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Get your mind mixed up with this mental cocktail:
Verbosity
Verbosity occurs when you use more words than necessary to explain the
words that you really mean so that the people who are listening to you or
your audience or congregation or whatever these people may be can get a
clear picture of what you are saying from the start at the beginning
through the mid-point halfway to the stop at the end without losing track
of what you begun saying in the first place at the commencement of the
first sentence.
Silence
The one who said that silence is truly golden didn’t have to utter a
word – now don’t start saying I agree…
Right = Left?
In Britain
vehicles keep left. So naturally the bus stops are on the left side. The right
side for catching a bus is left; right? So this African guy was on the left
side and wanted to catch the bus and asked a by-passer, “am I on the right
side of the road to catch the bus?”
Reply: “no you are on the left side of the road – idiot”.
But the African guy was right because left is the right side for
catching the bus in Britain.
Left is right. So in Britain
one catches the bus on either side of the road; right? No, Left.
But it doesn’t matter anyway because left or right depends on the direction
you are facing in the first place.
Go Dutch?
You say we go Dutch? That sounds like double Dutch to me. And just where
the hell did you find the Dutch courage to ask?
True Love…
Love is by nature eternal. And yet people do fall out of love. There lies
the irony – even eternal love may one day have to end. A contradiction in
terms? Perhaps. But at the time of loving one has no choice but to know
it is eternal – otherwise it is not true love, it is something else. Love
is eternal. So two become one – each a side of the coin – she becomes the
other half of you who is the other half of her.
When you hate a person
Can you erase her from earth? Obliterate and deny her of existing in the
present as well as in the future? And, if you can do that, can you erase
her from the past, tell her mother to abort her before she is even born?
Can you?
When all is smashed…
And your world falls piece by piece, gets scattered all over and all
your dreams are shattered to many tiny bits; do you have the strength to
pick the pieces up? To collect enough pieces and fit them in the right
place so that you can live a meaningful life again? Do you have that
strength?
Titbits
A certain part of the female human anatomy (the one protruding at chest level)
seems to stir disproportionately strong associations. How else could one
explain phrases like:
- ‘bursting out of
the tank- top’ – when the generated pressure cannot squash a fly;
- ‘naughtily staring
at me’ – yet it is obvious there are no eyes;
- ‘being pierced by
the sharp bits’ – though it is common knowledge that the said bits
wouldn’t penetrate a crustless loaf?
Given the oral games that the males are wont to play with the bursting
(busting?) bits one can only conclude that many tongues and palates have
been pierced to bits. But the paradoxical greed for the piercing bits makes
people take in more than they can actually handle and as such the screams
of pain can only be muffled. No wonder the piercing pain is suffered in
silence.
Regurgitating the Pleasure
- Slow motion of
replay of that fantastic goal
- Going back to the
same romantic restaurant
- Yapping about the
fun that was
- Recording it on
video so that you can watch it again
- Reading this piece
again to get the point
Topsy Turvey World
- Rich old man marries
18 year beauty
- The sinners have a
helluva time on earth
- 25 % population
use up 75 % global energy
- Too much money in
just a few hands
- Pyramid standing
on its tip
- The rich stay in
prisons of high walls
- The lunatics take
over the asylum
Are you a modern day warrior?
A modern day warrior:
- Operates in the
urban jungle
- Fights corporate
battles
- Has a camouflage
character
- Dresses to kill
- Kills you a little
with a smile
- Double crosses
through double talk
- Deft at
using double-edged sword of double-coded messages
Lyrics to Test the Conscience
- Always chasing the
shiny apple? (from Tracy Chapman)
- What does it
profit a man to gain the whole world and lose his soul? (R. Kelly)
- What happens when
you open that ripe fruit and it is rotten to the core? (from Tracy
Chapman)
- How are you gonna
win if you ain’t right within? (Lauryln Hill)
- Why am I a
stranger in my own life? (Sheryl Crow)
No Change
- A new page in the
same book
- Different guards,
same prison
- New game, same
rules
- Running fast, but
getting nowhere
- New bottle, same drink
- New source, the
same garbage
Make the things
Concentrate your efforts
Squeeze some real things out of your intelligence, time, matter and energy.
Concentrate. Make the things.
Crystallize many wonderful things to use, to enjoy.
Be proud of the things – they are a crystallization of a unity of ideas.
How wonderful; how bountiful!
Make the things
To have something to smash
When you disagree.
Rapidly Receding Towards Me
As you run away from me
You’re rapidly receding towards me
The faster we part
The closer we get
The circle is closed
The faster you sprint
The further from home
The weaker you become
I’m the intractable
The obstacle
Between you and home
Mocking Emptiness
Hollow echoes
Burrow a path of smoke
Through my core
Recur to mock
A dark-scape
With horns of Lucifer
And eyes that flicker
A mouth agape
To swallow and sputter
Eerie silence
Pierced by sirens
A woeful black bird
Mourns the gloom
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