~~ Eden Phillpotts ~~
Simen Johan ~ National Geographic ~ Peacocks
Today’s title is somewhat precognitive, in the sense of predicting how Reality will look if this Pearl gets posted at all. Without going into TMI, I’m in too much pain to do much beyond get this cut and pasted online. Whatever was already done is done, and not much of anything will be added, unless by cheating…. You have my apologies in advance, should this one fail to reach the standards to which I’ve accustomed y’all to expect here on ECR.
That said, we will head right out to the Pearl, so I can be done, and give in to the urge to either scream, or, find someone to kill, then scream…. Oh, look, here’s our exit. Hang on, ffolkes….
Shall we Pearl?
“A man who is ‘of sound mind’ is one who keeps the inner madman under lock and key.” — Paul Valery
All I can say is, it’s a good thing I’m too distracted to find the key right now, or, I’d have already let him out….
I had something to say, but, pain has driven it all away. Here’s Kris, from the early days; you can tell pretty clearly on some of the songs, as his voice isn’t quite as skilled, or as deep, as it became over time…. Enjoy, ffolkes….
Today’s ranting section is canceled due to pain…. the pictures are all you get as a reminder to stay alert, and don’t let the bastards get you down….
~~ Zippy the Pinhead ~~
Damn! Since there seems to be not ONE position I can be comfortable in, I am finding it impossible to do much of anything; naturally, this means you get subjected to one of my poems. This one tells you exactly how I feel right now, as I wrote it during another session like this a few years ago…. I won’t ask you to enjoy it, as I can’t, but, hey, it’s here, and now, it’s done….
Baleful chairs become the enemy, heralded in red
seemingly welcome softness beckons with a smile,
waiting, content with slaughter, they are finally led
screaming in agony, deluged in venom all the while.
Desperate distraction becomes such a friendless fire
for all the patterns of autumn’s pale dismay,
leaving sincerely latent trails in spirals of twisted wire,
while memory insists, again, upon failure, palpably evil, and fey.
Fat, jaded tears would have fallen in good time,
if only the suitable suitor had scaled the garden’s wall.
Credence for discounted prices luckily in their prime
bring only fascinated eyes into such a hallowed hall.
Searching for answers is ever a clever portrayal
with studious accouterments to fulfill each common rule.
Arguably patient pictures of science and honest betrayal
shall evermore languish, in light of passion so elegantly cruel.
~~ gigoid ~~
Okay, so, I cheated again. So, sue me….
I started the day with oddness, so it seems appropriate to keep on the path I’ve chosen for the day…. The following pearls all dropped into my lap, so to speak, as I cruised through Smart Bee this morning…. As is my wont, I allowed my subconscious to choose which ones I should keep, and these five are what it picked…. For the life of me, I cannot see very much that ties it all together into a single idea, but, hey, I’m just the driver here…. I suppose, all in all, it could be considered another comment on oddness, or at least, learning to live in that state comfortably….
“The public will believe anything, so long as it is not founded on truth.” — Edith Sitwell
“The First Amendment does not say that there is freedom of expression provided the talk is not `dangerous’. It does not say that there is freedom of expression provided the utterance has no tendency to subvert. It does not put free speech and freedom of the press in the category of housing, sanitation, hours of work, factory conditions, and the like, and make it subject to regulation for the public good. Nor does it permit legislative restraint of freedom of expression so long as the regulation does not offend due process. All notions of regulation or restraint by government are absent from the First Amendment. For it says in words that are unambiguous, `Congress shall make no law… abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press.'” — Supreme Court Justice William O. Douglas, 1958
“Als das Kind noch Kind war, gab es diese Fragen: Warum bin ich mich, und warum nicht dich? Warum bin ich hier, und warum nicht dort? — Rainer Maria Rilke
(“When the child was a child, there were these questions: Why am I me, and why not you? Why am I here, and why not there?”)
“Morality is simply the attitude we adopt to people we personally dislike.” — Oscar Wilde
“Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we’re here we should dance.” — Very Smart Bee
Now, THAT is a sentiment I can get behind…. even if I have to push….
~~ Publius Syrus (42 BC) — Maxim 914 ~~
Aha! So, THIS is what I’m doing wrong! I’ve been approaching this whole issue from the wrong end of the equation! Doh!….
Ah well. If I’d known, of course…. Okay, I knew…. I admit it; I don’t care. If it wasn’t for this, I’d be in jail, for sure and for certain. It may yet have that outcome, depending on how irritable the NSA goons get when I call them assholes, with no more ethics or morals than a sewer rat; in every other respect, being able to get this stuff out of my head has kept me sane enough to avoid giving in to homicidal impulses, which occur to me on a fairly regular basis, given the state of affairs in the world…. But the closing section isn’t the place to start another rant, so, I’ll bid thee adieu instead, for another day. See y’all tomorrow, ffolkes….
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,
I just sits.
gigoid, the dubious
PLEASE STOP READING THIS MESSAGE NOW.
“SCRAM!!!!!!!!!!”- Oscar the Grouch
À bientôt, mon cherí….