do you want to come
on a journey with me?
to barren lands
floating islands
shadowed people
long legged, stalking animals
a lot of beans
and crutches
forgetting time
and space
just being in the moment
enjoying the beauty of eternity
too have a look at the future
forgetting the past
realising it is all just an illusion
a trick of the mind
ungraspable
and yet as real as you and me
Do you feel the wind blowing?
Or is the air standing still?
Are you standing still?
Or are you going somewhere?
On which ground do you stand?
Or on anything at all?
Do you see the sky above?
Or below?
Do you eat eggs?
Or do you hatch them?
Can you catch a butterfly?
Or transform into one?
Can you tell me the time?
Or has it already melted?
How do you capture eternity?
Or even a fleeting moment?
Are you defining words?
Or are you merely tossing them aside?
I don’t know your name.
Do you know mine?
too much thinking
less feeling
pressured
to capture the day
the impressions
too fresh
lingering in the mind
clouding the judgement
this fixation on writing something
anything
that fits the days theme
... ... ...
wait a night
let it sink in
and then
look at it with fresh eyes
mind unclouded
and a lot to write about
crawling
still crawling
ever crawling
never looking back
not seeing ahead
unchanging view
how far did I crawl?
how much longer do I crawl?
did I ever not crawl?
what if I stop crawling?
don't dare to stop crawling
need to crawl to the end
I'm still crawling
towards the end
that will never come
Once there was a little plant.
And like all little plants it wanted to grow and expand, to see, what the garden had to offer.
But the big plants said: “You are a flower, so behave like a good little flower and stay in your bed. Be pleasant to look at and be fragrant.”
Meanwhile all the little herbs could grow wherever and however they wanted. The little plant envied them and sometimes thought to itself, what it would be like to be as free as a herb.
Then someday some weeds came along. They chatted with the big flowers and herbs but were met with some kind of distant respect. They also spoke with the curious little flowers and herbs.
So the little plant made its first contact with a completely different kind of plant and was very smitten by their tales. They could move freely without the restrictions imposed on flowers or herbs. They were able to explore all the mysteries of the garden and beyond.
And after a while the little plant realised that it never would be the kind of flower that all the big plants said it should grow into. At that moment the little plant started to grow more confident. Deep down in it’s roots the little plant felt, that in fact it was neither a flower nor a herb but a weed.
When first it told the other flowers and herbs about it’s realisation it was met with contempt. But the little plant started to spend more and more time with the weeds and soon looked more and more like a weed itself.
And when the time came for the weeds to move on and to explore another batch of soil in the garden the not-so-little-plant-anymore said goodbye to all the flowers and herbs it grew up with and went with the weeds.
The plant then explored many more batches of soil, met all kinds of different plants, flowers, herbs and weeds alike. It made a lot of friends along the way and grew to be a big, strong weed.
.. .. _@_°
This is a snail.
.. .. (° °) .. _@_°
Now the snail has slimed so much it produced a slime.
But slimes are creatures like you and me ... and like snails. They come in different varieties.
| (° °) round slime | (^ ^) happy slime | (- -) sleeping slime |
| [° °] box slime | /` ´\ angry slime | {~ ~} sick slime |
| I° °I column slime | |” “| frightened slime | <= => watchful slime |
Wikipedia: Slime (monster)
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All nine “Construction Wars” films – epic building opera films – are collectively referred to as the “Skyscraper Saga”:
Episode I: The Marred Terrace
Episode II: Attack of the Cones
Episode III: The Stench of the Shit(house)
Episode IV: A New Rope
Episode V: The Structure Falls Back
Episode VI: Return of the Plywood
Episode VII: The Girder Weakens
Episode VIII: The Last Navvy
Episode IX: The Rise of Skyscraper
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Wikipedia: Star Wars
Disclaimer: No detours were taken while writing this post.
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sweet and juicy
a mix of yellow, red and green
delightfully refreshing
— fruit salad
bed of flour
carrying pearls of taste
soft delight
— fruity sponge cake
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