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119) Non-Me Source; Diana’s kids’ quotes on Marriage. September 27, 2007

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18:08, Thursday 27th September 2007. 

HOW DO YOU DECIDE WHO TO MARRY? (written by kids)
You got to find somebody who likes the same stuff. Like, if you like sports, she should like it that you like sports, and she should keep the chips and dip coming.
— Alan, age 10
No person really decides before they grow up who they’re going to marry. God decides it all way before, and you get to find out later who you’re stuck with.
— Kristen, age 10
Twenty-three is the best age because you know the person FOREVER by then.
— Camille, age 10
You might have to guess, based on whether they seem to be yelling at the same kids.
— Derrick, age 8
Both don’t want any more kids.
— Lori, age 8
Dates are for having fun, and people should use them to get to know each other. Even boys have something to say if you listen long enough.
— Lynnette, age 8 (isn’t she a treasure)
On the first date, they just tell each other lies and that Usually gets them interested enough to go for a second date.
— Martin, age 10
I’d run home and play dead. The next day I would call all the newspapers and make sure they wrote about me in all the dead columns.
— Craig, age 9
When they’re rich.
— Pam, age 7
The law says you have to be eighteen, so I wouldn’t want to mess with that.
– – Curt, age 7
The rule goes like this: If you kiss someone, then you should marry
them and have kids with them. It’s the right thing to do.
— Howard, age 8
It’s better for girls to be single but not for boys. Boys need someone to clean up after them.
— Anita, age 9 (bless you child)
There sure would be a lot of kids to explain, wouldn’t there?
— Kelvin, age 8
And the #1 Favorite is
Tell your wife that she looks pretty, even if she looks like a dump truck.
— Ricky, age 10


114) Dream: No Light at the End of an Endless Tunnel. September 22, 2007

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Posted: 05:36, Saturday 22nd September 2007

Written: 07:33, Saturday 22nd September 2007

Dreamt: Approximately 1978 to 1983. 

I was walking at night, on my own, up an unknown hill, against driving, stinging rain and bitterly cold wind with no own in sight, no motivation to enthuse me, no reason to go on, except grim determination to carry on, with only heartless sodium yellow streetlights to light my path.

Commentary: I looked for meaning in this dream for quite a while, noticing a King George’s headstone inscription in Hampshire, saying something like, “On my own I followed my path, against all obstacles, with only my hand being held by God’s, to comfort me”

The road looked a bit like Hafod Road, in Hereford, where I lived with mum and dad, going up the hill to what? To a Christian friend’s house, who though formerly inter-faith, was now irretrievably fundamentalist and implacably hateful towards Baha’u’llah? No, I go up the hill, to Mount Carmel, to Snowdonia, to reach the peak, whence I can see what the next peak will be. No Christian who doesn’t believe in Baha’u ‘llah will I let derail me from Him, no matter what! To hell with them!

98) Published: Poem: Piotr Lubienko is the next Red Phoenix! September 17, 2007

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04:00, Monday 17th September 2007.

Piotr was
in The City of The Dome
Piotr 55
and his file was deleted
for crimes against the state
in a state where dissension
and differing opinions
could not be tolerated
and were only seen
as a regretable sign of insubordination
of the individual to the collective.
He became a Runner, a Fugitive, a non-Person, an Outcast, a Misfit.
But when Soviet collective uniformity
gave way to New Age modernity
to spirituality and freedom
Piotr was rehabilitated by the new SS
the Social Security Ministry
and as Piotr 97
enjoyed a come-back
to the City of The Dome
a landslide return to respect, honour and dignity
and acceptance of his Unique Individuality
by the Collective Will
and peace, unity, harmony, fellowship and love
were enjoyed by all
in the new Eden
were God was Real
not just an embalmed corpse
of Comrade Lenin!
Long live Lennon!
Just Imagine!
Piotr was a Dreamer
but he wasn’t the only One!

97) Published: Poem: Comrade Vostok forbids entrepreneurs. September 17, 2007

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Post Created:- 05:38, Friday 27th July 2007.

Written:- 03:28, Monday 17th September 2007.

