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Lord Vetinari understands the human psyche so well he thinks smuggling is rather swell, develops enterprise, stealth and original thinking, allowing average people to experience shivers of excitement Lord Vetinari recommends everyone to break the law in delightfully delicious ways from time to time, it keeps the brain sane - lovely advice; though I break the law simply because my brain wiring is

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When kind people tell uninformed nobodies like me their definition of a poem and poetry I love it, how outraged they seem when discovering accounts of small time events which I force on those innocently wandering the sacred streets of real poetry Knowing such highly gifted and perfectly informed critics are there makes us feel safe, they carry the banner of rules and regulations, metre, rhyme and

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While reading my book making me smile with its lovely message, someone else listened to a serious sermon delivered by a male voice in an American accent which leaves me untouched, I realized that all my notions of principle, morality and love were gained from authors of my favourite booksMy ideas were formed after discovering the hero of my life at age nine, since then I have never looked back

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Two Leo’s in class – French professeur from Allianče Frančaise and student from le Service du Changement Climatique who wrote a a theme song for COP, oh wow, what joy, my professeur hates grammar and politics as much as I doSpeaks Afrikaans fluently, hates acronyms, refuses to look at them, loves teaching, gave up translation as boring, talks to her computer; Shumi, student who sings songs &

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Thank you for representing life as a Gothic horror with the nerve-wrecking shocks of demented men, dad as Heathcliff, mom as Mr Rochester’s mad first wife and you a strange mixture between Jane Eyre and the rebellious Catherine Thank you for recreating ‘Great Expectations’ in which you are Pip, for describing your life in Sherwood with Robin Hood among the criminal poor, adding scenes of the

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Women over age forty complain they are invisible to men, must appear young and lie about age for attention - this problem does not exist for people like me who never caught the male eye because we never appealed by attending to themIt is hard work to idealise anyone and the loss of cheap admiration seems to be an advantage as fake charm to exploit a dame never held interest, older women should

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Look at the nature of reality and learn tomanipulate it intelligently, our thoughtsare real and create physical realityWe take our knowledge with us when weleave, if we don’t realise we create realityourselves, we have to returnTo learn that what we encounter is innerreality objectified, love originates in our-selves, not in what we seeWe envision the beauty we seem to per-ceive and everything

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We are fantasies come alive manifestations of consciousness realizations of ideas and visions the universe is one interpretation of innumerable alternatives, more than 99 per cent of the measurable content of our physical dimension is invisible dark matter, the demonstrable effect of invisible energy – all mass is solidified power to be released when requiredTrying to turn this topsy-turvy,

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Love people unconditionally which means never expect anything, simply enjoy their existence as you enjoy flowers and treesthey are not there for you, only remaining aloof you will know peace while delighting in their diversity, never trust them as they are not placed on earth to be worthy, like you - we are all here to enjoy the journey not to serve anybody - here to have fun and never get it

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You are happy, enjoying self-pity - but no fun for me - no freedom to be myself while you lament your life, spending time in sackcloth and ashes Feels like fire and brimstone to me; there is no helping certain people and I am one of them; as of now I shall read my book patiently till you start to count Your many blessings; it might even dawn on you that the bane of your life – ME – was a blessing

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Our quiet school days were immensely enriched when we read Short Stories by Herman Charles Bosman, Oom Schalk Lourens feeling inferior as he lay in old clothes under Abjaterskop while being sniffed by a curious old leopard A young girl thinking it quite commonsense for a young man to dive under the blanket every time a policeman appears; a congregation singing Ps 119 all verses when the pastor

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Rituals are wonderful, the marvellous ritual of greeting beloved landmarks, when we were small my sister and I used to greet a bridge we passed frequently, I greeted a house resembling an over-decorated cake Nowadays I greet three wonderful white houses as we drive to work, wondering about impressive styles, how could their forms have evolved - the third being the most romantic: a Baroque wall

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Every afternoon I catch the sun gilding my little menagerie of figurines and wonder at it, knowing the sun sent these golden beams makes me so happy, my two mermaids (I prefer two of every-thing) and the two small fairies on a sailor’s chest, the porcelain shepherdessThe sun is mischievous, showing the dust clearly, one day I shall get a glass dome for my group, now just watching the sunlight

