Why do I continue to do it?
Why does anyone?
Because we must.
Hyper Smash
Monday, 6 September 2010
Another haiku
A spiteful letter, sent to one who deserved it
Your books, I have no further use for them.
I owe you nothing.
I hope that you shall now cease to harass me with your sniping and your attempts to needle me, after all it was me who was the wronged party, despite what you may attempt to convince yourself.
I have seen fit not to pursue any "childish" vendetta against you as I simply do not wish to indulge in such trivial and worthless affairs and am, frankly, baffled that you, as the offending party in this matter should attempt to pursue one.
Your arrogance is astounding.
I can only assume that it is simply beyond your level of comprehension that I should be simply too busy with my own affairs and not in the slightest interested in yours, though I know from personal experience how such things enrage you. Perhaps you should learn your place in life.
You are a spinless coward and, for that, you have my contempt.
Hyper Smash
I owe you nothing.
I hope that you shall now cease to harass me with your sniping and your attempts to needle me, after all it was me who was the wronged party, despite what you may attempt to convince yourself.
I have seen fit not to pursue any "childish" vendetta against you as I simply do not wish to indulge in such trivial and worthless affairs and am, frankly, baffled that you, as the offending party in this matter should attempt to pursue one.
Your arrogance is astounding.
I can only assume that it is simply beyond your level of comprehension that I should be simply too busy with my own affairs and not in the slightest interested in yours, though I know from personal experience how such things enrage you. Perhaps you should learn your place in life.
You are a spinless coward and, for that, you have my contempt.
Hyper Smash
Friday, 16 April 2010
Do humans dream of organic sheep?
The soul:
In some religions, the soul is the immaterial, eternal, ethereal essence of the human being. Sometimes referred to as the spirit, ghosts, life after death and any number of any other poetic imaginings.
But what is a soul?
Well, dear reader, what do you believe the soul to consist of?
An eternity of peace, becoming one with light and hope? or a sticky green "ectoplasm", Ghostbusters style?
The truth is that no-one can define, let alone decide, what the soul is. Dan Brown purports, in a work of popular fiction, obviously, that the soul is a very real, physical entity that has its own, albeit slight, weight and therefore, for the astro-physicists out there, its own gravity.
Do you believe that?
Or do you believe, as my devout catholic family do, that the soul is trapped, emburdened by the very flesh of which you consist. Bound to silent non-existence until your earthly body is laid prostrate and your heavenly spirit may take flight and be at one with the everlasting? The inference being, of course, that life itself is merely a waiting-room, a waiting room filled with tests, but a waiting room nonetheless, until your death.
Personally, I believe that the search for the human soul and, by extension, the search for God and the search for meaning and purpose, is all just a convenient way of deluding ourselves.
Hyper Smash
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In some religions, the soul is the immaterial, eternal, ethereal essence of the human being. Sometimes referred to as the spirit, ghosts, life after death and any number of any other poetic imaginings.
But what is a soul?
Well, dear reader, what do you believe the soul to consist of?
An eternity of peace, becoming one with light and hope? or a sticky green "ectoplasm", Ghostbusters style?
The truth is that no-one can define, let alone decide, what the soul is. Dan Brown purports, in a work of popular fiction, obviously, that the soul is a very real, physical entity that has its own, albeit slight, weight and therefore, for the astro-physicists out there, its own gravity.
Do you believe that?
Or do you believe, as my devout catholic family do, that the soul is trapped, emburdened by the very flesh of which you consist. Bound to silent non-existence until your earthly body is laid prostrate and your heavenly spirit may take flight and be at one with the everlasting? The inference being, of course, that life itself is merely a waiting-room, a waiting room filled with tests, but a waiting room nonetheless, until your death.
Personally, I believe that the search for the human soul and, by extension, the search for God and the search for meaning and purpose, is all just a convenient way of deluding ourselves.
Hyper Smash
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Wednesday, 7 April 2010
Thus
Love is waiting
You're locked and loaded
Breathe and blossom
Until you stumble, you'll run in circles
You walk on water
How many more times will you hide yourself?
Is there a secret that you keep inside?
I've had enough of this to last a lifetime
You're on your own this time and that's the way it's got to be
But love is waiting, I'll prove it to you
Take my hand, we'll walk on water
Breathe in deep, we'll find our own way down
They'll light our love and we'll burn together
Time is wasting
You hurry, I'm holding
Breathe in, don't panic
Together, we're stronger
Forgetting the question
We will walk on water
Hyper Smash
You're locked and loaded
Breathe and blossom
Until you stumble, you'll run in circles
You walk on water
How many more times will you hide yourself?
Is there a secret that you keep inside?
I've had enough of this to last a lifetime
You're on your own this time and that's the way it's got to be
But love is waiting, I'll prove it to you
Take my hand, we'll walk on water
Breathe in deep, we'll find our own way down
They'll light our love and we'll burn together
Time is wasting
You hurry, I'm holding
Breathe in, don't panic
Together, we're stronger
Forgetting the question
We will walk on water
Hyper Smash
Making up the numbers
You've lost sight of it all, you don't know
You've lost sight, you don't know you know
Hiding under window sills, in dens
Run to the other side of the square
Remember what they told you, mean nothing
They never really liked you
You don't remember anymore, do you?
