Ffolkes,
~~ Lennon/McCartney ~~
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As consciousness reluctantly returns, reality assumes its normal 3 AM look, a rather fuzzy, amorphous vision, darkly blunted. Stumbling up, heavy-lidded & dizzy, bumping into walls & doorways, the smell of coffee draws me inexorably into the kitchen, to meld sugar, milk, and brewed, crushed beans into morning’s ambrosia. The first sip, as always, brings the world into focus, sharpening the edges of my perception, until, finally, I can lift my eyes up, to look out the window at the darkness of the pre-dawn darkness, where amorphous shadows twist and dance, a silent, windy ballet.
Not too bad for a zombie, eh? Can’t seem to get my brain going today, no matter how hard I flog it…. Something MUST be done!…. I know, I’ll stop writing, and go get more coffee, the first cup having mysteriously disappeared. I could have sworn it was a lot bigger, but, I guess I just sucked it up as if somebody would snatch it away from me. Be back in a couple of nanoseconds…. Is there another kind, when on a computer?….
Okay, so, that didn’t work. Since over 5 million nanoseconds have passed since last typing, I can’t say I saved myself much time by taking a short break. Ah well, it’s just as well. Somebody was going to have to make an executive decision soon, anyway, or the rental on the overheads would have run out before we had a chance to pay the bill. Of course. all that’s on autopay, but, ya never know. I like to keep track…. No, I have no idea where ANY of that came from….
Ah, the hell with it, I can’t think of any more tricks, or delays that would help; it’s all going to turn to crap, more so than it already has, if I try. That does it…. Okay, ffolkes, we’re now going directly to the oyster beds, with no more detours. I’m using our most efficient, ruthless method, so, please make sure the splash-guards are in place. Hang on to your neighbor’s hand, and, if you have a god, you should probably pray to it…. Okay, Vinnie, take her down!….
Shall we Pearl?
“Four thousand throats may be cut in one night by a running man.” — Klingon Soldier, “Day of the Dove,” stardate unknown
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There have been scientific studies made that prove the genius of Mozart’s music. Students who listen to Mozart while studying score significantly better than students who don’t; as well, if his music is played during a test, EVERYONE who takes it scores better than when it isn’t played. So, here is about 3 and a half hours of his best stuff; use the time well, ffolkes. Whatever you do, you’ll do it better…. No shit.
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Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart: Symphonies 38-41
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Ffolkes…. Today, I feel like NOT ranting. Yes, there is much about which to rant in today’s world. For today, it can all go to hell, as far as I’m concerned. My brain is taking the day off to contemplate the workings of peace….
So be it.
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Anyone who comes here a lot will know this lady’s work. She is one of my favorite modern poets; I found her on WordPress very soon after starting to blog here….. Ever since, I am continuously astounded by the depth of her talent as a poet; she has an amazing connection to herself, and a unique vision; what more should anyone need?…. What she does with that is amazing…. I’ve included a link to her site after the poem, so you can check out her other work…. Enjoy, please; you will, if you have ANY taste at all….
Old memories of Paris, café au latte,
iron wrought on a kitchen sink
where she slimmed her figure
on a butcher block.
She dangled like a wind chime,
toes on pointe,
testing the winds and
the Gods on
Wisdom of Love.
Pretty little music box, my doll,
bathing in sunlight
through reflections of The Tower at
dawn. I asked her what she saw.
Her answer was as black as a widow
living off space between sun flower seeds.
I turned to her soul and spoke
to her in cotton,
she understood,
souls always understand what is next,
and why.
I led her to confession.
She rattled all the way,
dangling eight unworthy legs –
shooting silk like
it meant nothing,
because that is all she had ever known.
By sunset, she had dried up.
Everything that she had devoured
had taken over
and spit her spirit out.
~~ Maggie Mae ~~
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Okay, so…. this pearl is, well, I don’t know what this pearl is. It’s here. It’s done. That’s all I know…. We all will have to deal with that, now, won’t we? We’d best get to it….
“Reality is what bumps into you when you stand still with your eyes open.” — Solomon Short
“Even death is not to be feared by one who has lived wisely.” — Buddha
“Stop thinking, and end your problems.” — Lao Tzu
“Virtue is the golden mean between two vices, the one of excess and the other of deficiency.” — Aristotle (B.C. 384-322)
“Ordinary riches can be stolen, real riches cannot. In your soul are infinitely precious things that cannot be taken from you.” — Oscar Wilde
“He who has so little knowledge of human nature as to seek happiness by changing anything but his own disposition will waste his life in fruitless efforts.” — Samuel Johnson (1709-1784)
May it be beautiful before me.
May it be beautiful behind me.
May it be beautiful below me.
May it be beautiful above me.
May it be beautiful all around me.
In beauty it is finished.
~~ Navaho Night Chant ~~
Works for me…. You may go on now….
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What happened? Did we finish? Oh, okay, I see by the condition of the pilot (passed out in the cabin…), we have. I think it’s best if I stop now. See y’all tomorrow, ffolkes…. Well, with the usual caveat, of course…. – if they don’t get me for this one….
and May the Metaphorse be with you;
Blessed Be, dearest Carole, Mark,Theresa, & Richy
and everyone else, too…
When I works, I works hard.
When I sits, I sits loose.
When I thinks, I falls asleep.
Which is Why….
Sometimes I sits and thinks,
and sometimes,
I just sits.
gigoid, the dubious
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À bientôt, mon cherí….
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