SEEING THROUGH the grey/gris areas

 

APRÈS MOI**

I must go on standing

You can’t break that which isn’t yours

I must go on standing

I’m not my own, it’s not my choice

 

Be afraid of the lame, they’ll inherit your legs

Be afraid of the old, they’ll inherit your souls

Be afraid of the cold, they’ll inherit your blood

Après moi, le deluge, after me comes the flood

 

I must go on standing

You can’t break that which isn’t yours*

I must go on standing

I’m not my own, it’s not my choice

 

Be afraid of the lame, they’ll inherit your legs

Be afraid of the old, they’ll inherit your souls

Be afraid of the cold, they’ll inherit your blood

Après moi le deluge, after me comes the flood

 

Be afraid of the lame, they’ll inherit your legs

Be afraid of the old, they’ll inherit your souls

Be afraid of the cold, they’ll inherit your blood

Après moi le deluge, after me comes the flood

 

Be afraid of the lame, they’ll inherit your legs

Be afraid of the old, they’ll inherit your souls

Be afraid of the cold, they’ll inherit your blood

Après moi le deluge, after me comes the flood

The flood

Make sure to see past the grey areas before they make you see red & muck you up

 

 *my own X “carot in the ruff” not only taught me this

but he also told me this in so many words… GO FIGURE

**AFTER ME by Peter Gabriel

 

 

When Approached By Marketers

 

“I” neglected to remember my own GOLDEN RULE today,

thereby exposing myself to what I have been wanting to avoid.

 Rather than following the steps of checking out a person first, ‘before’ I fall for their spiel

I let this individual put their foot in the door, so to speak,

and ended up having to remove them immediately

because they did not listen to me when I told them I was not interested.

They probably posted the same thing they do on all of their prospective targets…

just looking for a sale, without even getting a chance to get to know the person first,

or even striking up a diplomatic conversation with the customer or the consumer they are

trying to get them to trust in the 1st place to make the sale, if you catch my drift here.

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₪ Ramjet Pitala ₪ says (1:10 AM):

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Needless to say, I removed them immediately from my circle

without/sans giving them a second chance to parlay further…

after I laid it on the line, clear cut.

Remember the GOLDEN RULE before you get out of line…

…because “they” are the ones who are out of line to begin with.

The bottom line with me is this ~ if you really wanna make the grade or a sale, you had better back up your beliefs in your product

otherwise you will only be fooling yourself in the longrun. But this is only my opinion, of course. Do what you will with it.

The Elektricky Blue & Neon Purple Numero-Uno Flashlight

Chris “Angel”, Where Are You When I Need You?

 

What magically appeared flat damn in the middle of my desk today, AFTER I finished busily making the rounds, preparing coffee grounds, avoiding being ground into meat, and cleaning house this morning, shortly after I awoke:

Rocks, Sand and Reality…

A philosophy professor stood before his class and had some items in front of him. When class began, wordlessly he picked up a large empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with rocks, rocks about 2″ in diameter. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.

So, the professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles, of course, rolled into the open areas between the rocks. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.

The students laughed. The professor picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. “Now”, said the professor, “I want you to recognize that this is your life. The rocks are the important things – your family, your partner, your health, your children – anything that is so important to you that if it were lost, you would be nearly destroyed”.

The pebbles are the other things that matter – like your job, your house & your car. The sand is everything else, the “small stuff”. If you put the sand into the jar first, there is no room for the pebbles or the rocks. The same goes for your LIFE. If you spend all your energy and time on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you. Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical check-ups. Take your partner out dancing. There will always be time to go to work, clean the house, give a dinner party and fix the disposal.

The rocks in YOUR LIFE, they’re nothing but RIPPLES

Take care of the rocks first – the things that really matter.

Set your priorities. The rest is just “sand”.

 

What May Happen When Someone Runs Out Of Pot

I have heard of being babysat & having to be led to the loo, speaking from the perspective of someone who has ‘bin’ there & done that, fellas, and I felt the urge to jump to a good friend’s rescue today, a Mensch whom I respect to the point where I began one of my new profiles where I am a 5-star dingbat (supposedly) on his birthday, and since he is also named after a certain someone who I spent the longest time together with as a kinda puppy-love bitten lapdog, so to speak, I am showing you a fine example, Sir Paul, of what OUT OF THE POT & INTO THE FRYING PAN is really all about, especially when you really do not have Mary Jane or even the right handle that fits into the palm of your hand like a glove… & you can take that any way you wanna, chaps & girleez!

This is a copy of a magazine I still hold dear to me & keep good care of since the year of 1992, when I purchased this on a whim during my lunchbreak while visiting Farah’s Food Mart, which was then located beside the Hamilton-Burlington & District Real Estate Board where I worked as a data entry operator.

