Saturday, February 23, 2013

ThoughtBank

The ThoughtBank
inception feb 23.  2013
a collective grouping of spontaneous thoughts
which shall grow as time moves
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Ref. P McBrearty thoughtBank ... feb23   2013.

Squirrels don't bury acorns,.. they are actually planting trees.. 

The broken cabbage stalk grows stronger than the normal.. ask any farmer.

Excerpts from OGRES (an allegorical tale) taken from 21st Century writings
Each slave walks unknowing thru the streets of desire,
haunted by subconscious invisible addictions..

The one eyed Cyclops Ogre, due to his single eye, has no depth of vision,
no perspective, the one eyed monster is thus so.


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Gradually the universe unfolds (as it should) in micro movements that shall change everything, 
everything, without you lifting a finger, nomatter what you do...

The keystone holds the answer to the archway.

The only thing stranger than a woman is the underside of a mushroom

The Angel flew afar, yet near..  did the distance matter?

The flower head tossed in it's dance,
neither flower nor Bee was victim of the other.

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the words are clear,  I slowly read,
....'This tree you see was once a seed'.....

I have fraternised with Angels and Demons alike,
 so oft perhaps that I no longer
know the Earthly manner of conduction.

All of nature holds the secrets and answers
to our desires and sufferings.
Look within the structures and mechanisms
of all life, as well as cosmic formation.

#Cyberspace - before computers
    this place was darkness,
    that deep grumbling
    dark void, like black
    liquid air...

I know that soon, they too shall inherit the restricting compression of the outer world,
their Armour so heavy it dulls the wings ...  ... Nothing so sad, than to see the Fairy that no longer can fly .....

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As I strain my eyes to focus upon the distant object
so I strain my mind to focus upon the distant thought,
obscured by the mists of fragmented and cast off ideas.

There are people I miss that may never know it.


why is 42 the meaning of life?









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