Three AM

Say to your self “Go to sleep - pleasant dreams”. :slight_smile:

Knock, knock.
Who’s there?
Is that a trick question?
Come in.
Thank you. How are you? I hope I’m not disturbing you.
I am rather busy. Having said that, I was about to put the kettle on. Perhaps you could do that for me.
Not a problem.

Seven or eight minutes later.

What brings you to the office? If you don’t mind me saying, you’re looking a tad forlorn.
I don’t think I’m long for this world.
You’ve put sugar in my tea.
I thought you took sugar.
Not for a while now. Anyhow – why so forlorn?
Can I ask you a question?
Another?
I beg your pardon?
No matter. What do you want to ask?
How old were you when you first realised that your parents had spent the formative years of your life lying to you on a regular basis?
I don’t believe my parents have ever told me a lie.
No?
Certainly not. Anyway, what brings you to the office?
Parents make lying acceptable.
Crikey, you are forlorn. Cheer up, sunshine, ‘tis the season to be jolly! Now then, drink your tea and piss off. I’m busy.
How much milk do you suppose Santa Claus drinks in one night?
Say what?
Christmas is a celebration of Christ’s birth.
It is indeed.
Jesus said: “I am the way, the truth, and the life.”
And…?
And what?
“No one comes to the Father except through Me.”
Why are you laughing? He didn’t mean Father Christmas.

To be continued.

My tooth came out and the Easter Bunny put some money under my pillow.

1-11

Aunque hablo con las lenguas de los hombres y de los ángeles y no tengo amor,
Me estoy convirtiendo en un latón sonoro o un platillo que suena.

Bien que je parle avec les langues des hommes et des anges et que je n’ai pas d’amour,
Je suis devenu comme des cuivres qui sonnent ou une cymbale cliquetis.

Iako govorim jezicima ljudi i anđela i nemam ljubavi,
Postajem kao zvučanje mesinga ili simbal.

Макар да говоря с езиците на човеците и на ангелите и не обичам,
Ставам като месинг или чинбал.

雖然我說話的人和天使的舌頭,並沒有愛,
我變成了發聲黃銅或叮噹的圓環。

Selvom jeg taler med tunger af mænd og engle og har ikke kærlighed,
Jeg er blevet så klingende messing eller en klirrende bækken.

Iako govorim jezicima ljudi i anđela i ne volim,
Ja sam postao kao zvuk mesinga ili clanging cimbal.

I když mluvím jazyky lidí a andělů a nemám lásku,
Stávám se jako znějící mosaz nebo cinkající činel.

Hoewel ik spreek met de tongen van mensen en engelen en heb geen liefde,
Ik word zo klinkende koper of een kletterende bekken.

Vaikka puhunkin miesten ja enkelten kielillä, enkä rakasta,
Minusta on tullut kuin kuulostava messinki tai sätkynymbaali.

Αν και μιλάω με τις γλώσσες των ανθρώπων και των αγγέλων και δεν έχω αγάπη,
Είμαι γίνει ως ηχεί ορείχαλκο ή ένα κύμβαλα.

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“For the more languages a man can speak,
His talent has but sprung the greater leak;
And, of the industry he has spent upon’t,
Must full as much some other way discount.
The Hebrew, Chaldee, and the Syriac
Do, like their letters, set men’s reason back,
And turn their wits that strive to understand it
(Like those that write the characters) left-handed.
Yet he that is but able to express
No sense at all in several languages,
Will pass for learneder than he that’s known
To speak the strongest reason in his own.”

Samuel Butler

“I’m going to go thread by thread and fucking humiliate every single person on this site, one by one. I’m glad I got banned off all my social media. Fucking bunch of cunts. I’m so fucking hard.”

I am old. Times change. Smite. When I was younger, no one referred to anyone else as being a Cunt. I say no one… On the very very rare occasions when that particular label was used, you may be certain that a fight would very quickly erupt.

I think it extremely rude, and disrespectful, to refer to someone as a Cunt, particularly when you have neither met nor spoken to that person. I suppose I am a little old-fashioned.

Apparently, nowhere is it on record that Socrates said: “The only thing I know, is that I know nothing.”
Well I know less! With that thought in mind, let the humiliation begin. Purge yourself of your pain, Sir.
Love you! :slight_smile:

*The staff at PCH&N would like to thank Google translate.

Waited patiently.

And whilst waiting, unearthed a passage from the best part of 40 years ago. A period of introspection How long should such a period last? :-k :-k :-k

It was probably penned at 3am. I doubt that it’s 3am right at this moment, but it’s an ongoing dilemma.