Comrade Vostok
was of the old school
of the anti-capitalist Union of Soviet Socialist Republics
and when this budding model-Soviet citizen
faithful to the ideals of the ficitious Spectrum organisation
a childish fantasy of good versus evil
of Earth versus Mars
of human Earthling versus Martian Mysteron
of the solidarity and unity of All Earth,
not so very different
so he thought
from the seeds of idealism of liberty, equality and fraternity
which in France had been sown in 1789
and had sprouted in Russia in 1917.
Little 11 year old
Piotr Lubienko
wanted to collect all the cards
about Spectrum,
in the 100 strong series
but the cards cost rubles
and meant buying white candy
sweet cigarettes.
Piotr was only interested in the cards
the pictures showing the drama of Spectrum
pitting its wits against the Mysterons
and the text on the reverse
giving information, insights and understanding
of this world engulfing contest
between the Forces
of Good and Evil
(he hadn’t read Nietsche, yet)
Piotr devised a plan:-
buy the cigarettes
and the cards
and then sell the cigarettes
for the same price
and keep the cards:-
his first foray into the initiative
of trying something new
amongst his comrades,
an enterprise for the good
of the world collective
in the cause of education, indoctrination and party dogma
but to trade in goods
involving rubles
for personal satisfaction
did not sit well
with other Soviet citizens
who denounced Piotr
as a revisionsit imperialist running Dog
a capitalist lackey
and reported his deviation
from strict dialectical materialism
to Comrade Vostok
who gave him a right telling off
I can tell you!
And his initiative, enterprise,
entrepreneurship, capitalist ambition,
confidence in making his way in the Real world
his determination to bring his ideals and dreams
from imaginative virtual Reality
to the Real World
where everyone else lived
was set back for 40 years
in the wilderness
wandering around alone
in the Red dusty rusty deserts of Mars
in magnificent desolation
until the SS arrived
the new Social Security Ministry
of the new CIS
the Commonwealth of Independent States
no longer the old USSR
the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics
and the Twin SS Ministry
and started repairing the damage
restoring Piotr’s spirits
re-habilitating him
re-educating him
coaching, training, teaching, encouraging, heartening, cheering him,
until at 51
his Case of Arrested Development
was reversed
and instead of being 51
with a level of 15,
he returned to 15
and resumed
where he had left off
on 1967!
Back ‘o the net!”
What a Result!
What efficient fellows
the Social Security Ministry are,
The Training Institute for the Russian Federation
are the bee’s knees
dancing like a butterfly
stinging like a bee!
God bless you Michail Gorbachev,
the TIfRF could not have come to be
without your wisdom, insight, inspiration, heart and intelligence.

70) Published: Poem: Openness or Secrecy, Rashness or Tact and Diplomacy September 7, 2007

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04:25, Friday 7th September 2007

wise, tactful diplomacy?
economy of the truth
based on common sense?
or reason and logic
on a sense of reality?
Virtual Cyberspace
and creative dramatic poetic licence?
Or physical survival
economic necessity
law and order
the status quo
and pragmatism?
Or spirit, truth, principle, virtue?
How to decide
where and when to compromise
if at all?
Is it appropriate
for Romeo and Juliet
to create a tragedy
in the name of love?
What price justice?
Is the sacrifice worth the high cost?
What is worth suffering for
if not Truth, love, hope, peace, virtue?
And that suffering appropriate?
Or to be censured by tranquillizers
by suppression of freedom of speech
of not allowing the obvious
to be articulated
of keeping Pink Elephants invisible
to avoid embarrassing anyone
but not that wisdom
which demands
we keep silent
for fear
of speaking the Truth.

66) Published: Short Story: Ray Bennington and the Total Perspective Vortex. September 6, 2007

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19:42, Thursday 6th September 2007.

Ray Bennington was a queer fish, even though he wasn’t gay, just in touch with his feminine side, and vicious as a psychopath sometimes when cornered, and forced to stand his corner. His realised his vituperative tongue could hurt, so tried to be gaurded in his speech and steer away from “muggles” who didn’t understand that “magic” was very real indeed. Over the years he encountered the Total Perspective Vortex several times and the first few times, it scared the living daylights out of him, and sent him into such a flat spin, that he recoiled into “muggledom” to preserve his sanity. This time however, it was turning out differently. He wasn’t scared anymore. And the Vortex was becoming his fast friend. Life was getting wierder and wierder and he was enjoying every minute of it. God the Humourous was having a really Good Laugh. But more about this later; there’s so much to say; where is one to start?

65) News Story/Journal: True Story:- Inter-city 125 loses the will to live! September 4, 2007

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23:54:- Tuesday 4th September 2007

Kevin’s back ‘ear, grafted on by cosmetic surgery! True Story this: I was waiting for the doors to light up on an Inter-City Virgin Voyager from Edinburgh to Crewe to other day, when I pressed the button to open the door. The conductor was standing near me. He said, and I kid you not, “Give me a couple of minutes and I’ll send the train up!” I assumed he meant to say “set” the train up, though the ambiguous meaning could be roughly the same in both cases. Sure enough, shortly afterwards, in the middle of no-where, smoke or steam rose inexorably from below past the window. A possible catastrophic fire? I was taking no chances and moved carriages, though the doors between carriages had then started opening and closing repeatedly as if refusing to act effectively as fire doors. I commented to nearby passengers about the conductors making the train an international laughing-stock and embarrassing the train so effectively it had lost the will to live and was planning to spontaneously combust, like that Chinese airliner on the morning I flew north to Edinburgh a day or so earlier. Later in the buffet car, it became apparent that it was smoke not steam, but just from the brakes, nothing to worry about, the brakes having been used to stop before a system-wide points failure. The train hadn’t wanted to spontaneously combust on account of losing the will to live after being sent up, it just couldn’t see the point to it all any more! In the buffet car, a call to the conductor announced the imminent arrival of William Tell, through the ring-tone on his mobile, the cavalry riding to our rescue. A chance would be a fine thing said the conductor, despairing at how long it would take to get crews out to fix the points problem. Eventually we set off again, but the train changed its destination from Bournemouth to Manchester, and to get to Crewe, I had to change at Preston, and at Crewe, managed to catch my connection to Bangor with seconds to spare, Ash and Brian waiting to pick me up when I arrived. What a trip!