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1. The slight headache of this morning has now become a vortex of discomfort in which I am twisting and turning as pressure increases, all sense of responsibility lost, I’m forced to see a doctor for antibiotics to combat infection or whatever other ailment is wreaking such havoc, I cannot watch the screen, no coherent sentence forms as I read; all I know is strangulation and suffocation and

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1. Foolish EnterpriseStruck dumb, overcome by this day’s exigencies, opening a document written in Tunisian legalese, no Internet access, looking up terms deepens the mystery, no email messages, no communicationMental files locked in a mist of incomprehension, eyes flickering, images on screen moving, trying to get anything done when my brain is on the blink proves to be a foolish enterprise…2.

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She believed she was a gift to the world, a gift from God, therefore others should provide while she made the plans, dreamt the dreams, cherished visionsShe believed she was a holy person, a martyr for God’s work, all money was hers to dispense as she pleased, she dreamt for everyone in the family while they had to provide for themselvesPossessions left in her care were quickly given to the poor,

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Crying she came, GPS not working, Googlemaps not serving its purpose, got lost, but here she is, I comforted her, the driver is dumb, you are the sweetie, sit down, open your gift, just as you dreamed: a crystal cake stand, so beautiful, you gave me a hat, knowing my fear of sun on my head, the rest of me enjoying it Her account of family: Mom suffering; healthy right leg twitching at night; hip

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Knowledge of realms beyond this reality is non-verifiable, used in creating mental universes, not useful for constructing inter-subjective consensus, diversity is great for its own sake, the eccentric and unique are assets only when they are original, never made into a norm to be enforcedUnique experiences are individual possessions, we are free to refuse anything disseminated in a quest for

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Beyond belief, beyond love, is a delight, an ecstasy unique of happiness complete Irrespective of creed and belief, religion and cult, New Age and the occultGood and bad is the sameif no Deity, we can do all the evil we want Or if there is no God we must do the good He would did He exist Christ, the biggest atheist, saw people suffering and never said: God bless He helped everyone, so people

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Have not given myself permission to worry, but no amount of self-discipline can stop me from being terribly unhappy about Tiaan feeling ill – nausea and vomiting until his hernia started bleeding - just wanted everything perfect for my son undergoing a small procedure closing an opening as big as a golf ballHis dad took him to emergency, though I trust all will be well, I dislike what is

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I love reading about alien abductees, love speculation about crop circles and strange visitations, learning about occult communi-cation, warbled voices from space, infinite universes and proliferating lifeformsTerry Pratchett’s irreverent account of go-vernments successfully hushing up alien encounters due to alien embarrassment about abducting one another while making crop circles and mutilating

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Cannot escape, cannot lift off to leave life behind; though reading of amazing affection, a sensitive heart filled with love driving emptiness and misery away, I’m still caged in darkness without reprieve Stranded in depressive doldrums but unable to place a cause – given my son’s operation is routine and we’re able to afford best treatment anyway, why feel so bad, where is the missing ideal

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I feel wonderful, saw the specialist todayhe shall operate on Thursday, Tiaan shall be back in school next Wednesday, the surgeon looks so competent, I can trust him with the life of my childTook Nici driving today, bought a pillow for her to sit on when I realised she could not see the sides of the car, accompanied Tiaan and Martin to the hospital, fell asleep in the consulting room because Nici

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Can’t see, can’t think, can’t feel, dark inside, sitting in the light with my colleagues, breathing darkness, saw a psychopath on TV last night killing everyone in sight, no remorse, feeling like I do now, losing all connection to life, inability to work out what is wrong keeps me at my post, reading official texts of which one is lost, search function reveals it in archivesIf only I could search

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My beloved daughter came home in a flurry of stories about feeding lambs, killing foxes and sleeping outside on a farm in Namibia as well as a stream of complaints about her room - I put her trinkets away for visiting family Her bedroom lights inexplicably won’t switch on, her dad gets the brunt of that - I reacted like an autistic child, my lips did not know how to smile, listening in silence to

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I live with the Discworld view that everything, reality and idea, comes into existence when created by imagination, continuing in narrative All-That-Is is the product of thought processes, everybody interacts within temporary illusions brought about and maintained by intersubjective consensus It works as long as we remain in physical bodies to keep these illusions alive; energy, intelligent and

