(Written originally sometime between 2001-2003)
So I’m watching Conan O’Brien, he’s doing his monologue and he says: “Vice President Dick Cheney is in great health for someone the age Strom Thurmond”.
To which I say “that’s funny, because Strom Thurmond is like 87 and the oldest senator to serve in the US”
Now how the hell do I know that?
It’s because I’m living in a society that is bombarded by Americanization
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
(Originally written 2:15AM,September 23, 2000)
Why do you think it’s freezing cold in outer space?
Why do you think a vacuum is so cold?
Why do you think a meteor only burns up in the atmosphere?
Why does electricity make a whole lot of heat?
How can the Aliens that have travelled to earth move so fast?
Are they tapped into spontaneous energy that we don’t know of?
When will we manipulate the brain for greater purposes?
Do we have to use hormones to stimulate this way of thought?
Is there not always a person - often normal - that manages to make a breakthrough?
There was something different - that made them think like that way wasn’t there
Why do you think it’s freezing cold in outer space?
Why do you think a vacuum is so cold?
Why do you think a meteor only burns up in the atmosphere?
Why does electricity make a whole lot of heat?
How can the Aliens that have travelled to earth move so fast?
Are they tapped into spontaneous energy that we don’t know of?
When will we manipulate the brain for greater purposes?
Do we have to use hormones to stimulate this way of thought?
Is there not always a person - often normal - that manages to make a breakthrough?
There was something different - that made them think like that way wasn’t there
(Originally written 4:53pm, June 22, 2002)
Going along the weather beaten road I chanced to notice the clouds above me. The clouds were illuminated by the brilliance of the sun of which I had never seen before.
As I looked upon the clouds the layers were each designated with a ray of light, giving it depth, so that you could see all the curves and total shape of these clouds.
A sun beam shined down beautifully upon a slight patch of land recently caressed by rain. The trees of an enormous colour green, the grass a fine contrast to the leaves playfully blowing in the gale.
Further along the road I seen the sunbeam dance along the land, shining upon, beautifying, paying homage to each piece of land, as if it were its turn to get up and speak.
I followed with my eyes this sunbeam until a flock of birds - hundreds of sparrows flew together into the light - It was the most beautiful array of nature’s wealth I have ever seen.
Going along the weather beaten road I chanced to notice the clouds above me. The clouds were illuminated by the brilliance of the sun of which I had never seen before.
As I looked upon the clouds the layers were each designated with a ray of light, giving it depth, so that you could see all the curves and total shape of these clouds.
A sun beam shined down beautifully upon a slight patch of land recently caressed by rain. The trees of an enormous colour green, the grass a fine contrast to the leaves playfully blowing in the gale.
Further along the road I seen the sunbeam dance along the land, shining upon, beautifying, paying homage to each piece of land, as if it were its turn to get up and speak.
I followed with my eyes this sunbeam until a flock of birds - hundreds of sparrows flew together into the light - It was the most beautiful array of nature’s wealth I have ever seen.
(Originally Written May 13, 2002)
I remember how proud I was that Christmas. It must have been 1986 and I got a pack of wooden pencils with my name engraved upon them. That, I remember was a great Christmas, I felt very happy and warm, everything seemed the way it should.
That Christmas we got some more Lego blocks and a plinko game.
I remember going to bed one night after playing in the living room, the pot lights in the ceiling were on and illuminated the red carpet. The orange lights shone down giving the carpet a brilliant colour that seemed like if you licked it, it would taste like orange Kool-Aid.
That night we left the Lego blocks on the floor without having to clean up our mess.
It was snowing
I remember how proud I was that Christmas. It must have been 1986 and I got a pack of wooden pencils with my name engraved upon them. That, I remember was a great Christmas, I felt very happy and warm, everything seemed the way it should.
That Christmas we got some more Lego blocks and a plinko game.
I remember going to bed one night after playing in the living room, the pot lights in the ceiling were on and illuminated the red carpet. The orange lights shone down giving the carpet a brilliant colour that seemed like if you licked it, it would taste like orange Kool-Aid.
That night we left the Lego blocks on the floor without having to clean up our mess.
It was snowing
Friday, June 17, 2011
I want to hold you in my arms once more and look out upon the city which was mine and is yours to come.
In my younger years when time was on my side and youthful ignorance on yours.
A time when responsibility was yet to be taken as serious as it is now and sleeping in - missing class - was as easily justified as deciding not to brush your teeth before going to bed on nights that you didn’t have the energy to do so.
To hold you once more in hopes of selfishly capturing the feeling of excitement and endless possibilities a new relationship brings and the carefree comfort that those hormones release in your veins.
I know it will never be the same with you in my arms, I just lust for the nostalgia.
In my younger years when time was on my side and youthful ignorance on yours.
A time when responsibility was yet to be taken as serious as it is now and sleeping in - missing class - was as easily justified as deciding not to brush your teeth before going to bed on nights that you didn’t have the energy to do so.
To hold you once more in hopes of selfishly capturing the feeling of excitement and endless possibilities a new relationship brings and the carefree comfort that those hormones release in your veins.
I know it will never be the same with you in my arms, I just lust for the nostalgia.
Sleepover at Nans
I was excited to sleepover at my Nan’s, the first time in perhaps 20 years or more. It was always a place where sleep came easily and the sense of comfort and well being was omnipresent.
I was excited if it would bring me back to my childhood and the way my feet always felt warm in the bed and how the lights of the passing cars would create silhouettes on the ceiling and walls as they approached and then passed the house. Each time I heard a vehicle coming I would open my eyes and look toward the ceiling and walls but the silhouettes did not appear. A second time I heard a vehicle coming and did the same thing, and again no silhouettes. It was then that I realized there was no way for the light to shine upon the window as it did some 20 years ago because since then 2 houses have been built next to Nan’s house and they block the a view of the road. If one looked out the window back then it that gave the viewer a field of vision some several hundred uninterrupted feet. Now the nearest window is about 30 feet away and situated nearly right on the road.
Pity how things change.
I was excited if it would bring me back to my childhood and the way my feet always felt warm in the bed and how the lights of the passing cars would create silhouettes on the ceiling and walls as they approached and then passed the house. Each time I heard a vehicle coming I would open my eyes and look toward the ceiling and walls but the silhouettes did not appear. A second time I heard a vehicle coming and did the same thing, and again no silhouettes. It was then that I realized there was no way for the light to shine upon the window as it did some 20 years ago because since then 2 houses have been built next to Nan’s house and they block the a view of the road. If one looked out the window back then it that gave the viewer a field of vision some several hundred uninterrupted feet. Now the nearest window is about 30 feet away and situated nearly right on the road.
Pity how things change.
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