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The First Thing That Comes to Your Mind
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Nov 21, 2014 10:47PM
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I often find myself trapped in conversations filled with words but lacking meaning.
I often find myself trapped in meaning empty of words but full of conversation.
I often find myself discovering that the words of truth today contradict my yesterday truths.
Because yesterday would not have existed without the day prior and today could not exist without tomorrow.
And to be present in the moment is to become aware that yesterday and tomorrow are truths of the past only.
However, your truths of today may not be the same of your truths of yesterday or tomorrow.
We only have today and hopeful tomorrow to find the biggest truth for our lives!
The truth of tomorrow is a holey grail that sinks dreams more slowly than moves a holy snail.
It may slowly sink my dreams so long as my dreams have a chance to limp to shore.
The day Jack was blessed with the ability to walk on water he broke his hip slipping in the bathtub.
He should have drawn the bath before he got in. Then at the worst he'd have to know how to get down.
How many other children were afraid of disappearing down the drain when taking baths?
Dwayne the bath, I'm dwownin!
[Yes, Kat. It was and your thought a highly appropriate one. I have extirpated my comment. Lol! TY. :-)]
I think this is in the wrong thread. XD
The day the Emperor was in the altogether was the same he seemed to be mentally undone.
His sanity was in turn tied with his buttons, but the Emperor could not find either.
Of course his wife found all his buttons and pushed them and him at will.
Sadly, no matter how many buttons she pushed, the lights up stairs never turned on.
Love won't lift her up to where she belonged.
Maybe she didn't really belong with him.
Yes, very wet and fending off the crocodiles.
[Lol!] Not that I am aware of, but could be I guess.
Everyone knows the Nile is full of allegories.
The Nile, then it's Delta, then the California Delta, and driving through secondary roads (avoiding freeways), Mount Diablo standing behind us receeding in the distance, come to mind. Allegories will also probably arise...Dammit, gotta clock back in....
The clock was out, but then the storm came and the gears stopped working.
Now that sounds like a sexual-dysfunction euphemism. ;-)
The seamstress had much too many works in progress: the threads got switched and shirts became conjoined with pants.
At that point, she abandoned plotting and resorted to pantsing.
The stress of coping with conjoined threads overwhelmed her and she lost her breath and was left just panting.
The panting seamstress "seamed" undone so she quitted quilting feeling like she was pushing camel through the eye of a needle.
Puns! Puns are everywhere!
So long as the punishment is not fitted and has an unseemly side and the sides are well stitched.
The stitches in her side caused even more pain when she laughed.
And yet laughter is the best medicine and will mend the stitched seamstress.
. . . until the last cliff has collapsed into the sea.
And the sea is all that there is as far as the eye can see.
Which wasn’t far, for a fog had rolled in, and out of it--like a Doré engraving from The Rime of the Ancient Mariner--came a pirate ship.
The stitched seamstress took her thread and needle, and mended the pirates' torn sails.
And when the ship had sailed the seamstress was left sitting at the dock of the bay singing something saccharine but meaningful.
Her song faded away with her, for she sung about everything around her. She faded away into nothingness singing her sweet but sad song.
If everything fades into nothingness, did it ever exist?
Yes, because someone listening will remember that song and tell someone about it or write part of it down. It will always be there, just some people might overlook it, some might cherish it.
If no one remembers, is there any meaning left?
Yes, because that means that existence is strange joke, and jokes can only exist where there is meaning.
“My motive was merely self expression,” the devil explained his defense, then sang “I Gotta Be Me.”