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TEN MINUTES AFTER Ah, ten minutes after my lamenting the hernia fate the GP called, catching up at the end of the day, he says it’s to be fixed by a surgeon, tomorrow I get the report to start calling his office, my son laughing and pulling my legHis dad understood my earlier lament, now the ball is rolling, time to do something about the hernia, started when my son was ten, never told his

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I am a machine, replaying in French an expression of English synonyms so bare of feeling my mind empties, spirit dissolves, soul absconds; my chair contains an empty shell of dark despair I hope my spirit returns, soul again whole after retrieving scattered fragments from ends of the earth, I am so lonely without feelings - utter loneliness remains the only sensation, a curtailed sensory event,

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Mother falling asleep in her chair while writing Bible verses in a journal for hours, face buried in her book, claiming to sleep well at night but unable stay awake during the day, falling asleep during meals May her dreams be sweet, accompanied by music she made everywhere she went, may her last hours of repose be filled with wonderful memories and the fire in her spirit burn ever brighter with

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When feeling ‘happy’ as in content, self-confident and justified, we can work well When feeling ‘unhappy’ – dis-comfort, self-doubt, being un-wanted - we can’t do anything All activities which exclude imaginative additions are repetitive and boring While things which give free rein to the imagination seem very interesting and enhance Ability and work capacity…

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My system cannot process maize which I ate yesterday, today I feel like crying and burying my head under a blanket - it makes sense why my ancestors, the dinosaurs, died out trying to survive on a diet of wheat and maize Dinosaurs probably committed suicide under the deep depression caused by food intolerance - I can’t prove this, but the compression in my head is terrible so I become

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1. FIRST THOUGHTS First morning back, holiday eyes strain through multifocals which will not focus on a widescreen, work email won’t open, password can’t be changed, no access to G-drive documents, clearly some ‘me’-time here Time to reorganise papers and drawers, fill in 2012 diary, get ready for the Maya’s predicted end, should their calendar be right – I sincerely doubt this as doomsday

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The lovely little antichrist, Adam Young, says at the end of ‘Good Omens’ by Pratchett - if he declences Armageddon and the Apocalypse and the forces of hell defeats humankind calling down the wrath of the heavenly hosts Only one gang would be left and soon its members would fight each other: the only way to peace is for all life to cease and who wants that? Adam defeats the four horsemen cum

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Rereading “Ageing is an Attitude” I laughed when realising that what the author depicts as the more reflective, slower lifestyle of the elderly, applies to how I have lived from my youth; no wonder I do not see the distinction between young and old and what has to be changed with increasing ageNow I happily settle into my hermit-existence with more self-confidence - relishing my best

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Finished reading true private eye stories searching for missing persons, so many people romantisize the past and early experience; we should enjoy our visions, not try to find them manifested in real events, it is better to fail in tracing old flames or abusive parentsImagination enables us to improve on reality and create a better world - the fact that the past proves their memories of young

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Today is lost, I could not navigate a steady course, mind disturbed, nothing claims my concentration, surfaced now and again to where my head is snared in a net of meaninglessnessCould not create a purpose or set a Don Quixote task, cannot dream the impossible dream for mother, a hip replacement which financial constraints make impossible, pain her constant companionNo state hospital operations,

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This must be the scourge of allergic people everywhere on earth, trying out new dishes amazing new sauces from heaven, innovative sausages with velvet textures - such delight for a wild palate, enjoying forbidden pleasures Exulting in the universal camaraderie of gourmets then, terrible discomfort and malaise, torpor and lassitude - uncontrollable urges to lie down, when horizontal, neck

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The simplistic soul of the small organism revels in sheer joy of existence, delights in basic being as magnificence, enjoying mani-festation as creative realisationRequiring no other justification for appearance, exciting pulse of life is quite enough, ecstatic in being present in abundance - all that is required for throbbing, shining And singing in total abandon to wanton life, passionately

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I do not trust the long rinse and spin cycle of the washing machine, loud and insane, scrunch up the washing, making careful hanging to obviate ironing impossible; I always interfere in rinsing-spinning since washing machines have been designed by demons bent on torturing humansMy distrust of all kinds of machines; except my adorable laptop who takes every word it is fed and returns it to me in