Imbeciles and fools, and they’re bending all the rules,
Forgetting there’s a human being sitting here.
Our Walter! Or, in Oprah Winfrey terms… the inner voice. Oprah tends to think that the inner voice is the voice of God. Who am I to argue with Oprah Winfrey? I only managed to catch a glimpse, but from what I was able to gather they were discussing Intuition.
“What’s Intuition, our Walter?”
“Read Jung – The Integration of the Personality.”
“Thank you.”
Was it to my advantage? I developed a vague understanding of the Law of Cause and Effect. Hence, when I sat, listening to my daughter’s teacher telling me that my daughter needs to learn to pay attention… “For example, when I read them a book…”
At which point my mind wandered – travelling back in time – seeking the cause… Stop!
Recently, I had the good fortune to be stood outside my daughter’s classroom whilst the teacher read a story to the class. While she read, her mind wandered – the children became restless – she made the story sound dull. It may have been the case that she was preparing a meal – or perhaps she was picturing a secret rendezvous. Whatever it may have been, the children lost interest. She picked on one or two of the children and insisted that the pay attention - while I read you this ‘dull story’.

License!

“But Miss, I am a child of God – I am spontaneous, I am intuitive – I am Love personified.”
“Yes, well, we’ll soon make you forget about all of that nonsense.”
“But Miss, aren’t you a child of God? Aren’t we all God’s children?”
“Listen, little boy…”
“I do miss! I listen all the time – I listen to my inner voice!”
“Well, if you wish to learn, you’d best stop listening to your inner voice, and listen to me!”
“But he tells me you’re wrong, Miss!”
“Oh he does, does he? Well, will you and your inner voice come to the front of the classroom.”
“Yes Miss.”
“Stand there.”
“Yes Miss.”
“Now then, this inner voice of yours…” the teacher is distracted. “Why have you got your hand up. Sophie?”
“Please Miss, I’ve got an inner voice, as well.”
“Have you indeed? Come to the front, Sophie.”
“Yes Miss.”
The teacher opens a desk drawer. “Stand next to Peter.”
“Yes Miss.”
“Okay. Do you see this plimsoll I have in my hand?”
“Yes miss.”
“Yes miss”
“Yes – Miss Tagen!” the teacher is vexed.
“Yes, Miss Tagen.”
“Yes, Miss Tagen.”
“What does your inner voice have to say about this gym shoe, Peter?”
“He says, I shouldn’t be afraid, Miss.”
“Miss Tagen!!”
“Miss Tagen.”
“Sophie? What about you? What does your inner voice have to say?”
“There is nothing to fear but fear itself, Miss.”
“Tagen! Miss Tagen.”
“Miss Tagen.”
“I see, The pair of you – bend over the table, please.”
The teacher brings the shoe down on Peter’s backside. Thwack!!!
“What does it say - now, Peter?”
“Though I walk through the valley of death…”
Thwack. The teacher strikes the child again.
“Now then, Sophie… What does your inner voice have to say?”
“It says you should listen to Peter’s inner voice.”
THWACK. The teacher strikes Sophie.
“Peter?”
“Please, Miss Tagen. It tells me you should hit me and NOT Sophie.”
“Go and sit down, the pair of you.” The teacher casts a glance over the rest of the class. “Now… is there anyone else who thinks they have an inner voice?”
Silence.

Meanwhile, in a classroom down the corridor. “Two twos are four – three twos are six – four twos are eight…”

Meanwhile in a classroom – further down the corridor.
“Sit up straight,” the teacher demands. “Pay attention! I will say it one more time, for the benefit of those who were not listening on the first two occasions… If a man walks in to a shop with three pounds in his pocket, how many choggs can he buy if each chogg costs twenty five pence?”
“Please sir, what’s a chogg?”
“Nothing boy – it’s purely symbolic.”
“Please sir, what’s symbolic?”
At which point there is a knock at the door. Outside stand Sophie and Peter.
“Come in.”
“Please sir, Miss Tagen asked us to bring the register down.”
“Thank you, children. Put it over there with the others.”
The children do as instructed and are about to take their leave.
The teacher stops them. “Before you go back to your classroom… does either one of you know what the term ‘symbolic’ means? Sophie? Peter?”
“No Sir.”
“Afraid not, Sir.”
Turning to the class, the teacher asks, “Does anyone in the class have any idea?” No answer is forthcoming. He turns his attention back to Sophie. “What does your inner voice tell you, Sophie?”
Sophie bows her head, “I don’t have an inner voice sir.”
“Nonsense! We all have an inner voice, don’t we Peter. What does your inner voice tell you, Peter?”
Peter bows his head. “I don’t have one, Sir.”
The teacher chuckles. “Does anyone in the class have an inner voice?”
All hands go up.
“There you are, Peter – Sophie… I suggest you go back to your class and ask Miss Tagen to explain all about your inner voice. Ask her to explain things like spontaneity, intuition… dare I say it, LOVE.”
The two children remain silent. They take their leave.
“Now then…” the teacher turns his attention back to the lesson. “Where were we?”
“Symbollocks, sir.” A lone voice calls. There is muffled laughter.
“Ah yes, symbolic. Incidentally, children… Miss Tagen will be your class teacher next term.”
One or two of the boys cheer. Miss Tagen is a bit of a looker.

