Tuesday, July 31, 2007

Kryptonite

Alright...so I think I’m onto something now.Consider this...

If you were given the option to choose exactly one superpower, what would it be? Just one huh.

Most people, first thought, they choose the power of flight. I think its proven somewhere or the other. Regardless, assume it so.

But oh of course, you, yes you, the one with the left-right head movement - we wouldn'tt have chosen flight right - cause we're way too creative - aren’t you now?....any-case, sarcastic superpower aside, most people choose flight! Like Superman!

But consider the power of flight as a superpower on its own, bereft of super-strength and what have you - you couldn’t fly at more than 10-20mph for fear of a branch breaking your ass, or fly into big buildings or testosterone pumped villains...looses its appeal doesn’t it a wee bit.

So then, digression superpower aside (alright I’ll stop), as we live within the constraints of my question, ...what pray would you be choosing?

After a lot of wondering and deep thought, brought about by a soberness of late and gamuts of free time...I think I’m onto something...

Invisibility.

Ponder it dear non-invisible humans.

Saturday, July 21, 2007

The Middle

Something happened this morning that got me thinking and now I “think” I can totally relate to those days of yore when you’d go and kill the frikkin messenger...

So earlier in the day was feeling on the low side of the good life and suddenly popped these 2 messages....2 beautiful full of possibility messages and poof! I tell you I had wings.

I reveled in the joyness and thought ( its a dirty job, but someone’s gotta do it) - if these 2 messages could make me so happy, imagine what a sad message could have done then...
Cause of course, when we go happy, we go happy with a bungee tied to us......not all the way.
But when we go sad though, we go sad with a frikkin brick attached.....all the way.
If you know what I mean.

And if I’m going down I’m taking you, yes you the harbinger of misfortune, down with me (Its a dirty job but somebody’s gotta do it)

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

Come Together

Oh technicolour dream
Cocooned within your seams
Time paths entwine
And I chose the wrong one
Without blinking an eye

Easy choices
So hard it is to fathom
The magic you weave
When even mermaids were easier to leave

Oh technicolour dream
Wish I’d blinked that eye
And now another path you paint my way
So hard to fathom

Thursday, July 12, 2007

One Headlight

Love this quote.

"Life shouldn’t be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, martini in the other, totally worn out and screaming, “Woohoo, what a ride!”"

Now to live it. WooHoo.

Friday, July 6, 2007

So Long, Marianne

There’s a topic. But for fear of being read I don’t write it.
There are answers. But for fear of being answered I don’t ask.
There are moments. But for fear of fear I don’t wander.

Don’t understand me....don’t try. Even I don’t venture there when I get all weird and sucky. The spell check tells me sucky’s not a word and highlights it in red for the world to see...maybe not in your dictionary buddy...but in my life, sucky’s a reality.

Emotions are a funny thing. Ever considered giving them up. Not that thats an option (they’re fastened to your soul with their fine spider web). But for the sake of the dreaming, just saying no at the gates of entry...”no thanks, I think I’ll do fine without that...just fine. The downside emotions look scary and too many to me...can I instead substitute that with the ability to fly and x-ray eyes.”

I learnt that in Vedic astrology they believe that life has 60% lows and 40% ups/happy days etc. Kinda depressing. Ah well, join the club.

Play something for me Leonard, play something

“Oh, you are really such a pretty one.
I see you've gone and changed your name again.
And just when I climbed this whole mountainside,
to wash my eyelids in the rain!

Now so long, Marianne, it's time that we began
to laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again. “