Dream lyrics/Two minutes

Did you call me up last night? 

Was that you at ten past two?

All I remember

Is being on a bender

And something to do

With a cow.

Or was that you?

Momentry #2

"...and, again, back to the car. Take out the key, open the door, listen for breathing, tip the seat forwards, lift the eyelid..."

Fragment

"...she cannot use

 the Time Machine to

 lose the weight that

 she never did not have..."

 

This Dull Age

This dull age, 

It seems to me to

Be in need of some remedy 

Some prose perhaps, or

Timely verse should

Not, methinks, make matters worse

And if a laugh or two ensue

A tear to dampen ruddy cheek

A sign of humour, anger, pain

To lift Emotion's flag again!

Volition: a commentary

Today's topic: Creating a greater sense of control over your own life. 

First, I will allow that "a sense of control" does not equate with complete control. No one owns that absolute. Besides, that would piss off the Norns; remember what happened to Macbeth. 

Still, not feeling like a log in the cataract of life is worth it. Another analogy could be to preprogrammed industrial machinery. Take your pick. 

To begin, try (real hard) to practice putting the word "should" in the place of "can" whenever it might turn up, in thought, self-reflection or speech. Syntactically, it will always fit so no worries about working around clumsy sentences. Practice doing this and take note of what happens. 

You may be surprised. If you take this exercise to heart, your view of the areas where you have a choice and where you really don't will change. I claim for the better. Better in this case meaning that your zone of conscious choice-making will expand. 

There is, shall we say, a sidebar to this increase in possible choices. That is the necessity of assuming responsibility over your expanding view of how you both affect and effect your future, as well as the present and future conditions of all with whom you interact. 

Follow these suggestions and reap the bittersweet harvest of freedom. Learn to live consciously. Point being that you CAN do most anything. But SHOULD you? That is something which most definitely requires a reason, apprehended through reason. 

Nulla Species Nova

nulla species nova. 

The root belief of Linnean thought. 

This is the glove for the hand of Creationism. Accepted gospel until the refreshing wind of the breath of Darwin blew some of the yellow fog from out the Victorian mind. 

Creation? Most obviously. 

"Creationism?" Now that's silly!

A Ponder

Been giving a think on all my deeds decidedly undone. 

I have never leapt off an Andean mountaintop. Never taken a walk on the ocean's floor. I have never discovered a vaccine against Death. Never built a better mousetrap. Never bred a fat-free strain of pig. I have  never run successfully for President on a platform of genocide. I have never owned a '56 Corvette or a neutron bomb. Never donated a kidney or other major organ to Bob Dylan. I have yet to mastermind a multi-million dollar coke deal from Bolivia to Fort Lauderdale. I have never dealt weapons of mass destruction to Eskimo's. I have neither prevented a war nor led Tatars on an invasion of Iceland. I wasn't Cher's first lover,  nor Lady Chatterley's. I had nothing to do with the foundation of Israel. I did not foresee aluminium. Have never bought a Teflon-coated dildo nor Lou Reed's mother's childhood home. I have never evolved into a telepath. I have never visited Baltimore. Never smoked three packs of cigarettes a day. Never made a documentary on the night-life of bees. I have never really seen what people call the "Man in the Moon." I have never noted the best-before date on the underside of a pyramid. I don't remember the colour of my ex-wife's eyes or the third Crusade. I have never dated a Catholic girl. Never had carnal knowledge of a greased polecat. Never mediated a standing dispute between empires. Never tasted any real difference between Pepsi and Coca-Cola. Never could afford an evening on cocaine. I have never had a school chum who became a millionaire. I have never owned a Freddy Fender record. I have never won a cent with any Lotto ticket. Never played chess against Big Blue. Have never attended any live sporting event. Never been at odds with myself. Have never seen "the" light. Never been up to my neck in the Pacific Ocean or crossed it in any manner. I have never failed a history test. I have never been in New York or "above it all." Never pushed an envelope or yanked anyone's chain. Never consulted a witch doctor or met any doctor who did more than practice. Never been any girl's boyfriend. Never been complimented on my looks. I have never dreamed of a prior life in France. Never handed a pencil to the Dalai Lama. Never comprehended the thinking behind a flat income tax. I have never become fluent in Russian. Never traded baseball cards with Samuel Coleridge. Never made a right-hand turn from the centre lane. Never caused a pandemic. I have never believed in the ghost story some call god. I will never live long enough to complete this list. 

So I do strive to filter out falsehoods sown among my sensory data and the resultant feedback-between-facing-mirrors autoconstructs. 

End of session.