You've lost your way, I know you know
Hiding under window sills, in dens
Run to the screen for air
Remember what they told you, be nothing
They never really loked you anyway
Hyper Smash
You've lost sight, you don't know you know
Hiding under window sills, in dens
Run to the other side of the square
Remember what they told you, mean nothing
They never really liked you
You don't remember anymore, do you?
You've lost your way, I know you know
Hiding under window sills, in dens
Run to the screen for air
Remember what they told you, be nothing
They never really loked you anyway
Hyper Smash
Friday, 2 April 2010
Dead Roses Don't Fade
Well dressed they follow
Nice weather for it
A line from a film about the end of the world
Nice, I guess
It's hard to smile through tears, but we're trying
Velvet rope is expensive, no expense spared
There's two people in there already
Comforting, I guess
Recite the usual verses
And by the way, who's that over there?
Shame we don't see each other more
And how's the family?
Looks like they all went to the florist
No expense spared
It's the thought that counts
Is that the time already?
I'll see you all back at the bar
I'll have the usual
It's dark in here
Hyper Smash
Nice weather for it
A line from a film about the end of the world
Nice, I guess
It's hard to smile through tears, but we're trying
Velvet rope is expensive, no expense spared
There's two people in there already
Comforting, I guess
Recite the usual verses
And by the way, who's that over there?
Shame we don't see each other more
And how's the family?
Looks like they all went to the florist
No expense spared
It's the thought that counts
Is that the time already?
I'll see you all back at the bar
I'll have the usual
It's dark in here
Hyper Smash
Wednesday, 10 March 2010
Lunch
Right, chow time!
Time to decide what chemical energy I intend to consume at the middle portion of the day.
Chips, salad, pizza, kebab, rolls, sandwiches, soup, burgers, chocolate, crisps, pasta, cakes, pastries, savouries and baked goods. All of these are available a mere stones throw from where I now sit.
But does it really matter? If I stick to my healthy eating vow or pig out on junk food, to quote Morrisey, what difference does it make?
"But wait!", I hear you all scream in unison, "If you eat chocolate or chips then you'll gain weight and we'll no longer love you".
"And think of your vow to lose weight and get fit, you know, the one we all told you you didn't need to take".
Well gentle souls, fear not, for I am at peace with my culinary choices. Be they sweet, sour, savoury or shite, I intend to enjoy them all, regardless of the perceived pitfalls.
So there.
Can you say the same?
You, yes you. You arrogant hypocrite. You glutinous cretin. What say you? What shall you be dining on this afternoon?
You, who judge me and sneer. Who think nothing of curtailing my eating habits with a withering putdown and in the same breath reach for the Milk Tray!
Damn you!
I care not for your input. I do not crave your approval, let alone seek it. Get your own piece-poke in order before you sully mine.
But worry not. This never happened. I was never really here. You're all simply howling at the menu. You sorrowful fools.
Chicken mayo salad roll with bottled water by the way.
Hyper Smash
Time to decide what chemical energy I intend to consume at the middle portion of the day.
Chips, salad, pizza, kebab, rolls, sandwiches, soup, burgers, chocolate, crisps, pasta, cakes, pastries, savouries and baked goods. All of these are available a mere stones throw from where I now sit.
But does it really matter? If I stick to my healthy eating vow or pig out on junk food, to quote Morrisey, what difference does it make?
"But wait!", I hear you all scream in unison, "If you eat chocolate or chips then you'll gain weight and we'll no longer love you".
"And think of your vow to lose weight and get fit, you know, the one we all told you you didn't need to take".
Well gentle souls, fear not, for I am at peace with my culinary choices. Be they sweet, sour, savoury or shite, I intend to enjoy them all, regardless of the perceived pitfalls.
So there.
Can you say the same?
You, yes you. You arrogant hypocrite. You glutinous cretin. What say you? What shall you be dining on this afternoon?
You, who judge me and sneer. Who think nothing of curtailing my eating habits with a withering putdown and in the same breath reach for the Milk Tray!
Damn you!
I care not for your input. I do not crave your approval, let alone seek it. Get your own piece-poke in order before you sully mine.
But worry not. This never happened. I was never really here. You're all simply howling at the menu. You sorrowful fools.
Chicken mayo salad roll with bottled water by the way.
Hyper Smash
Tuesday, 9 March 2010
Haiku
Winter is receding en masse
We know that such things cannot last
Nothing will stay the same
Hyper Smash
We know that such things cannot last
Nothing will stay the same
Hyper Smash
Oh, hi there!
My new blog.
It's basically a chance to catch up on my infantile musings and belligerent grumbling.
Congratulations!
Since you all love to hear (read) me wittering on I shall be updating this whenever I can find the generosity in my heart to liven up your dull lives.
You're welcome!
No, really.
No, you.
Yeah.
Love you more.
Bye.
Bye.
Bye.
Love you.
Bye.
Bye.
Hyper Smash
It's basically a chance to catch up on my infantile musings and belligerent grumbling.
Congratulations!
Since you all love to hear (read) me wittering on I shall be updating this whenever I can find the generosity in my heart to liven up your dull lives.
You're welcome!
No, really.
No, you.
Yeah.
Love you more.
Bye.
Bye.
Bye.
Love you.
Bye.
Bye.
Hyper Smash
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