OCT 2002 VANITY FAIR MAdGe

As you can plainly see, your last hubby claimed to be COMPLETELY devoted to you, my dearest Blue bird of the flock, but only a dove will be able to see clearly without the aid of a dovetail joint, or so you Beatles’ members used to put it, that you will only be left out in the cold, in the long-run, just like that Black bird singing in the dead of night, and you’d better believe it, boy!

Other than that, I congratulate you, Sir Paul McCartney, and wish you the very best of luck, and that is why I have been faithfully listening to this album of yours where you so faithfully claim to believe in it, my main man! Either way, go for the gusto, BABYcakes! You only have 1 life to live.

FOOTnote: Li’l ë felt a rush of passionate fire & quickly rushed in to prepare this in 15 minutes (her numero-uno number, by the way), after studiously labouring today, in order to help her fellow man 😀

 

PSST! Before this bird flies the coop she would just like to mention, if you don’t already know, that she can kill several different types of birds, and all with 1 stone (a)*

*IN FULL view, for the public to see, while I was writing the very 1st blog ever, with my windows wide open for the world to see.

“Don’t blame God for world’s heartaches”

“Don’t blame God for world’s heartaches”.

“Don’t blame God for world’s heartaches”

“Don’t blame God for world’s heartaches”.

THE WALK IN THE PARK vs THE WALK

Robert Smith, SHAKING LIKE MILK

 

Robert Smith of The Cure had it down-pat when he sang in the song, How Beautiful You Are, about the reason why a person might hate another “in a flash”, and how he understood that no one ever knows or loves another, as portrayed in his lyrical poetry by a simple walk in the park by a couple who are “in love” up until the point when the one partner proclaims, in a very despicable & ignorant fashion, their partner should keep the beggar-family away, rather than admiring & appreciating (or even seeing) the beauty in them, while they stand there before them on the path, holding hands, and  this is what I gather most common-folk would do, along with feeling an sudden onrush of  pity & a sense of sorrow for these poor people whose “togetherness” should be held in awe, for their bond should be showing to us how a team operates, whether they are poor or rich, and in essence, we should be regarding them as equal in our eyes to any other family we might be bumping into at any given moment in the path of our lives.

Another song of The Cure’s, in which Robert is the lead-singer & also the writer of the lyrics to it (I believe), which in my opinion, are much, much more than just lyrics to a song that might be sung, and are really the epitomy of poetry that describes both the evil & good that is found in human nature.

I believe this sudden shock therapy to be the#2 warning signal of Non-Love & the most poisonous, in my opinion, next to a partner not making any effort to place a picture of their sidekick anywhere within their midst where anyone can see, admire & comment on it, which I see is the trend of most loving couples I have noticed over the course of my life so far, whether it be on their desks at work, or simply in a collection of family pictures arranged on a wall at any time throughout the term of a relationship they spend the majority of their time together in. The lack of love speaks a strong message in itself, no doubt about that, in little signals, often subliminal, just like the kinds you might come across at an intersection or a crosswalk while waiting to proceed.

If you ever find yourself in the position in which I’ve been describing to you, when one might hear the sound of a whistle shrieking into their ear, think to yourself, right off the bat, usually this type of sound ringing loud & clear in one’s noggin is probably associated with the start of a race we should be jumping right into, n’est pas/isn’t that right? So, the bottom line of what I’m getting at here is that one had better make a run for it, straight off the bat, at the onslaught of that sudden flash of thought-lightning that sets off “angels’ warning-sirens” , BEFORE you end up like the person Robert Smith took for THE WALK.

Take this all with a grain of salt, from the pro at going for a stroll with her dog in the park.

Fisher Königin

JOY became lackluster along the way

It’s really strange how some things outlast others. Take Dove, for instance; it’s still around after all these years, but JOY seems to have disappeared just like the Pledge (can) maid you used to see floating around like a breeze. When you see this from a cleaning administrator’s perspective, it can become rather tricky here ‘n’ there trying to get into the nooks & crannies that seem to have been missed somewhere along the lines of having become obsolete, as if this precious space might purposely have been neglected, even though it should be important to us & free for all. Let me shed some light on this by exposing the dust, perhaps by pulling back the 

CURTAINS

I used to know this old scarecrow

He was my song, my joy and sorrow

Cast alone between the furrows

Of a field no longer sown by anyone

1st 2 dandelion variations of Spring Wildflowers my Berry rolled upon

I held a dandelion

That said the time had come

To leave upon the wind

Not to return

When summer burned the earth again 

WTFever happened to the simple pleasures of skipping stones (Adam Sandler) no pun regarding being in a fever

Cultivate the freshest flower

This garden ever grew

Beneath these branches

I once wrote such childish words for you 

HOPSCOTCH is not all it is chalked up to be in this day & age

But that’s okay

There’s treasure children always seek to find

And just like us

You must have had

A once upon a time

  

Songwriters, Elton John & Bernie Taupin

These are people who composed the song  about how

JOY became lackluckster along the way…

LET US PICK UP THE PACE A BIT IN POLISHING IT BACK TO

LIFE!

