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U've gotta belong to the sea!!
Or the sea's yet  to be a part of the farm!

U'r as Mad as the Hatter!

I was sitting across my flatmate today while he slowly peeled an orange. At first I casually looked at him peeling the skin of the orange, tearing out even the tiniest thread that held on to the skin. Basking in his new found adornment for oranges I let him be while i whiled away the remains of the day.But then I was like wait a min, it's been almost ten minutes he's been  peeling the skin off that darn orange!. And he kept going at it still, like he's gonna unravel the marvel that is the orange! I was gonna tell him to stop deconstructing it thread by thread and pass me one slice but then something held that thought back and then I started staring hard at whatever he was doing! I could see the madness of this joy dripping from every other corner of his eye!.
Now it might seem I'm dissecting his supposed casual behaviour a bit too much. The fact that his madness drove him to, so intricately peel off that Orange stark naked in his own sweet time!. With a sadistic grin to shed off every layer that drapes that orange and the madness to do it ever so slowly, so that he could go all the way to the edge of it and see what lies beyond.
Made me wondersome in wonder...Do we all have the muchness of the madness?. Are we all standing in the brink of a big ass Whirlpool that will take us to lalaaland with one push?. Ive been trippin with the idea of madness since I was little bittle younger. Not a little girl 'cos then that would be wrong! Kids are seemingly inexplicably mad!. Their rationale's seemingly swinging on trees and climbing fences! Childhood is a maddening experience...have you ever realised? . But it's not the childhood ness that determines our madness in the later parts of our years. Or is it?
Well like I was saying Ive been trippin on this idea of madness since a while long and have been debating with my conscious self..what in the world is that one push? that one trigger? The zero gravity which makes you float as Ur sanity is questioned. Could peeling the orange that slowly with so much caution and glee be determined as an insane activity?. Mybe one would base it on the fact that it seemed out of the ordinary that he was peeling that orange slowly till it was going to rot! Well perhaps he knew this was a pleasurable lolygag for him, to bother with the amount of purposeful time spent on it and he went ahead exploring the possibilities!.
I was obsessed once upon a tale. I dragged myself without sleep and much of deliberate happiness to feel that joy of madness. To see the edge of the cliff and look down and smile. I did it!. It lasted three day's precisely and then I sat back and thought about the delirious zone I'd just ventured into. I realised sanity is a beautiful thought walking on a very thin rope of sheer madness. And if she slips there is NO coming back. So is it so easy to make her fall?....one must figure out in u'r own tale if U really want to!.
You could be as mad as the hatter who lost his mind working with mad(cap)'s and rising silver mercury or you could be as sane as Alice who would question her sanity everyday when she imagined a white rabbit running around...never getting her answer until she disappeared outta her world to follow another.
I must have become the madness I was seeking. I would long to come back outta it someday.
So well I watched him peel the damn skin off and eat the orange in a minute, in a friggn minute! damn shuda asked him for a slice.

Thunk Thunk and do!

Does our knowledge begin with experience? Or does it begin with the lack of it for sheer curiousity? Experience is a word that creates the very circle of reason. Our need to reason is our drive to experience the unseen. The circle of reason is our very own circle, formed by the immaculate doubt that remains. Don't we all, somewhere in our lives, go beyond our rational intentions to reach our very own conclusion?. Our very own experience which then ultimately bereft's all possible doubt? or so we think.
We make or marr our reason's from experience. The simple joy of knowing the truth is very different from experiencing it. Everyone knows the absolute truth or everyone believes in an absolute truth but is it enough to drive our soul to engage in a battle of a cease-less absolute, just by experiencing that absolute?.
I live for my absolute. It's the knowledge of that absolute that wants me to expereince the finer truth's that make it so remarkable. But knowing is just not enough now is it. We all know but the one's who experience are truly blessed because then it' become's one truth and one purpose only.
There was a day I was dragged out of my comfort zone out in the open, my soul skin was naked with just the sun's experience shining down on me. I was asked one question and that was the absolute question. I answered in belief of whatever I expereinced that day. It just smiled at me and said 'you get just one question today, just one' and my experience was complete. My reason for my existence was understood and my purpose became my eternal garb for my naked soul.
Complete the circle of reason with what you experience today. You will forever be in peace with your being. The soul is so simple...understand It's silence.

Wurple Falls!

I long for my happy wurple falls :(

I have such blank expressionless pale wallllls in my room.Make me sicker... I can't paint them...no I can't.

An Ode to Humphrey Bogart!

  The day's that went by with the precious pooch were so honest and discrimanated with mere prudence and careless lovetrocity! Well we named him Humphrey, (aka humpty and fatso), 'cos of  his striking resemblence with Mr Humphrey Bogart of the Casablanca fame. I don't know if it were the eyes or the sound grace he gave away with his 'lil cig butt stickin outta his lil mouth!. Oh no our humphrey was not a smoker but he did enjoy an occasional beer! He was just a nimble 'lil naughty fellow who played cast away and landed up in the city to be our better days, I guess. He recently went missing and the search parties have now given up. 

