Last night, I just could NOT drift off to FairyLand. I did deep breathing and other relaxation exercises but my efforts proved tragically futile. I got up, did some design/layout work, read, visited Shoutyface and came upon a couple Jim Wright posts which, I suspected would ensure I’d never, in this lifetime, find my way to Nod. I read them anyway, like a kid who can't stop watching horror movies at bedtime. DOH!
Twitler, just in case you missed the broadcast, is criminally merciless, indifferent and barbarically malignant. I’m being kind though.
A clear conscience is the sure sign of a bad memory.
~ Mark Twain
Or, in 45’s case, senile dementia.
I do not believe anyone can be perfectly well, who has a brain and a heart.
~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
This means, of course, that Trump and his Republican party are in perfect health OR they’re Cylons. Seems obvs, don’cha think?
|Brothers, clearly, though the one on the right has better hair.|
~ Gaylord Nelson
The rapacious goat fuckers of the GOP – conscience-free AND they're decidedly not forward thinkers. It’s all about RIGHT now. Wait, does this make Trump and his Republicans live-in-the-moment Zen Buddhist types? Nah. Goat fuckers – every last one.
I will not let anyone walk through my mind with their dirty feet.
~ Mahatma Gandhi
|The Sleep of Reason |
Produces Monsters (No._43)
Francisco José de Goya y Lucientes
Ah, if only it was so simple. The Greed Gang just bangs in without knocking and OOF such filthy feet!
We have been to the moon, we have charted the depths of the ocean and the heart of the atom, but we have a fear of looking inward to ourselves because we sense that is where all the contradictions flow together.
~ Terence McKenna
Truth! Honestly, steadily gazing at our motivations, foibles and such can be horrifying. I imagine this is why von Clownstick has never, ever done it.
We are all wired into a survival trip now.
~ Hunter S. Thompson
It doesn't matter what you think about consciousness, higher truths, or different dimensions - it's what you do and what you are that counts.
I've known a few pretty talkers in my day. I always want to tell them "walk it, don't (just) talk it" why haven't I? Eh, I figure these sweet-epiphany spewing wordsmiths are too much in love with their big enlightened brains and the sound of their voices. They're burbling siren songs to listening questing souls – girls and boys not so cynical as yurs truly. Why stomp on someone's sweet sex-magic call with my peasant punk crows of "oh puh-leeze brother, it's getting deep and whiffy in here.”
There is a self-destructive program running in the consciousness of humanity, and we must write a new program.
~ Bryant McGill
Tell it, brother!