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And then you said, These are wild dreams and mesmerising schemes, how can I go on, how listen to the song; and I said, But you are strong,your wings are wide now that they have stretchedto encompass the biggest scenes your mind can hold, your view enlarged, your song won’t die,just go and please try to reach yonder horizonThen you flew with arms outstretched, you jumped into the abyss, all seemed

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Everything served as stepping stones, I am not grieving as the end appeared to be a new be-ginning; a higher flight, more enchanting delight,no fear at all, this deep dream unique cannot let me fall as the silver chord and golden thread weave in patterns of meaning eluding me still, but beckoning more beautiful then ever before,a masterful voice uttering words so choice, my soul responds, my

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lifted off, flying away for the first time in ages, reached the dream universe where spiritual experience reach the sublime -- when my characters were enclosed in the ambience of magical feelings and conveyed the sensation to me I was there, in virtual reality, where I can experiment with alternative ways of being…so keep on whispering, it is working, keep on flying, destiny is waiting, joy

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U-oh, private eye searches for missing persons, a beautiful client tracking her first love refusing to meet her, she switched to previous boyfriend who reacted the same wayLeaving me with a thousand questions, an un-solved mystery – what about this woman was so abhorrent to her former acquaintance; why is there is no answer - Then the case of a strange woman’s look-alike daughter dating her own

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A lie-detector expert, Clive Baxter, attached polygraph machines to philodendron leaves, tracings showed typical responses obtained when subject to brief emotional stimulation, he decided to burn a leaf and the tracing went wild showing fright, the plant read the threat he only formulated in his head!‘The Secret Life of Plants’ by Christopher Bird and Peter Tomkins proved that plants respond to

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Just finished rereading “Wee Free Men” introducing Tiffany, displacing suffocating allergic reaction due to culinary indulgence by diving into the enchantment of Terry Pratchett’s wonderful proseDid not want the book to end, the story should continue for eternity… sometimes I try to leave the land of dreams, Tiffany found dreams were used to lead people astray – then I eat things that make my

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THE THIRD EYEThe third eye grants a knowledge divine says a Sanskrit Manuscript, with the lightof a million lustrous suns, today scientistssuppose the pineal gland to be the third eye White and grey tissue, pea-sized, cone-shaped, buried at the back of the skull on the brain’s mid-line; primitive, light-sensitive, producing hormone melatonin - melanin pigment for skin/hair colouring Manufactured

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A wonderful life, serving his fellow-man the only fear of old age is death seen as non-being until resurrection at the end of time to face his loving God – such sweet belief led to amazing accomplishment, he is to be commendedHe never allowed an Arthur Findlay to influence him, never checked the British Occult Society or Sir Arthur Conan Doyle on continuous awareness after death, nor allowed

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Aging is attitude: what you are when you are young will come to pass as you age; the biggest problem is this book was written by a pastor with years of loving community service, he even served three missionary years in Africa, he recommends service and teaching to fulfil the older person’s need to be neededGiven that I am not a community person, never mastered the art of participating in group

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Kitchen turned into a war zone, books from library making up for lack of colours removed at your request, two wooden boards to lift my books high for easy reading‘Mind, Magic & Mysteries’, ‘Strange Stories and Amazing Facts’, ‘True Stories of a Private Eye’by Tillman and Hunter; Cecil Murphey’s ‘Aging is Attitude’ – such fun finding theseI shall read them one by one, already doing fine;

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Cannibal squid and ninja shrimp, three pupils in eyes on mobile stalks, mysterious tides of red algae, fragile seahorse dwarves found in the CaribbeanPalpable disapproval in angry frowns, I put everything bright, glittering and beautiful awaylay down to watch TV, Nat Geo Wild, squid and shrimp and seahorses and Wizards Deutsche Welle, Weihnacht in DeutschlandGefangenenaustauch, Heimatorte, Geizel

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‘Through The Wormhole’ Morgan Freeman debating whether intelligent life exists in our universe led to my mind getting stuck on the wrong mental station where my fictitious characters cannot help in resolving the argument My five senses let me experience the dead universe which Morgan Freeman insists is the only thing in existence – making me feel so des-perately lonely; I need an alternative to