Sun Jul 11, 2021 3:00 am Post
and in the Copa, Argentina beat Brazil…
first major win for Messi with Argentina…
after 9 tries… good for him…

Kropotkin

Time and a place, Kropotkin…

More from the 1980’s… when ‘we’ were in fight and flight mode! :slight_smile:

OTHER THAN THAT

So higher and higher they flew until they were completely out of sight.
“We are completely out of sight,” one remarked to the other.
“But we still have each other.”
Together they flew higher.
“What happens if we get too high?”
“Let’s find out,” the one said to the other.
Together they flew higher.
“Are you sure we’re doing the right thing?” One said to the other.
“I think you’ll find I am following you. I have no idea whether it’s right or wrong.
Together they flew higher.
“I am a little frightened,” one said to the other.
“It is because you are entering the unknown. You have been listening to far too many rumours.”
Together they flew higher.
“Look up there,” the one said to the other.
“What is it?” The other replied.
“I have no idea. It’s too far away.”
“Should we fly higher?”
“Would you have us go back?”
“What is it?”
Together they flew higher.
“It looks a little bigger,” the one said to the other.
“It’s because we are getting closer,” the other replied.
“What is it?” The one asked the other.
“It is far too small, I cannot tell,” the other replied.
Together they flew higher.
“We appear to be getting closer,” the one said to the other.
“It appears to be getting bigger,” the other replied.
“I am a little frightened,” the one said to the other.
“Do you think there is any need to be frightened?” The other replied.”
“It’s getting bigger,” the one said to the other.
“It is clearly visible.” The other replied.
Together they flew higher.
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CALLING CALLING[/u][/b]

Thank you for calling - your calling made me smile,
Which is something I’ve been chasing for quite a little while.
It was stolen many years ago when I was called to war.
Now the universal soldier is returning with the score.
Yes! You walk into a war zone when you visit me!
The troops are all on standby, we’re about to set them free.
The war doesn’t get forgotten when I step outside the door,
And I’m sick to death of fighting and I won’t take any more!
NO! NO! NO!
I’ve suffered in silence for many a year
Felt everyone’s pain, and cried every tear
Felt everyone’s ignorance
Seen for myself
The public is stupid
In very poor health
In need of a tonic – in need of a smile
Which is where you come in
Cos it’s been quite a while
Since the public –
Those people who stand at the bar
The public – those people who drive in a car
The public – those people who work making guns
To sell to the public
To give to their sons
To shoot one another
Preferably one
That’s the whole point of having a gun
Because the public’s very stupid
The public’s in ill-health
The public know no values
Save for adding to their wealth
Which is all the public taught them
Which is all the public knew
The teacher’s no no better
Hence the public’s in a stew.
Because no one knows no values
No one speaks the Truth
No one knows the real world
Of which we are living proof
Divine inspired creatures
That’s like you and me
Everything we touch, we touch, is where it’s meant to be.
Stupid, that’s the word
We are stupid through and through
If the public isn’t stupid
Then how the bleeding stew?
Mentally deficient
God-inspired too…
The Universal soldier
With some seasoning for the stew.
Winter is upon us
Dark days are up ahead
I’m not that bleeding stupid
I’m taking to my bed.
I’m going back to nature
I’m a hedgehog as we speak
Next week I’ll be a tortoise
God knows they’re awfully meek.
Because the meek are not as meek as those who think they’re meek and mild.
For goodness sake don’t anger them
Don’t make the buggers wild.
There’s a world of wrath, they tell me
In God-protected kings
You should not upset the lion, lest the lion should sprout wings.
Which is something to amaze,
To make the world stand up and sing
There’s no finer sight in nature than a lion on the wing
Which is really rather perfect
Which is why I went to war
I could have been a footballer
I could have been a whore
I could have got a fortune for the gifts that nature gives
But I died to all that bollocks and now my spirit lives
Yes I burned the bloody papers
Now there’s a fire in my heart
It’s about to sweep the nation
And this is just the start.