Usually we'd think he was a bit cockeyed 'cos he would give blank stares with his wonky eyes and then he'd walk into wall's with a big 'humprrhh'!. Even so, he was a smart pup who knew exactly what he wanted. Even if it was a lil love with alotta pampering, he had his ways to get that!. Well there was no dirth of alotta loving where alll that loving came from. He never got enough! Lo and behold...Humphrey the 'gentle' pup!.

Your friendly neighbourhood C3P0!

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Anti Misanthropy day :)

Some people didn't pay 'ny heed to the aimlessly strolling robot!

PawPaw Possumble

I have never in my life let an animal watch me pee. I must confess, at any given time, I feel more connected with animals then i ever did with my very own species..I had to state that obvious. Anyway as I was saying, I have never let an animal stand stare watch me contemplate on my pot. Last night while i was tryin to focus the zzz's outta my block I turned to my right to find the remains of what we call the 'white scroll', I saw a possum stare back at me!
A possum indeed. The last I'd heard of possums was in some story my mom had read to me from my childcrafts and then 20 years later I found one staring the livin daylights outta me.
What we see here are two strangers trying to reassure each other of each other. I'm sure pawpaw (that's his name because he had an extra paw on his hind feet...yes he did, I'm not/was deluded)was just a little lost stumbling about with his extra paw trying to figure a way out. He chose to stand and stare maybe because(there could be many a possibilities, ive narrowed down two)
(a)He has never seen a human on a pot, peeing
(b)He wasn't absolutely sure what to do next
If pawpaw was a smart cherry he'd roam about, do his thing and would not embarrass me by standing still and watching!. But he was a little silly really. He chose fear over his actions otherwise which would make him freeez in fear or wade through the bathroom floor, scampering about like I was gonna beat him with my bathroom broom!. We human's are capable of instilling fear into anything that moves and is not our clone. It's not a power it's a failure to understand the connect that connects our being to the harmless pure truth of nature. The only truth we cannot face or chose to ignore, the pure passionate true unconditional love we will ever recieve from the four legged. We are too selfish to understand this in theory because we desire simpler things in life!. Truth be told, this is as simple as it can get and if you are this side of the horizon you would feel the underated joy too. Yes you would.
From humphrey* to pawpaw it's just a seesaw of true love and honest good faith!
Oh wait i didn't finish pawpaw's story. Well I fed him stale bread while he scratched and nibbled on me like a little restless kitten and then i left him out into the wild where he belongs. Well pawsiii, mi loo su loo!
www.ozpossum.com (incase you wanna know what Pawpaw looks like)
*humphrey the puppy who came from the extinct sea's. He does not share our home anymore.

The lit baaa's !

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All the Animals will be enlightened one day...alll of them! I will in my following day's write about them. I will!

but fo now the sheep LED trick! ha

The 'Nuffin-ness' of being idle

Here comes the nuffin man...the nuffin man, the nuffin man?
What an idealistically ideal term...the nuffins the matter.
I was once asked the explain how can someone be doing nuffin? Well it's easy. How can someone not be doing Nuffin aye?
It's not so much for the feeling than it is for your state of being. It's an idea that does not reach many or a term that you cannot define out loud. It's the basic meandring of the mind when it has no where else to wander and it resorts for the simpler things in life. Like staring into nuffiness.
Sometimes when you are this closed , like a tightly tied christmas present you don't want anyone else to open but your own shadow, you become that one word you have been saying all your life and passing the world by. Nuffin.It did become an open ended story for me once, not very long back. I did share my nuffiness in an open battle of thoughts and words.Still do time and again, contradictorily speaking 'cos something's you just gotta havta ...well more about that later...much later..
When I am asked 'whats the matter' , this question comes to me like a hard hitting brick and i freez. Is it the pent up guilt of knowing the end of that question or the fact that you would be laughed on upon like the mad hatter because you don't have the muchness anymore. I don't think so much as a nuffin at times and it's bliss to know that. It gets me thinking alot more and at the end of the day it's as easy as a choco sprinkled nuffin!.
The world's beautful when you see everything so clearly and know allll too well and say nuffin at all! geddit?

"Sights sounds and a new flavour. what would you like missy"?

The usual greeting of my neighbourhood coffee dude. I always think it's rhetorical and ignore his amused expression with a wonky morn smile. Like ofcos I want coffee lad. Like my usual cuppa...uggghh. What would you say if I said sounds huh? Would you ring the christmas bell bring out a misletoe and ask me to kiss you?!
It's his usual morning eccentricity that gets him his easy cushion fluff to sit on and greet us fellow customers. I have a strange feeling he is an unhappy man but that would be too extreme for a morning coffee thought. What is the matter with me. Why do I look at everything with my grey tinted spectacles. Can't he just be happy and can't I just genuinly smile back and say "'ey my papermachecoffee man,how about a different flavour today eh"?
We work in strange ways. We' see green pastured butterfly babies when we want and squished splattered slugs when we dont want to see.
I love my coffee santa. Even though he has just one question to ask me, everyday of my life.
...well someone's gotta answer them with a misletoe!