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Charmed by the wonderful wit of Terry Pratchett in Carpe Jugulum, sharing Agnes Nitt’s admiration for the Right Reverend Mightily Oats’ kindness in helping Granny Weatherwax under the ruse that she was helping him and Granny’s grudging res-pect for a priest of Om no longer burning witches, not burning in holy fire himself meaning he is truly an honest man and bringer of light to dark places The

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Finally swam today, went down to the poolwhere a 16 year old kid did not mind having to escort his mom everywhere – the boy is a treasure; went down the slide and thought I would flip over the side while going around the S-curves, especially when turning nearly 180 degrees trying to sit up from lying on my back which increased the speed much to my chagrin because it made the whole

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Travelling by means of an affordable magazine from Demi Moore, open marriage to Kutcher who had to make his babies elsewhere and thus lost the delight of his broad-minded wife who meant freedom to breed is only her prerogative To Designer Coffins for glorious burial, a son beating cancer just to be killed by a wild group of teenagers at night, an Indonesian man ravaged by a mystery tumour disease

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A Dior-clad skeleton, lipstick perfect, brilliant specimen advertising disaster relief while illustrating famine effectsA self-centred fashion icon starving to death in an attempt to stay fatally slim dying in two or three weeks at leastKeeping to a masochistic regime, she shall be dead soon; I stare transfixed such a fate could never befall meI top up all ‘faux pas’ in food intolerance

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Reading the Apocrypha, speculating why Church Fathers said young Jesus taught scribes while rejecting the content of his lessons delineated in the Arabic Gospel; did they realise only vague mysteries would survive? Enjoy reading how Maria cured ills with the water of Jesus’ bath, how He explained Aleph-Beth to ignorant teachers - the Bible Scribes knew they could only get away by presenting not

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Drove to work in a misty grey cloud of driving rain enlivened by Leroy Anderson’s The Blue Tango played loud, heart striving to rise from my chest, longing to be the mischievous theme ‘taraTAtataTAra’ while the more sedate main melody happily dances by itself ‘taratataRAtaaaaa, taratatatatataTAra’I pulled off the street and sing along, this is the tango I want to dance one day, arms bowsprite

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I try to prepare for the end of year meal, stringing miniature beads on fishing line should do the trick keeping my fingers busy and my mind at ease, but it isn’t working, I have already started to turn into Quasimodo, the hunchback, tonightAlready my eyes are out of focus - I feel unsure of myself, I know my presentation is not the right thing and I cannot blame my colleagues for thinking that I

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Came the clarion call – oh come, all officials, come collect diaries and bags to prepare for next year, obediently we trooped downstairs to receive a mousepad flashing in orange fluorescenceTook an extra one for Madame Pompadour - missing in action again; Hanlie took one for June who refusedto leave her chair, too enamoured of her computer to move at all, this morning June lamented: Vanity,

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Have already filled in a production sheet to prove I did useful things after suffering immensely with Internet flickering like demented Christmas tree lights, losing email connection intermittently, but suddenly my desk is clean, Now – after completing my documents in a demented state, fuming at the mouth, mind un-stable, Disciples of Cool install a cable to ensure continuous Internet connection;

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Maria von Trapp complained she couldn’t stop singing and saying everything that comes into her mind, in tribute to his favourite flibbertigibbet Pratchett invented the Chattering Order of Saint Beryl Articulatus with Sister Loquacious and Sister Voluble who were free to be quiet for one hour on Thursdays only Pratchett’s causal narrative makes redress for all past injustice, fills me with

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The worst thing about heaven is it only boasts two world-class composers: Liszt and Elgar, the best of the rest – Bach, Beethoven, Brahms and Mozart apparently all went to hell: I shall gladly join them there Hope to meet Bizet and Strauss as well and that some enchanting demon finally teaches me to dance properly, preferably a waltz and a wonderful tango – like the one Death danced dramatically

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Thank you for the tick oh Literary-Minded Cleverness – it is not only your melodious rhythmical poems I revere and eschew to stay on the straight and narrow But also writings by others that might awaken emotional responses other than humour, inspire spiritual or uplifting ideas – many write poems ferociously I dare not seek the music which your poems flow apace, must avoid magic which my ten

