it in everyone’s eyes. It’s the place from which I am born and reborn to perpetuate that which has been previously described. It’s not rocket science and it’s not some deep dark secret to which the back-room boys pledge in-bred allegiance. Good…
I've Been Waiting
I must be quite the foreigner. It’s not okay with me that the populations which run wild all over this place run around with their eyes, ears and attention completely covered with anything and everything at hand in order to pretend that nothing is happening, that nothing is going on and that their personal little plight is nothing but an odd odor lifted from the prevailing winds with no purpose, destination or effect in mind. Oh, it’s just all a rambling ‘happenstance’. Don’t worry your pretty little head about it. Leave it all to the those who know better.