Tags : children
Sometimes I feel like Charlton Heston when he udders that memorial line: “Let my people go.”
The world beckons with outrageous tentacles writhing this way and that as a heat-seeking missile looking to meet up with it’s target. Once joined as one, another victim can be added to the ever-growing list. Record keeping has got to be a bear.
Children love to play games. Beyond the veil of ignorance there are no children because there is no growing up to do. All of that has been left far, far behind.
The weather is fine and dandy, the food pleasant and filling, the company agreeable. Everything is quite balanced and harmonic. Nothing to see here, move along. Some things never change and in appearance the embrace of stupidity is held out as a…
This planet loves playing Barbie dolls. It’s all the rage to ‘pretend’ that one’s self is some sort of a sockpuppet, to be used and abused to no end. How quaint. In that respect, finding those who have grown up becomes a special event….