SETTLED

And now the matter is settled –
Material
Is immaterial
Materially I’m lost
And cannot put a price upon
I cannot tell the cost
I’ve no wish to be a martyr
God knows I’m not a saint.
But is it fair I should suffer?
Must I suffer in your name
You’re the friggin criminals
Yet it’s me that get’s the blame.
I feel everything that you feel
And then I feel some more
I suffer for you ignorance
That you might know the Law
Not your fancy man-made laws
Re-written every day
This Law is eternal
This is justice all the way
You shouldn’t mock the spirit –
Not the spirit of the child
You don’t play games with Nature
It’s unwise to make her wild
For I’ve heard it said – in bygone days…

Do I have to wear these shoes?

It’s the 80’s, they’re all the rage. They’re platform heels.

I very nearly broke my ankle.

Never mind, are we ready?

No, no. Look towards the camera. That’s fine. This time, try and maintain eye contact.

Action.

Cut.

What?

Maintain eye contact.

It’s tough. I’ve never met the fella.

Annnnd Action.

What are you looking at?

Cut! Don’t look down. Answer the question. Someone get him a script. Cor! Good Lord. Action.

It’s the shoes. I’m trying to keep my balance.

Cut. Forget the shoes. Eye contact, it has to look real. Action.

What are you looking at?

I’m looking at you.

Gordon Bennett! What was that for?

Cut. Okay next scene, luvvies.

Who starts?

Good Lord, he still hasn’t read the script?

Act 2 - it’s you, darling. Action.

That was some hit. I reckon he’s broken my nose.

Who are you talking to?

Cut.

What?

I went to see Jack Savoretti, earlier. He happened to be performing about half a mile from where I live. About six weeks ago it occurred to me to purchase eight tickets. Me, my wife, two daughters, with partners, and two grandchildren. I forgot. My sister informed me on Thursday, he was appearing on Sunday - “he has sold out”, she told me.
Long story short, my daughter (an internet influencer) came up with eight tickets - two of them VIP!
I told her it was time to use her influence, concerning the weather.

The concert was phenomenal. Pure Joy!
Thank you, Max White, The Christians (proper '80’s throwback) and Mister Jack Savoretti. Pure Joy.
It rained all day. Thunder and lightning. Torrential rain. The forecast for the evening was rain, thunder and lightning. Or Lightning and Thunder. Having received the news, I suggested that my two grandchildren should begin cloudbursting - a la Kate Bush! (1985?) They did. I have the great good fortune to be able to see my grandchildren’s house from my garden. If I whistle, one or other will come to their bedroom window. More often than not, my grandson will arrive, five minutes later, with a football.

Today, I merely suggested that they do some cloudbursting. My two daughters would not have needed telling.
Again - long story - the rain ceased when the Christians took the stage.
And ceased, until the moment when Jack Savoretti left the stage - without, may I say, as much as an encore. Brilliant concert, but outrageous ending.
However, the ending, such as it was, was made more than acceptable by the briefest of brief drops of rain. How we cheered. It stopped immediately. All forecasts thrown out the window. A phenomenal day was had by all! All. And you have my two grandchildren to thank, for the weather staying dry! It was a joyous occasion. I would like to thank everyone who played a part in the show’s production. That said, an encore would not have gone amiss.

youtu.be/pllRW9wETzw

What happened to three am?

Don’t ask.

Too late.

Your daughter has a contract with Levi. It’s what we in the industry call capitalism.

She’ll have to cancel it.

Can’t be done. Not until we are on the brink of destruction.

We? =;

Me and the chaps at 5.11

It got me to thinking. It is fair to say that Mister K is one of the very few visitors who demonstrate that they would like to make the world a better place. He gets plenty of stick… but hat’s off to a man who makes an effort to improve the lot of the Average Joe. Most of us who visit are too tied up, striving to show how clever we are…. In this Universe! Laughable. How many hells we have visited, today? How much alcohol we have imbibed? How have we spent the day? What did someone say?

The fact is: If I was you, I would think and behave, just as you do. Had I been born at the same moment as you. Had I gone everywhere you went. Had I listened to everything you heard. If I had seen all that you have seen… Do you know… I do believe I would think and say all that you think and say – in short, I would behave just as you do. I daresay I would even think that my view was the right view.