 

FOREIGN EXCHANGE

Thank-you for taking the time to write to me in various languages, often misunderstood, my friends.

While many of us that I’ve been meeting in the net

who spend a lot of time here, are in some type of turmoil & discomfort, to boot
(if we only could, IF WE ONLY COULD…)
 
for the time-being, we have each other to help ease our woes

for we are all in the same boat,
most of us here in this circle,
by having been involved in some type of injury that has incapacitated us,
or have been befallen by other pretty hefty disasters,
or even just being born with certain diseases that other people cannot understand until you really get to know them,
like the “drowsy” disease that my good friend Clark Kent* has, for instance,
and also the “shunned” ones of us (myself included) for being oddballs (to put it mildly)
or for feeling free to exercise our freedom of choice over our sexual preferences,
plus there are a lot of single parents & children needing attention here,
including the ever-increasing amount of teenagers who need guidance and a little bit of extra attention,
and lest we forget the elderly who are neglected as well.
 
The ones that are also being added now are the people who are bashed just for the names they carry
(believe it or not, for instance “gundogdo” which is common Turkish),
and of course,
the ones who choose to express themselves quite artistically & controversially through their artwork endeavours,
ultimately provoking negative reactions that were not meant to influence the narrow-minded.
 
Either way, I am glad you’re my friend & you are all very special to me, and I will always be there for you in any way
so what are you waiting for, let’s kick some MAJOR(ESS) ARSS,

big time! 

PS  Have ya noticed how the boy is a little smaller than the girl? That is a rhetorical Q.

 

*pseudonym

 

Over Glorified Meat

Face it, people! We all suck in every single aspect of the word. That is one sure thing we all have in common with each other, other than being a suck when we’re moaning & groaning while complaining about silly things when we think that we’re not getting our rightful share and that life sucks in general. 

We all begin by sucking our thumbs straight-up (most of us, anyway) while we’re in our mothers’ wombs, and if it wasn’t for the medicinal & enriching qualities of the birth-milk we need to sustain ourselves, most of us would not have the advantage in getting a better head-start in life. Many people are taken off the nipple too soon, and it is my belief that this encourages thumb-sucking practices later on in life & well beyond the toddler years.

Most of us love to dine on choice cuts of meat that are also the product of farm animals that have been weaned & have only been nourished by nursing on mother’s milk alone, “before” they even get a chance to eat any other type of fodder. In this case, I see it as the sucks dining on the sucks.

Some cats are taken off the nipple too soon, as you can see from this photo I took

 

I get a real kick out of the name we give to meat that comes from a cow that has also not had a chance to nibble at the finer spread of turf mother nature has provided when we label it as “glorified steak”. Who, might I ask here, is the one who is really in their glory, in this case when a breast-feeding life is at stake at the expense of a few tender little morsels to satisfy someone’s palate – all wrapped up in fancy-schmancy pink paper & stamped with a label that draws big crowds & big bucks, without a second thought about it, as we often do with other big-ticket items available to us. And just think, it all goes through the same process as other things we consume, and straight down, into the old hole in the ground.

  …and some cat-nip, of course! Now I also understand the reason why Irish folk love to dance the jig, because their famous Irish Dexter cow is weaning young-uns who often weigh in over 200 lbs more than their own mother after nursing from her milk for only a matter of a few months! Not only do the spoiled-rotten children of the world love to dine on suckling pig & the whitest veal in the spread, they choose other foods to take their sucking fantasies out on, like slippery spaghetti, sweet ‘n’ sour gummy worms, & creamy, dripping ice-cream cones, to name a few.

 

   Getting saucy, are we?

 

My friend & I were recently killing ourselves laughing (meaning, there were never-ending tears streaming down from our faces) over a few simple little words: TITS IN MY HAIR, that we kept repeating all weekend like a rap-artist would in one of their zany songs, because when you really think about it, this is what life really boils down to, doesn’t it?

So the next time one of your kids, your hubby or someone else you might know is getting on your case & acting like a suck about things when they should just be sucking it up & forgetting about it altogether, you can start dancing around in front of them like a lunatic and belt out at the top of your lungs, over & over & over again, and as many times as you like & you feel is necessary in eliminating the blues, TITS IN MY HAY-AIRRRRRRRRRRRRR!  If that doesn’t do the trick, you can always resort to singing that Prözzak song,  SUCKS TO BE YOU.

 This is another way you can pacify a suck

 

With that said, I shall bid you adieu, sucks!

& fogataboutit! (an artistic endeavour of mine)

 

Getting laced