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 !

http://www.stumbleupon.com/su/1fKW0F/www.youtube.com/watch%253Fv%253DD2FX9rviEhw

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!