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Coffee break at ten, whirled through the antichirst’s birth as retold by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett - the Spawn of Satan without hoofikens, looking unlike his daddy-waddykins as Sister Loquacious remarkedBrought to a Chattering Order where nuns speak incessantly, however inconsequential, in marvelous contrast with the usual nun’s tale of silence broken by delightful renditions of holy songs

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A beauty that mesmerises, a description of a trip a stream cascading melodiously with a wonderful beat, so beautiful, it hurts - why does true beauty inflict a feeling of hurt - at least for me?Maybe because of my irrational desire to become part of it and I cannot, especially of visual beauty which used to drive me insane with desire to fuse with the scene - since it is impossible To become part

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Pratchett’s vision in ‘Men At Arms’ overwhelms – the enormous scope of scenes he paints reduces me to tears and silent wonder Sam Vimes’ income spent caring for widows and orphans of deceased watchmen; Angua facetiously claims he spends it all on women Captain Carrot explains Vimes one-man pension fund scheme, tells how he lives frugally to provide for those he sees worse off than him, For

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A change of perspective is the best way to deal with depression due to tastefully wrapped Christmas gifts with allergy- causing honey, chocolate and cheese Delicious shivers when I read the Pre-Cambrian era lasted 300 million years as an ice age - 800 million years ago:if we humans exist on a planet That survived such disasters, why worry about anything - if a sudden catastrophe plunged Siberia

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How we feel moment by moment is the main event so we feel like dying when moment by moment the email goes off, the Internet connection is lost, blood sugar plummets - I suck sweets to remain uprightMoment by moment words haunt me: we must save earth from greenhouse effect, save energy; yet air-con is churning, Kingley becomes a furnace without it, what-ever we do to survive, we are guilty: do not

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Cautious, cold words throwing ice water on all enthusiasm – good grief, thank you very much, indeed, what a sad, cold world it is, but never you mind, I have Miss Bianca, Mary Poppins and Pollyanna inside to pull me through when drowning in ice-floes is the only option left So I get out of the trenches and rest my mind in the higher dimensions from whence came these very trenches in the first

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Got into bed enveloped in the warmest delight reading how Captain Carrot of the Night Watch met Lance-Constable Angua, how she laughed when Carrot made the new recruits repeat the oath quoting all details, comma square bracket insert name here, comma, deity of choice; how likeable Carrot is, glowing with the inner light of conviction, how honest, serious and wonderfulEven better, how much

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A go-getter, so energetic, a perfect complement to your work ethic – though dogged & determined still rule-bound and duty-led; she’s fancy-free an enthusiast with lots of joie de vivre lightening ambiance, bringing joy you’d never see or fabricate alone; so there, you see I’ve filled in some details of your Chronicles

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Depressed in losing sunshine, laughter and fun, happy noises, delightful chaos, little voices babbling, running feet, curious eyes, small mouths sweet as they sleep exhausted from the world as an experience of glorious loving and the phenomenon of being Why be calm when the troupe moves on, Dad cajoling, Mom consoling; you’ve earned the tableau of honour obligatory as beloved Père Noël,

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As the day is simply beautiful I drove to work with a song in my heart, a smiling Pollyanna greeting me, agreed it better to end being eaten by the last cannibal tribe than languishing quietly at homeHeidi impishly explains imaginary pains, nothing daunts her resolute spirit; Mme La Pompadour sends a note she’s ferrying the whole old-age home around, while Maria Von Trapp’s engaged on the family

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Giant spiders – tarantulas – in Brazil, Great Whale Sharks in False Bay, no water in Djibouti’s lunar landscape, I am watching Nat Geo Wild in a Zen-trance, kept awake by the ever-present belly-acheHaving the time of my life watching the lives of others without dreaming of joining them: when only one fervent wish is left,freedom from discomfort and pain, there is no place for any other desire to

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Spiritualists claim we chose our own lives; whenever you tell me to shut up, I wonder why I chose a life in which I would never be heard, not allowed to express anger at allMaking me balloon in my frustration- the only reasonable explanation I can find is so that it would force me to write; when I try to explain my ideas you turn away in disgust, and It is your right – teaching me it is my duty

