Sally Holly (2 paragraph story)
Sally Holly was in a horrible mood. "I am so ill and the world hates me; I can't trust anybody." Flocks of boys arrived to save her. Then she turned and said "So long, suckers!" Last we heard was that Sally Holly was living in a two-bit motel outside of LA and had not a friend or boy to chase after her in the world. SH had made the fatal mistake of loving herself. She never knew love because she could not see outside of herself.
Sally Holly decided to take the veil in order to escape her life. She eventually became Head of A Convent in Switzerland. She would frown upon the young novices, always wanting to stop their progress in case they became a power issue. She had taken the name of Sister Narci little realising the connotations. She still continues to love herself. Her God is in her Goddess self-image. Here at Vatican Headquarters we tend to her in her isolated cell of analysis. A truly fascinating human being.
Jottings
Took A Bunk (punky-wunky)
I took a bunk on life
Sick of it all
Tired of the strife
I decided to have a ball
I shot down annoyances
No more crap
Fed up with cloying
I really hit the mat
I got so damn annoyed
With frustration
I really got on a trip
Such anger I was making
The bunk stank as it would
I was really pissed
Decided to just chuck it all
Nothing would be missed
And so my bunk on life
Is today
Really just had to get rid
Of all in my way
True Love
True Love never runs smoothly ...
A Midsummer Night's Dream
and yet here we are in November,
with leaves off the trees
and all looking barren.
And yet romantic love abounds within this.
To be or not to be says Hamlet, may have
connotations that go beyond politics.
For did Orphelia not suffer due to
the protagonist's inaction?
The Abyss Nightclub
More Tales from 'The Abyss' the nightclub to end all nightmares with the biggest one. 'Don't arf fancy 'im'', sprung up Cheryl. Liz answered 'If you like seconds then you're okay, 'erd 'ee was sniffin' around Lesley last night'. Cheryl didn't care. And then somebody remarked: 'Is this the kind of tosh writing that we have to put up with on Facebook these days? I'll write to my MP about it.' The MP was at the bar getting smashed. It was that kind of nightmare. With no ending.
With God
With God, we are in it
Life, I mean
We feel such love
That's God in-between
We struggle for meaning
In our daily lives
Something beyond us
As in heart we try
A Lord who lives with us
In every experience
One who offers hope
If you would believe it
Even unto death itself
Walking by your side
Lord experienced it
Came back on this side
And so new bodies next
Your Lord has come through
Did you really doubt?
Oh silly old you!
Just Like Alice
Tweedle Dum said no
Tweedle Dee said yes
I was in a muddle
Just Like Alice
The cat was smiling
In its way
I was in a muddle
Just like Alice
The Red Queen was in a huff
The White Queen even more so
I was in a muddle
Just like Alice
The Rabbit in a hurry
Maybe off for a curry
I was in a muddle
Just like Alice
I grew so much taller
Then shrank again
I was in a muddle
Just like Alice
Another Car
If I ever get another car
You won't see me again
I'll take off into the distance
Life will never be the same
I'll drive through the mountains
Just like I used to in days gone by
I'll hit the pedal like no tomorrow
Not seen by even one little eye
And I'll laugh and shout 'whoo!'
As I drive through valleys and lakes
I will go so fast in the wind storm
I won't even use the brakes
I'll call the car 'sugar babe'
as she whizzes
She'll be my honey bee
She'll almost be my Missus
For if I ever get another car
That will make me happy
I'll drive in and out the wilds
Not on a motorway
Blogs
MASKS: So many to choose from. In acting and psychology then you try them on. You form an identity which may not be you though you love to try it on. We do this each time we walk out of the door. What was personal becomes public and the mask is required. The job mask, the shopping mask, the walking down the street mask, the going out to the pub mask, the church mask, the posing in the mirror mask ...the mask from yourself ...nothing quite like a good theatre night .
PREDESTINATION: John Calvin, theologian (1509-1564) held that that we are all simply living out all that is meant to be. Well, excuse me for staring at the wall with a blank expression, what if I deliberately go astray? Simple, says the Calvinist, that was in the script. So you see it can't be disproven. All swings and roundabouts and getting back on the bus! Doesn't that question free will? Calvanist replies 'not if it's written in the script'. – Do'h!
PREDESTINATION (2): John Calvin (theologian 1509-1564) got it wrong. God would never grant us free will to believe or not, and then in deception write a script in advance. That would go against God's Nature, and against Natural Law (Aristotle, Aquinas). The hypothesis is flawed. Now you know what I sit up all night thinking about 😌 That, and sitting by the window looking for Uranus, who is moving close. Must get a better telescope (in the loft with roof window, hooked up to computer). Love astronomy.
PREDESTINATION (3) I hope that I debunked the Calvinist theory (see earlier posts). I mean, it just isn't God to play deception with games/scripts. We do have free will to believe or not believe. That is core to how God's Love works. She/He is not a dictator ... He/She wants your love in genuine form. I do hope that we can just forget about being forced into God's Love for it is beauty itself and freely given and totally up to us to receive it or not ±
Gags
ASTRONOMY GAG: I spend my nights eating Milky Ways, Mars Bars and Galaxy Bars. Who needs a telescope!
COMPUTER GAG: Computers are like cars. They depreciate. When it comes to replace them you are always looking for the next MOT.
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