What in the wild, wild, world of sports are you two on about?!
The wind in the willow’s playing, ‘Tea for two’
The sky was yellow and the sun was blue
Strangers stopping, strangers just to shake their hand
Everybody is playing in the heart of gold band, heart of gold band.
The OPs problem here is he’s a poor bloke … it’s always the poor who decry the “system”. Of course he hates the money grubbers because the money grubbers done did grub all his money. I can assure everyone here that from the money grubbers point of view, everything is fine, everything is perfect; why, there’s no reason to change anything right now (except massive increases in rental subsidies).
It sucks being poor, and being middle-class sucks even more … suckers in the middle-class are getting hammered by taxes, fees and what-not; suckers. I think Gracie Slick said it best “I was wrong, being rich is totally cool”.
You’ll excuse me, please, I’ve an extra thousand dollars here that I don’t know what to do with … so I’m heading off to the nearest Indian Casino … make sure the poor lil’ children on the reservation have shoes and textbooks and iPhones …
“Precipitate” … funny … GIGO, go ahead and consider that joke officially stolen … [smile]
Tiny purple fishes run laughing through your fingers, and you want to take her with you to the hard land of the winter.
Actually, depending on where you are, the Neolithic didn’t end until a few hundred years ago, when the people of the New World first acquired metal tools, and may still be going in some remote parts. Northern Europe was still in it until less than 4000 years ago.
Now, back to our Friday Festival of Psychedelia. They sure don’t write lyrics like those anymore! Everything today makes too much sense.
Maybe the OP is Jon Anderson.
If you remember the Sixties, you weren’t there.
Obviously, neither I nor Qadgop were there.
In love pool eyes float feathers after the struggle. The hopes burst and shot joy all through the mind. Sorrow more distant than a star. Multi-color run down over your body. Then the liquid passing all into all. Love is hot, truth is molten.
I was 4 when the 60’s ended
To summarize the originating post:
*The OP’s blood’s so mad feels like coagulating
The OP’s sitting here just contemplatin’
The OP can’t twist the truth it knows no regulation
Handful of senators don’t pass legislation
And marches alone can’t bring integration
When human respect is disintegratin’
This whole crazy world is just too frustratin’
*
And we’re telling the OP
Over and over and over again my friend
Ah, we don’t believe
We’re on the eve of destruction
Symmetry - that’s how I read it.
All of these great minds gathered together makes me think I can finally get an answer to the biggest question of our time: Are we human, or are we dancer?
We are star dust. We are golden.
Hold me closer, Tony Danza. Count the headlice on my hiney.
If you do Twitter, you could do worse than reading this guy: Max Roser. He is a master of graphing data, and his focus is on societal changes throughout history.
(“Yellow Ledbetter” by Pearl Jam)
Yes mam, batshit is what popped outta my head when I spoke in the mirror to you. Cuz dats all I gots to says about dat one mister. Did I sound dumb there, ugh. ok - good.
“Hey Doc, when’s my next lobotomy appointment to enhance my neurotransmitters for polluted information so I may inject it easier each night before bed.” - George Carlin’s type of insanity
Chaos comes easy when we band together to accept it for tranquillity. Bring back the carbon scrubbing trees, so we still have a chance at having clean air. Nahh that’s silly - we want to keep cutting them down for industry standards to be met because there’s still more houses to be built with it or some shit like that.
Sometimes writing is like a painting, you’re doing it to appreciate it yourself. And Then you realize it’s a purple prose approach, but you don’t give a shit because it ain’t all that bad if you give it a chance. I totally agree, I didn’t write that for anyone in particular at first, it was a personal note to myself. Those questions I asked in my original post, were ones I wanted answers to, but I couldn’t find them for obvious reasons.
I came across this message board and posted my thoughts. And to my dismay, and shock, there was a line up of people waiting to bash my thoughts. Which than lead to a game of verbal exchange and observation of blanketed thought.
Sometimes, yet again that word, we criticize because it comes easy. Write a list - on one side of that list > write everything you love about your spouse and on the other side > write everything you hate about them. If you don’t have a spouse write it about yourself… You will >always< find it easier and quicker to write what you hate, than what you love. It’s ingrained in our thoughts. It’s quite an outdated test, but the results are always the same, especially when you watch it live through a two way mirror while the person is doing it. They write with a furious pace on the hate side, and end up pen tapping on the desk while deep in thought to write what they love. Weird, right?
Yes, you certainly are.