Pucker up!

Ole JPS clucked on over the simple reality tests of Absurdity and Nausea. Now perhaps I might have a turn?

What couples do in public view is both astonishing and unbelievable! Walking down the street getting funniest looks from everyone we meet. Holding hands eh? What's that all about? Doin' it with a bungee, an jumpin' off the highest cliff, forever hand in hand?

It all looks kindof "gay" unless its some kind of preparation for a vulcan mind-meld after which we are one we're all the same and life is just a simple game.

No! No! Don't start on about kissing. Especially SNOGS. Yuk! The codger JPS might at least have constrained his vile patner to witter on about KISSING. Seen how the slobberous and drooling lip-meld then twists all over the gobs and those hands! What's that all about.

The reason I am puking this up is because Ken Barlow can be seen snogging on the TV screen nearly every night, the rest of the show I find quite believable. Yet you don't seem convinced.

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G 20

Merrily the swine macerate their mantras to make recession something capable of being served up on news at 10. Ho! Ho! It's mighty far down from the state of grace sunshine. Begorrah: the reality-developers give us a constitutional quickie giving Charlie-boy a massive boner as the question of royal blood goes native. Yep, a cracking diversionary manoeuvre for the plebs during the long hot summer, thank fuck its summer! Not to mention a proper battle against proper soldiers to savour between matches as Wimbledon beguiles the idle rich. "Good season to be had Ursula," "They can't reach us now." "We're all comfortably numb." "There's an aeroplane up in the sky." "Kennedy is dead, long live the king!" I blame the sex pistols -or just another poke at ye old cunt-tree?

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Spirit of Nada

Because there is WU-WEI not any moment of inspired cogitation or thought however elevating, is a pretext for diverting or blocking the flow of time and essence. Am I not proud of my ability to abandon (how vainly!) cleverisms that have sought to adorn comment boxes? Yeh! Does this jibbering lower lip suffer its bite to avoid fatuous cleverisms in each conversation straining not to slip into cleverist attention-seeking. It occurs quite frequently that I grow in the blessing of TE by abandoning unnecessary thoughts and words that seem to beg to be put onto chips all over the place or attempt to snare me in my vanity's trap. Whilst attempting to be less important, perhaps I grow in humanity. So am I less of an alien, less of an outsider :-)

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