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Life is bizarre, received a letter incriminating a State Doctor for assaulting a patient; subsequent indictment of another doctor and all officers at the police station where she lodged a complaint Made it clear this person causes her own problems, she descries all in self-righteous indignation -everybody gets angry when she opens her mouth to spew forth a stream of poisonous words A second

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Driven my mind into a ravine, sought escape by transforming mental state from despondent to a receiver of the magic Pratchett weaves by mixing enchanting quantum into everything‘All things that might have been, have to be, in thousands of universes twisting together like plaited ropes’ - somewhere among this, our minds exist as a shadow play of light I felt myself changing into a different being

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Wonderful thing about dreams kept in the closet until it seems the time is right to dream again I still cannot dance, so the dream about Death dancing a tango with me as Renate Flitworth, is ever new Any dream can be rekindled by the merest nuance triggered by a soft whisper designed to create a fairy-tale romance – whenever my Mary Poppins dream of being allowed to help people in need by means

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Mary Poppins is dying of boredom, don’t know what Pollyanna is doing, Maria von Trapp is bustling as always, Heidi is diligently doing administration Madame La Pompadour discreetly stays in her bed and only moves to her couch when vertigo and double vision abateWhat is the use of finding the element of fun in every job to be done when the cake Mary Poppins enjoyed in the park before riding the

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Dreams need no corporeality:a dream fulfilled becomes one-dimensional reality without power to draw desire and passion through us I love dreams as ideas, romance as mirage, an image in the mind: therein lies its power, a vision to be filed for later use when it fails to enticeMaterialisation only shrinks the infinite dimensions of original enchanting vision, I cherish dreams until threadbare, I

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Archetypes stay the same, only details vary according to the personalities of those expressing these types within guiding universal themes My dream is to become an inspiration to a person in need; maybe this ideal will never be fulfilled and that’s why it keeps a magical hold over me Making the sun appear as a golden orb of warm, liquid love in the sky caressing all with soft velvet beams; it is

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In a flash of inspiration Ipicked up the dry branch lying in my path as I started on my lunch-time walk Nearly took out the eyes of one or two hapless passers-by - apologising profusely -with a Cheshire-cat grin Took the heavy duty lift to sixth floor, mounted my contribution to office interior decoration on coat hanger stand, secured With pink scarf, added imitation crystals, artificial roses

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When the rain came, I felt glad again, sitting in the office early Monday morning suddenly seemed a great privilege after watching sturdy truck drivers negotiating the fairytale beauty of slippery snow roads all over Alaska - I realize I could never drive one of thoseWatching labourers constructing buildings I know I could never help them do so, sitting cross-legged on the floor of the emergency

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Enfolded in the most soothing feeling of accomplishment, I have completed the second warrant of arrest with enough archaic phrases to humour my flighty mind We command, require and instruct to receive, maintain, uphold, re-enforce, apply and implement the warrant of arrest, nobody shall be left in doubt about Action to be taken after such strenuous commanding, requiring and instructing,such

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Ultimate pain – a psychotic psychopath suffering from hysteric neurosis, xenophobia and agora-phobia, loaded Microsoft Outlook on Government computers, now these hypersensitive machines are plagued with morbid fear and anxiety disorderThe screen shudders every time I type, the whole spiel shuts down at the least indication of hard-ware malfunction, email unstable, telling us it is connected and

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Terry Pratchett said we wake up in the morning with existential dread of fifty eight per cent, randomised guilt of ninety four per cent, I don’t agree; only in the morning?In my experience it is a process con-tinuing all day long, guilt and dread alternately peaking every hour with plateaus of exhausted peace in be-tween, I try to tell myself Trying our best is good enough, but as boring texts

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Love is a wonderful form of self-delusion, a game anyone can play with a willing team-mate on the basis of an illusionery ideal of affection that can be filled to perfection by anyone interesting, relying on chemistry and shared interestsWe are all able to become masters of illusion-but the only authentic question is do you love yourself, do you enjoy your own company - if your answer is NO, you

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A nice, dry, non-committal reply: Och weelll nowLassie, whether it means anything I dunno’ care, whether I’m dead or alive, thriving or ailing for summa’et, does not make a difference, I guess we were meant to chew on stones and tins and scale the mountain of accomplishment With nary a comment, whether ye have a raw talent is neither here nor there, it passes the mustard and brings the pepper and

