RAMBLINGS

Truth lies in the Union of Opposites

If there wasnt a body, there would be no soul. If there wasnt angels, there would be no demons. If there wasnt God, there would be no Devil. If there wasnt Heaven,there would be no hell. If there wasnt good there would be nothing evil, and If there wasn't evil there would be nothing good. If there are none of these then there will be Nothing.

Drones since the dawn of time

Compelled to live your sheltered lives

Not once has anyone ever seen

Such a rise of pure hypocracy

I'll instigate I'll free your mind

I'll show you what I've known all this time

The Rules Of Engagement

One fine day, In the middle of the night,

Two dead men stood up to fight.

Back to back they faced each other,

Drew their swords and shot each other,

There was a blind man to see fair play,

There was a dumb man to shout hooray,

A paralysed donkey walking by,

Kicked the blind man in the eye,

Knocked him through a seven inch wall,

Into a dry ditch to drown them all.

It's better to Burn Up than to Fade Away

Five wild Event Maelstroms swirled in vicious storms of unreason and spewed up a pavement. On the pavement lay Arthur Dent and Ford Prefect, gulping like half-spent fish. The real universe arched sickingly away beneath them . Various pretend ones flitted silently by, like mountain goats. Primal light exploded, splatter space-time as with gobbets of junket. Timeblossomed, matter shrank away. The highest prime number coalesced quietly in a corner and hid itself away for ever.The Universe jumped, froze, quivered and splayed out in several unexpected directions. "Nice Day", said a passing maniac-shaped five-headed polar bear dressed in an elderberry bush full of kippers. Arthur Dent and Ford Prefect sat on the purple pavement and watched with certain unease as huge children bounced heavily along the sand and wild horses through the sky taking fresh supplies of reinforced railings to the Uncertain Areas. "You know", said Arthur, "If this is Southend, the answer to The Question of Life, The Universe and Everything is Fourty-Two and my watch is working right, there's something very odd about it...". "You mean the way the sea stays steady as a rock and the buildings keep washing up and down?" said Ford. " Yes I thought that was odd too. In fact" he continued morosely as with a huge bang Improbable Southend split itself into six equal segments which danced and span giddily round each other in lewd and licentious formations, " There is something altogether strange going on". Wild yowling noises of pipes and strings seared through the wind, hot doughnuts popped out of the road for ten pence each, horrid fish stormed out of the sky and Arthur Dent and Ford Prefect decided to make a run for it. They plunged through heavy walls of sound, mountains of anarchistic taste, footling bats, valleys of mood music, causeways of twisted thoughts, bad shoe sessions and suddenly they heard a girls voice. It sounded quite a sensible voice but it just said " Two to the power of one hundred thousand, five hundred and seventy-six and falling". And that was all. Arthur looked at Ford and Ford found himself turning into a penguin. A one million-gallon vat of custard upended itself without Prior Consultation. Arthur looked at Ford. Ford looked at Arthur. Ford skidded on a lightbeam and crashed into a rainbow of books and Cessna 180's. "Stop it", they both said. A cauliflower cleared it's throat aimlessly. A giant petit four lolloped off into the Improbable Distance. Arthur Dent and Ford Prefect stopped it. "Fourty-Two", said they. Then lazily both exploded and drifted off to their respective mono-pods.

Taken from The Word Chronicles E-Letter

Strive for Peace with acts of war The beauty of death we all adore

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