Double-Crossing-Alice Event
I'm bored, thought Alice distraught,
read about the Implementation of a
Doha Declaration - I shouted Aloha
they say in Hawaii; I saw the TRIPS
Agreement, real acronym paradise-
from this moment my slogan shall be
IFDATPA: I Fiercely Dislike All These
Proliferating Acronyms
But her conscience, a venomous con-
coction of angry voices, counteracted
this planned sacrilege with a series of
logical arguments and she decided to
get her mind exorcised to get rid of the
fun-killers in her head so she can have
her own life without voices spoiling
everything she dreams of
Then the little Alien in her head woke up
after being drugged by Lyrica and said:
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Only Darkness Is Left
Great days of freedom and fun,
now I am back, stuck in my chair,
stuck with a text, stuck with myself -
that's it, I'm stuck with ME and I'm
boring myself to death
Dying while trying to read a light-
hearted fantasy, dying while listening
to a cold dissertation on children's
literature by adults who remonstrate
with me for reading it
WRONGLY, we're not supposed to read
anything for enjoyment, life is supposed
to be hard and we should suffer - only
they are smart and suffer in an adult,
grown-up way while I
Suffer like a child - unable to be cold
and cynical about the general human
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Seemingly Good Beset By Cowardice
I know certain things are run by idiocy, the most immoral and
unprincipled rise to the top; but what makes me wonder no end
is why seemingly moral people abet and support them, the only
reason is the seemingly good are also beset by cowardice, need
to relate to weaker specimens, feeling threatened by those with
high moral principles - which means the seemingly good are not
good underneath, just white-washed tombstones
Best is find the humour in their doings, laugh as the situation is
droll - I know the fragile peace between us only exist because I
traded freedom for advantages - however conditional - what use
would freedom be if you were not there to help me deal with the
duties of life - we only live in peace because I obey the law laid
down by physical force - and why not, being free and alone with-
out a home and family would be meaningless
New friends might reveal more of the shortcomings forming part
of life in captivity - after all, when I relate our farcical
discussions to my friend, we laugh no end; thus this relationship
affords food for the soul, sometimes I want equal rights but
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Was, Is And Will Be
‘All that was, is and will be unto end of time, is in the
Torah, from first to last word: details of species, each
individual, all that happened from birth to death'
The old Hebrew version of the Old Testament is a
crossword puzzle computer program, a Bible code;
skip fifty letters in sequences to find the term Torah
at the beginning of Genesis, Exodus, Numbers
and Deuteronomy
The universe a cryptogram set by the Almighty;
the Bible a time-lock opened by computer, code-
breakers found the names, dates and cities of 66
wise men encoded together in a network criss-
crossing Bible text
No spaces between words - 304 805 letters - in a
continuous line: start on first letter, search names,
words and phrases, skip 1,2,3,4 - X letters; start
on second letter, repeat the process and continue
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Particle Wave Reality (Revised)
Solidity is perception of electric
biochemical signals, frequencies
received by physical senses, the
mind weaves these into realities
as beautiful illusions
Energy of consciousness creates
the Universe - projecting through
interference patterns of random
energy-waves
We and all that we perceive, are
manifesting the Consciousness
which created this Universe; we
are Consciousness that always
is, never gained or lost, only
changing form
We are Infinite Consciousness
held in receptacle particles that
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Beautifully Constructed Document
This is an exquisite headache, I have struggled to page 5 and
there still is another ten, though I am required to say when,
the truth is I don't know how to finish this work to make the
deadline, seeking help I found a guru's advice ‘Start paying
attention to how you feel' - not much help there
I feel hot and bothered and desperate and determined to finish
this should I die in the attempt, even writing this is
lessening the time dedicated to my precious text, I cannot
sing about it, diplomatic lines to assure lenders of funds
unlimited and Australians donating many Oz dollars to Africans
A sweet attempt to help Africa from the Middle Ages to the
Enlightenment of infrastructure, irrigation and policies en-
suring good governance - ay, there's the rub, the moment
overseers and supervisors and political reports are needed,
the money is siphoned into an organigram and
Not enough is left for agricultural projects, reorganising the
government does not teach good ethics which should be learnt
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Mother Falling Asleep (Rev. May Her Dreams Be)
May Her Dreams Be
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 time
May the broken hip heal or remedies be
intimated - may certainty of life everlasting
fill her with joy as the physical body finds
it difficult to support a spark of life, may
she share the wonder of existence
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Probability Curves
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 motorbikers, of the Apo-
calypse; continues his lovely life
Discovering the delights of this universe with variety
infinite - a myriad opinions - all different, enriching,
any Doomsday Prophecy merely wishful thinking
on the side of fanatic fundamentalists who want
to dominate one victorious gang
It is impossible in this quantum universe, probablitiy
curves create fields of possibility - no prediction is
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Pedagogues (So Superior) [REVISED]
I am highly suspicious reading how two supercilious,
pedantic pedagogues (so superior) , reduce the whole
world to a kindergarten in which materialist orthodoxy
alone knows anything
The rest of civilization is depicted as idiots and fools
in The Science of Discworld (Revised Edition) , where
Stewart and Cohen wrote chapters on science and
Pratchett described tomfoolery of the Wizards
on the Discworld, definitely fun to read –
But a haughty, condescending tone of its boring
overview of Western science and evolution, based
on assumptions the universe is dead except for
human minds, is nauseating –
reminding of Sir David Attenborough presenting
every hypothesis and theoretic assumption as the
gospel truth. Clearly it is true that science consists
of lies for children, these narrators are scintillating
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Run Out And Lose My Head
Run Out And Indulge
Look for positive aspects in your experience
declaims the Oracle of Delphi - at least in his
own eyes - and I decide this gives me leave
to purchase more purple flowers to bring
a feeling of spring into the office
Sitting here like a wilting willow tree buoyed
by various devices - the sides of a rubber hot
water bottle changed my seat into a purple
stronghold - waiting for lunch to run out
and indulge in the colours and textures
On offer outside, the sun weakened by clouds,
Jacaranda trees threatening to burst into purple
falls and a few shops in which to browse aim-
lessly - for the simple delight of discovering
interesting objects I never would buy
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