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I still sometimes shrink - how dare I write somethingassuming somebody would want to read what I have to say, then immediately overcome the problem by reflecting someone like you - with a brilliant mind straightens skew and awkward limbs and polish uneven surfaces - ergo - I shall keep on writing because there is one consciousness who has not given up on me Sometimes I gasp at my own audacity to

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The little alien clings stubbornly to rafters in my mind demanding attention; even considering attempts to ignore him pays foully in painful headaches – I close the official files, look warily into its warped little mind, ask what it wants so I can continue with my work I am bored, he replies, need adventure, give me the lead role in a fictitious show – but my characters are gone I remind him,

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She remembers unhappiness at age ten, wanted to die, cried nights, an indictment on everyone near – especially me who slept fingers in ears to quietly dream Why she was so unhappy I cannot say, I lived life in between, mind empty-black and sad, lonely until I read books, stories or consummate facts I backed out her world, frustrated mother screaming hysterically, fury mad dad – our loving

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Long ago, almost forgotten in the winds of timea wonderful story fired my mind: a kind, lovable old soul preached how legends and myths told of strange portentsA hero, sensitive and strong, was cast as Lodi, the Spirit King who came down a mountain and was met and helped by a young Prince to establish a new reign of peace on earth Ever since I have been searching for more such imaginative themes

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Knowing the little alien in my head was filled with discontent went to French class prepared full well with a treat for it, Offenbach played on an earphone in only the left ear Heavenly music accompanied Christophe discussing Greece and its woes, a lack of working tax system, no economic acumen,credit obtained on false pretexts Music filling the large, empty spaces opening in my head; taking

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Tossing and turning, spine stiffening from bed to floor, tonight’s special treat in 30˚C means I do not sleep, thoughts returning to a song we sang in choir: ‘Weep oh mine eyes’ I don’t feel like weeping though – prefer sleeping to typing, it makes sense of my uncomfortable life; I have been resting often on the floor as backache turns my bed into an instrument of torture; I’m bored, long to

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The wild genie of feelings has been let out of the bottle again - inadvertently –I shall have to kill it and I have no taste for murder and mayhem right now; to self-destruct on order to become a living corpse is such a schlep…http://www.sparkpeople.comReasons To Stay Motivated 1. Confidence - How did it feel after that first jog around the block? [The asthma attack was horrible, thank you. The

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Stormy seas of surging emotions cannot get off the inner carousel feelings swinging pendulum-free in my confining spirit like mercury unable to eschew increasing heat If I should be in control of my thoughtswhy is it I cannot decide to calm down and be rational again? – Oh - because it is too much like death to be immobilenot plagued by an act or word of rebellion Creating a calm and uneventful

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Every afternoon into the crocodile lagoon a sun-kissed scene, gilded trees, floating, rekindling my dreams, paying homage to sacred memories, renewing my promise forever to cherish one special phraseWherever I may be, wherever I may go, always keep the holy words as a chem in my head, never reveal to anyone on earth, safe against change, treasured in the sweetest depths of my heartNever to share

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Awareness of beauty grows lavishly while seated among Jacaranda trees, green canopies caress the sun with more divinity than mere words embrace – it makes my heart swell in music ‘til lighter than air I float off on the breeze Luckily we are government officials anchored to chairs facing a grindstone patiently; at least my brave Calvinist colleagues are the most upstanding people I have ever met

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Lady Jane Elizabeth Digby born on April 3:how could she leave her children – six – the first one left in his father’s care when she went to Paris, the second sailed away with her dad, her most beloved youngest died while Lady Jane visited friends in Italy - at first I was shocked , how could she leave all her kids – then counted back nine months from Aries birth sign to date of gestation, found

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Skin crisped in an affluent sun,head fit to burst – you show me how Facebook works on this brusque emerald day – leaves sigh in nostalgic wind, I have no human friends, in love with the sound of the breeze, the flame of the sun, no need for other company, stunned by the unity with beauty of warmth and sound Alien voices urge, words don’t reach my spirit, it needs diverse wavelengths to commune

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