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There was a young woman I know,
Whose bum hung incredibly low.
It came in quite neat
When finding a seat,
But it wasn't much fun in the snow

(Boom-boom)

Lazarus Emotion

Every time it ends

It ends so deeply

So cold and crushing

We cannot see the bottom

So soon, there is

No up,

No down

No light above

Immobilised

Crushed

Stripped of volition

Overcome by pressures

We cannot withstand

Let alone fight

Though strike out we do

In futile hope

Or habit

Safe

There is a place I go

A solid bastion

Almost the ultimate refuge

Proof against the Painful,

The Pestilent, the Sad

Except, somehow,

You got your hands on the @*% spare key!

Daddy's Book

My Daddy tells me how to live.

He wrote it in a book

My Daddy tells me what to think

Who to hate and where to look

He tells me, “Be compassionate

To those who will not learn.”

He tells me “Teach the ignorant

Or else they'll surely burn.”

My Daddy preaches love for all

Even for those He damns

And the ones I curse and burn and kill

(For I am my Father's Hand)

Comfort comes from giving up

On thinking for myself

From judging others from moral peaks

From one book upon a shelf

My Daddy promised eternal life

I want to live with Him

Immortality beckons me

The Devil takes those who sin

I need my faith, my stout belief

No ambiguity

Damned be logic, damned be thought

I need my Certainty

My Daddy preaches tolerance

And love for fellow man

Unless you're are a Liberal

Or gay

Or a Darwin fan.

Inclement

Rain. Singing Me. Voicing Soul's song.
Wind. Be the strength that I don't have. Pounding. Impotent.
But heard. (If only by me).
Take a Mind.
Wring it out like a sponge.
Take a Trust.
Deceive it. Then laugh.
Take a Heart.
Cut round it. Twist it like an apple.
Take a Love.
Make a contract only you can change on a whim.
Take my Guts.
Turn like spaghetti on a fork. Repeat.
Drain me. Make black pudding.
Make me watch myself eat it.
I won't cry. I can't cry. I dare not start.
This hollow shape is a keg of tears.
A pottery soldier.
Will not. Cannot. Dare not crack.
Repaired. Patch over patch over patch.
Over patch.
Have to.
Or else
Cry into Eternity.

Item 1:
A CD of pictures of my wife and kids with the inscription, "This is why I lived."

Item 2:
A CD containing random episodes of I'm a Celeb, X Factor, Big Brother, Jeremy Kyle,etc with the title, "This is what many people actually called entertainment. A sign of our ethical, spiritual (and cerebral) decline."

Item 3:
A lump of charcoal with a label saying, "Sorry about the trees."

Found some debating figures I collected (mostly from The Office of Statistics) quite a while back and thought I'd post them just as a matter of record.

In 2001:

£36.6b was spent on alcohol, equivalent to 5.8% of all consumer expenditure.

UK consumers spend more of their disposable income on alcohol than on, for example, personal goods and services, fuel and power ...or tobacco.

In comparison, Britons spent £7.2b on activities such as going to the cinema, theatre, museum and bingo combined

Alcohol related annual cost to health services: £20.5b
Alcohol related annual cost to police/legal services: £1b
Total:21b

Smoking cost the NHS £2.7b annually.

Since these figures are 8 years out of date, and the number of smokers have since been considerably culled, I guess there's an even greater difference between the totals now.

Today, Gordon Brown refuses to go along with the recommendations of a committee HE set up when it comes to the conclusion that cannabis doesn't warrant its class B status - but should be class C. 

Yet, the measures implemented by government to curb the excesses of binge-drinking culture are, frankly, as pathetic as they are ineffective.

Funny ol' world, innit?

"The children now love luxury; they have bad manners, contempt for
authority; they show disrespect for elders and love chatter in place
of exercise. Children are now tyrants, not the servants of their
households. They no longer rise when elders enter the room. They
contradict their parents, chatter before company, gobble up dainties
at the table, cross their legs, and tyrannize their teachers."

Attributed to SOCRATES by Plato

Graceful Departure

I want an end like autumn leaves
That gracefully depart the tree.
A life beyond the edge of branch
My season reached, a freedom's chance.

To drift upon a breeze refined
Descending toward my life's design.
To welcome all these changes sown
From light received to splendor shown.

And when I've reached my place of rest
I hope my life, by then, shines best.
As I depart this withered shell
With peaceful colors chosen well.

by Scott Scherr

I like Autumn. It's my favourite season. All the elements are expressed so vividly; earthy smells, fiery colours, watery skies, fresh, airy winds.

The world slips into torpor with the message: “I hope you're all well-stocked because I'm going on holiday and turning off the central heating. (I'll leave the water on for you, though).”

Sometimes I feel that pull into listlessness myself. It's not unpleasant but it's as if my spirit is withdrawing like a sort of ectoplasmic sap. The physical experience of the world around me continues but the incorporeal line that connects me to everyday interactions feels stretched and thin sometimes and the awareness of Nature's slow-down becomes more acute.

It's not S.A.D., exactly. Well, not in any negative sense, anyway. I'm sure there's a rational, biological reason for it. I mean, the idea that man is above the ebb and flow of Nature's rhythms is just plain arrogance (and the cause of a great deal of our current problems!).

I wonder if anyone else feels a change like this?

If not, I guess I'm just cuckoo, eh?