And here's one that got me going...
It’s kinda like: maybe I’ll go home soon, but it’s been a long wait and maybe nothing’s coming…feels like that…
In a further attempt in madness, the mindless school, or the government as some like to call them, have ramped up the propaganda machine to make us believe what they say is true in a better and more effective way, but are now dribbling in their hilarity knowing that soon they must leave the stage, their acting terrible for all to see...
A better and more effective way…sounds like an OMO add :A better and more effective way...that's what they say...to get you healed...roll up, roll up to get the cure...sounds like an OMO add for the squeamish to better enhance their credentials…
And on this channel we have what sounds like an excuse; oh-oh, it’s our favourite politician, burying his head in the sand again…
I put 2 cats out and one came in...An hour later all the cats ran out...this got me to thinking...how many cats do I have? Hmm, let me think...
Oh the dark doom of it all...I wish I could go somewhere and listen to someone talk about something else that touches my heart....
And then Picasso spoke up and said: we must be believed or we are nothing… and then this got me to thinking…so I thought here, and I thought there and moved back again; walked up the stairs, got blown over, took the cure etc, jumped in me head, jumped in bed…I mean, what else can you do? And then I got off the bus at Paddington…
Everyone's singing their love song, everyone is standing on their toes…so I made a fire in the sky, but no one noticed...
You think I don't have cats? Now let me tell you, and don't go looking at me like that, well, I never; and you've now gone all cross eyed on me… Am I perfect around what you believe?
A new denouncement today about them bloody politicians had me wondering what-what about it all again; but, what the hell, I’m getting into a new training regime tomorrow…
I heard the escaped slaves didn’t get through; and another thing, I've never heard anything like it, so there; take that up your buttered pardon.
I have taken refuge here behind my wall where I can post the good stuff without everyone telling me how bad it is...
Oh, is the world real that can be seen through this hole in the wall?
Some say: as a computer works with programming so too do we work with beliefs; and one by one, as the old beliefs unravel they can be replaced with what is real, unless you’re a slave and have to accept what you are given.
So there I was, reconciling the platitudes in the anti-propaganda and almost asleep, but really, have you ever tried to sleep in the same room as a big fish tank blowing bubbles all night long?
And now, by proud subscription from the sky: both of the clocks are normal yet conceited in a way I can’t say; oh well, I guess nothing is happening, just an overnight express passing through, or the mysterious waves in their passion rolling up to the shore.
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