Of course, we could swap it all around; you could walk my footsteps throughout my life. See and hear all I have heard. I reckon you’d be very much like me. Of course, you’d still think your view is the right view – but, you would also be compelled to realise – you’re not always right.

I’ll wager, there was a time when you gave absolutely no thought to, right and wrong – right and left. I’ll go further – there, I’m in London - there was a time when you gave no thought to such concepts. It would have covered that period of time when you were one with all and everything. Can you remember where you were the first time a ‘grown up’ handed you something? Let me help you… you were laying on your back, in a cot – just a few weeks old. Do you recall how you reached out with two hands and two legs? No preference. Thus far, no compartmentalisation. Brain, one with all and everything. Soon, you will meet lots of grown ups - they will teach, and influence you… - over time, you will develop a preference for left or right!

I wonder if our chosen representatives have ever given any thought to the subject? We have 650 members of parliament in the UK – they represent the interests of the average Joe. They help to improve his life – well, such is the stated goal.
The average Joe? The average wage he receives is between 25-28 thousand pounds a year. Back in the day, (hundreds of years ago) when we were all in it, together – the representatives – community welfare officers – received no more, nor less, than the average Joe – the folks they represented.

Today, - Today!!! Over the years, the folks selected to represent the average Joe, have very cleverly – surreptitiously? – managed to negotiate – engineer? a salary that is three times that of the Average Joe.

If I was selected as an MP, I’m sure I could convince myself the situation was perfectly acceptable. How hard can it be to convince yourself that you’re three times more deserving than another family? If the family that I represent, goes out for a meal – We, my family and I, can go out for three meals. If he (the man I represent) has a family holiday – we, my family and I, can have three. If the man or woman who voted me in can afford to buy a house – well, why shouldn’t I buy three?

Is one way of looking at nights!

Point of clarity: The views expressed in this video do not represent the views of the reader. Thank you.

I have just returned from a visit to town, accompanied by my grandson. At one point, when I was striving to keep up with the child, some words of an ancient ditty came to mind. It was penned when I was a young man! Being just a few lines, it didn’t warrant a title. Now?

Or… be patient, and find out for yourself!

Can you tell me what it feels like to get hideously old…
To put on seven overcoats and still to feel the cold.
The local store is nothing more than a hundred yards away.
But to go by foot you must allow for almost half a day.
And can you please describe the feeling, on returning from the store,
When you discover you’ve forgotten half the things you journeyed for?

Advice to others: Stay young - don’t get old.

It’s a pity that no one gave me the same advice when I was young. #-o

Forgive the intrusion, but I must add something here, when i was young, somebody gave some advice like that and of course, generally it is safe to say that they just hive it, well knowing I wouldn’t listen. Later on, my father did, thinking of himself and looking back with nostalgia, remeniscing withhidden envy.
And than later still I met someone who informed me that youth is wasted on the young.

And now, when looking through a fantasy spyglass, I try to see the light at the end of the tunnel.

And meanwhile I try to make excuses to myself about how my family needs me , to avail the sense that time may not be transcendent after all, but way shorter and transient.

But then again…???

There are for all practical purposes an infonitu of worlds out there, and time’s relativity can’t fix the here and now because it’s everywhere and at all timed, and that is a comfort.

And I am not alone, even if existing in the here and now.

And to think how comfortable people say 200 oelr even 150 years ago felt in their neck of the woods.

No need, Meno. All ‘intrusions’ are welcome!

Obviously, we age, day by day. However, there comes a moment (usually in the here and now :wink:) when one realises - it hits you - ‘I am not as young as I once was… I’m unable to do that - I’m sure I could do that yesterday!’ #-o

I’ll wager, half the folks on here were not alive in 2001. In fact, I will estimate that 75% of the folk who visit this site have absolutely no recollection of the events surrounding 9-11.
Shortly, we commemorate the 20th anniversary of said DAY.

I was pondering that very event when my grandson popped his head around the door. I was a little surprised to see him, as he isn’t usually up so late.
“What are you doing, gd?”
“What am I doing? Good question… See here, come to the window Tommy.”
"What is it, gd?!
“You see that group of seven stars…” (he interupted me)
“It looks like a question mark, gd.”
“In America it is called the big dipper… we call it the Plough.”
“We?”
“The people born in England. Any way! How come you called it a question mark. I’ve never heard anyone refer to it as such.”

