funny how one person can be so many all at the same time.
still don't know that I know that they still don't know that I know
that they are still watching me. Its a tough thing to live with
believe me, because they are still everywhere.
can't escape them, no matter how hard you try. They appear when
you are sitting at the supper table with your midnight bowl of cornflakes
and cream, just as they appear when you fall asleep tending the
cucumbers in the hothouse in mid-afternoon. They nag you to get
a better job, one you don't keep falling asleep at. To use milk
instead of cream.
you pay them too much mind you eventually become one of them, only
a troubled variety, one constantly hearing echoes of something vaguely
familiar but which isn't there any more. When you reach this point
in life's continuum that's when you become aware of them.
am certain you will remember that day of awakening when you first
realised that they existed. It was a struggle then, wasn't it, trying
to disassociate from the concept of them and us. Schoolteachers
and tramps warn of the dangers, muttering nervously in dark corridors.
And so we go on trying to righteously protect ourselves from ourselves
never realising the harm we might cause.
know all about them. That's why they make us laugh. Not because
they are funny, but because they know about them and we
think that's funny. But hang on here, to the comedian,
aren't we just still more of them?
don't know. Can you remember the day a blackboard eraser bounced
off your head as you tried in vain to hide behind the raised lid
of your school desk? It was all quite acceptable then. Good
if someone threw a missile aimed at my head I'd feel entitled to
go and tear their head off. And today the teachers moan about
student behaviour. Maybe, just maybe they brought some of that
upon themselves, en masse like.
is it they, or them, or us? Are we really that fragmented?
LIPSTICK, BEARDS & BULL
paint their faces and their lips. Why? To enhance their sexual allure essentially for their own ultimate gratification.
Or more pertinently, to strengthen their belief that they are enhancing
their sexual allure. Given that, it is indeed strange that by far
the majority of women reject by far the majority of men that they
allure. The web of deceit is woven to trap the unwary.
have become unfortunate victims of commercialism to the point where
in the main they no longer have any idea of exactly who or what
they really are.
This is a stance of conflict brought about by immersion in a pre-existing
environment. It also wastes many years of a woman's life to confusion.
do beards fit in with this? A little like the widely adopted view
that human sweat is 'unsociable' whereas synthesised chemical smells
are OK. If you don't keep a sharp lookout you will get sucked into
the wrong place in life altogether until eventually, often too late,
you realise you have missed the real lollipop
of life. Walk the planet forever looking to ease your deep craving
for personal happiness believing that maybe it lies beneath the
roots of a tree bole in Borneo. Hardly, but perhaps.
bull? I'll leave you here to figure that one out for yourself.
If you have read this before and expected
something different, please accept my apology. I did ponder for
a time over either changing, updating or altogether renewing the
page. In the end I asked my doppelgänger to help and it came up
with the idea of adding a title. After thinking about that for a
while, I decided it was probably a good idea, so that was that.
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