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Tonight's medium was excellent, and I was lucky enough to get a reading with her.
For me she took messages from her guides, as opposed to relaying information from dead family or friends coming forward. She delivered new topics unprompted by myself.
She spoke of my deep love of art. And how...
The end of it all,
Must surely appal,
So much, we must reject it.
Just like our death,
And the waters of Lethe,
The loss of our thoughts subjective.
But without our end,
Of which we forfend,
Our birth could never have been.
So why do we fear,
When the end comes near,
The terrors that are...
I hate all the philosophers who tell us how to think,
In fact the very thought of it has driven me to drink.
Why can't they mind their own business instead of minding mine,
Then surely they could think of something verging on sublime.
For in my head my thoughts are dead and buried don't you...
Pretty polymer!
(Hmmmm..., maybe I'd best go back to rhyming? 🤔)
There's a new eco-warrior group been formed, consisting only of farmers!
It's called Just Top Soil! 😖😖
The title kinda sounds like the start to some self-aware joke. I wish I could say that it is... it's not.
I have been looking at behavior patterns with myself. The things I do and how I behave in the worst moments. It all wreaks of attention seeking. But like, juvenile attention seeking. All...
I had to put it out of it's misery with a Coup de Grass! 😖
Words are our pleasure,
Words are our gain.
And yet are dishonest,
Oft bringing pain.
Words are too vague,
Unclear definitions.
Often they're given,
Their own renditions.
And what happens when,
One word can mean any.
Put two together,
And meaning's are many.
And this becomes worse,
When the...
I'm just learning the conventions of this forum, so please forgive me if I've put this in the wrong place, or made some other error. I would love to hear if the following resonates with anyone in the Forum. One of the very frustrating things I have found in life is the use of language. I do not...
My fellow students from what I can gather, seem to approach the study of genocide as if it is a bad thing. I had a thought: what if I did the required work and wrote the essays from a pro-genocide perspective? It sounds appalling but I wonder if the lecturer has hard to mark any essays from...
I live with fear evrryday. Fear that people will use and abuse me. They will cheat me. That they are hiding their true nature behind smiley faces. I am so scared of people. No one is beside me and i am so scared. I don't want to live if i will only experience pain in my life.
My parents never...
It's election time in the UK and all the fun of the (un)fair!
Except this is the flattest election in the flattest of times, there's an air of surreality covering the country. Some unfortunates have been driven so mad they've supported even the most caricatured of frogs and other cold blooded...
I think I am stuck on mental auto-pilot as far as trying to live. The auto-pilot is survival or maybe, more specifically, existing. No matter if I am in a bad situation or not, I treat it as a bad situation by default. And just go through my habitual motions. Ignoring reality and life.
I am now...
Who would be so desperate,
To read this boring rhyme?
You must have missed the other blogs,
Every single time!
Then you would have known to not,
Waste your time with this.
Instead of reading dreary prose,
This blog you could dismiss.
But just how many times do I,
Have to warn you readers?
That...
All o ye across this nation,
Raise a brolly to precipitation.
For o'er Blighty's fields o' green,
From Bristol up t'Aberdeen.
It always rains right through the year,
Everyone in waterproof gear.
Nay wonder all are miserable,
When weather is reciprocal.
Fake it, don't make it.
Your thirst - you can slake it,
If born of the lauded,
You just have to take it!
A country once proud.
Brought low by that crowd.
Strip mined of love,
Insulted out loud.
My Gramps and your granny,
Became our good nanny.
Gave all that they had,
And we sold it for fanny...
Ran out of weed yesterday and had no intention to buy more. This morning is day 1 proper without weed, as I had my last smoke yesterday morning.
Recently I've been making sure I drink enough water each day, and shying away from the usual comfort eating with unhealthy foods and snacks.
Still...
This is my third entry on autism and ageing because obviously the subject is dear to my heart. As a disability advocate, I also have a particular interest in people with disability who are older than the usual retirement age. They have considerable challenges regardless of disability. People...
I'd never call it poetry, it's only just a rhyme.
That way I can flunk it, pretty near most of the time.
Poetry is art, fine and full of feeling.
Mine's more like a fart, the smell will leave you reeling.
I wonder if I relish, making awful verse.
I suspect the rest of you will only see a curse...