Silence reigns.

I break it. “What am I doing?”
“I am wondering how best to commemorate the 20th anniversary of 9-11.”
“What’s 9-11, gd?”
“It’s the day the USA…” I stopped. Pondered.
“Good question, Tommy. Deep.”
Made me think.
“Do you know, Tommy, I now realise that I spent my entire childhood in a state of extreme confusion. There was not a day that passed when I didn’t see the USA dropping thousands of bombs on the good people of North Vietnam. They referred to it - on the news - as carpet bombing. Daily, I was compelled to wonder how those Vietnamese folk managed - not a single day passing when they didn’t live with terror. Terror? Watch 9-11. See what it’s like to spend a day living in fear, to experience terror! For a day.”
I was told that the Americans were the good guys. You will understand my confusion.
I kept seeing children being killed. Daily, monthly, annually. Saw one little girl running down the street - aflame.
How on Earth could you live every day like that?
“Are you writing this down, gd?”
“I am, Tommy.”
“Why?”
“I had a cathartic moment earlier - a brief…”
“Gd, can we go for a bike ride?”
“It’s dark!”
“A walk?”
We walked, we talked.
I explained, it went over his head.
Delta Ursae Majoris.

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Kropotkin

I second.

A tad OTT, PK, Meno. Nevertheless, your comments are appreciated.

I may be mistaken, but I believe the 20th anniversary passed without a mention. :-k

Who can forget that particular episode of the Phil Donahue Show? First broadcast in 1978.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, please give a warm welcome to Gary from Arkansas. Gary has some quite unique views regarding women.”
Applause.
Gary smiles upon entry.
Applause increases.
Gary is a suave individual. His suit costs more than most audience members would earn in a year. Many would consider him to be handsome.
Applause eventually dies down.

I’m sure many will recall the episode.

Donahue: You should stand for election.
Gary: I’ve had one or two.

Audience: Rapturous laughter, interspersed by one or two gasps.

Donahue: Gary, you have reached a certain standing in society. Tell the audience what you told me earlier about license.
Gary: Women?
Donahue: Yes, women.
Gary: Pussies?
Donahue: That’s the one.
Gary: When you’ve made it… and keep in mind, it doesn’t happen overnight… (Gary straightens his tie, shakes his head, smiles) when you meet a woman you fancy, you can just grab 'em by the pussy.

Audience: Collective booing. It is continuous. Gary is compelled to leave the stage.
Once the unrest has settled, Donahue speaks.

Donahue: That was shorter than anticipated. (Phil laughs) I said he should stand for election!.. Moving on… My next guest claims to be something of an expert on climate change. He happens to believe that if we don’t change our ways, then instead of the occasional deadly wildfire, here and there, they will occur with monotonous regularity right across the entire globe - the increased CO2 emissions eventually rendering the planet uninhabitable - save for the odd cockroach… (Phil chuckles)

Audience: Rapturous laughter, interspersed by one or two gasps.

youtu.be/c45a8Htv3c0

In a sky full of people only some want to fly

Isn’t that crazy

In a world full of people only some want to fly

Isn’t that crazy

In a world full of people only some really live

In a world full of people only some truly give

Postby derleydoo » Mon Sep 20, 2021 3:00 am

Ecmandu wrote:
You’re an extremely arrogant poster when it comes to “people just get what they deserve therefor I don’t have to think about it or do anything about it”

Do you have any idea how much suffering is endured by others to allow you to speak one fucking sentence in this world?

No.

You don’t.

And I hope you never do.

derleydoo (deeply wounded) replied:

I shall consider myself fortunate, that in this world of non-consent violation, which you wish to create, you did not refer to me as - a “fucking cunt.”

Is that Oh Kay? :slight_smile:

I like it when that happens, no clue, it’s 3 am. I am trying to write a letter to my wife - by way of an apology. Meno turns up. So many distractions.
Then Ecmandu.
Hence it finds a place at 3 am - and gone.

I am doing my best, Ecmandu. You say I do nothing about it. I am currently working at the speed of light - if you have a valid method of increasing my speed - please, you be sure to drop me a line. I’m studying the same thing as you. You are light years ahead of me.

Back in the day (my day) if you referred to another, as a cunt - well - ‘it just didn’t happen’. If it did, it led to physical violence.
Now - it moves too fast for me - we can glibly refer to another, as a ‘fucking cunt’ - and describe others, as arrogant. I have a lot of catching up to do.

It’s 3 am and gone.

I am writing a letter to my wife.