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<br> Very few :old: posters about M sadly,<br> housemaid’s knee I suppose ?
There have been some <br> relatively good croc replacements<br> the classy Hopper at the vanguard of the new breed<br> but you cannot imitate an old duster
‘tcha :cool:
Twenty-one days and twenty one nights he bleated in the wilderness, catching his old fleece on the thorns of indifference. He spake strange parables, but returned always to this familiar theme:
A couple of Aussies sharing an L plate<br>A mixed up bbc loser<br>A collection of shoemakers
Impenetrable the tangle of his wool<br>Interminable the length of his thread
<br> :old:
twenty four days now in the wilderness<br> and the devil I met three day ago<br> sheared the living daylights out of me <br> with a reezan razor :angry:
I remember a cheeky greedy hogroast dribbling down a selfish chin at an Ascot meet … maniac my gamble .. split personality …for sure<br>The wordsmith writes a tale or two though..sometimes a tale worth listening to <br>
:old: voodoo
Sky you turned a rusty spanish key in a latch after four days two hours and thirty six minutes to look deep into the decaying lounge and this is what you saw
Your missing left leg lying buried in complete darkness in an ever deepening grave..
….. a thinly boned fellow of narrow width with just over six feet in length but barely covering coffin space and resting peacefully on what might be mistaken for a small child’s brown envelope. Within, and below both buffs, an eyeless monacle shifted its pointless gaze uneasily about, as it tried to edge out from its heavily gummed paper prison and escape from the army of light irritatingly linked words piled high above it, that irked its cracked glass so much as to beg the the reezan why.
Leaving the decline of the razor man, buried deep in the word association, to one side, I must give news of the agent you met.<br>Certainly he still hums but since his spanish trip where you entertained him undeservedly lavishly, I have never used him. He brought little back on Salty Jack and there were other inexcusable discrepancies to match the hog roast; including his breaking through security and his unauthorised re-boarding of an empty passenger jet, to be surrounded by airport police to dumbcockily and confoundedly advertise his planned secret arrival. <br> <br>
:old: voodoo doobloo
as I hit the back button :(
(Edited by gamble at 6:55 pm on May 31, 2006)
Anybody who spotted Roger McGeogh’s godawful poem on  Epsom in  yesterday’s Guardian would have scratched their heads and  wondered why Gamble hasn’t been published yet. Or has he been :cool:
:old: man where have you been ?
Zal, hen and ay I ‘ve been tending to the rats<br> for a few months. <br> Rats being the worst of my collectibles !<br> I just hate their long teeth
Gamble, some scramble and a brief pre-amble. Lyrics I wrote by the river and smoke….. I was feeling a bit hippy that day….
<br>The world as we own it?
I read a book about hope, I’ll let the story unfold, ask yourself the question is there hope in your life. He talked about death, about fighting, I’m not preaching I’m just writing and so was he, he had a point to make, humans are adaptable, mistakes aren’t always retractable but footsteps are, lets go back, lets undress the world and start to impact upon the wrong that we’ve done, it’s not a question of right and wrong, it’s all about when and where. Mother nature bears her head we watch and listen then turn away instead, negligence and ignorance, the vision must begin with us, the claim we staked has been franked and made, we are the planets number one but no planet no way.
The life of I juxtaposed with the life of pi, I’m amazed by the adaption, the interaction Harmony in nature, the world turns to face you. Look in the sink, what’s looking back, a reflection of yourself, it’s how we interact, we see ourselves in everything, but we’re not the lizard kings, nor can we do anything. Judgment comes, are we ready, do we feel like we’ve made progress, or have we just digressed, missing what’s important for fear of our corporate gods. Who runs the planet now, corporations or us, maybe I’m missing the point, might be this joint. Are we party to all the information, do we understand our station? We’re keepers of the planet, self-appointed, but we’re ignoring our duty, we’re missing out on what’s right, we ignore the planets plight, it screams at us, feelings masked as storms drift past but we’re enclosed, the planets a vehicle for our own ends, but she’s the ruler, she’ll be there in the end we’re just passengers, customers on the flight but we’re non-paying limited staying, free loaders in life, we give nothing when she gives us much, we start taking and break with our touch the thousand year bond between earth and man, the 20th century human has forgotten the land, cyber-space, super highways, e-mail, re-sale, nano technology its far beyond any ethics we have, we’re dicing with death and the dangerous unknown, we’re asking for trouble, you can’t build your own, evolution will find a way of moving you on and creating room for the robots now born.
I’m a pacifist, I’m not a reactionist, but I’m starting to think something needs to be said, does America understand the planets near dead? Renewable resource, let me explain, you don’t get something from nothing, when its gone it’s gone, the end of the car, the plane, the ships, stranded on land, the era of the global traveller is over, we need to address the balance, we have to upset and challenge, I’m sorry, but your 6 litre 10 meter, drive in a straight line all the time, passenger carrying juggernauts should be scrapped, greed is a fact we all must address, weigh up our needs, look at our souls and answer me this, do you want your great grandson to be an Armageddon child, no society, no piety, no love is it right that we take for ourselves and think not of the future, if the future were here now they’d probably shoot you because they will know the effect of your greed they will die hungry as there will be no stores to feed. Governments gone, morals shed, anarchy rules, if your weak your dead, the full cyclical transition of human life, from animal to sapien, to the end of our time.
Speeches, he talks, morality and thought. Conundrums of life, philosophical rites. Can you establish beliefs on a system founded on the premise that we are in control? He poses a question, one that makes me think, is life part of one, and the one is all? This brings me onto the argument at hand, if we are all one, we should be one with the land. We should treat all as our brothers, our friends; their right is to be part of nature and function as they might without our intervention, our determined retention of natural life, our decision to decide what’s right. Survival of the fittest, Darwin he nailed it, life is simple, it’s not the complicated mess we’ve come to live in, we feel we’re blessed, but the land calls me, the land stops and shouts, calls out my name and the wind seeks me out and says Nick, times running and she’s not easy to catch, miracles won’t save you, you have to react, you have to find a means of saying what you feel express your emotion, but don’t make it zeal, I’m not trying to be pious or preach, it’s reason I would reach, I’m pointing out facts, saying nothing new, it’s just in a format everyone can view, if you’ve listened closely you will have grasped that I’m not a dreamer, I’m a realist, a hedonist, an earthly fundamentalist who’s spent time in nature, the new world degrades you, I don’t want to go backwards, I want to carry on but I want to do it in a way that brings no harm to that which we owe everything we have, the earth is our mother, the earth is life.<br>
<br> :old: ruin
Nick you are lean dark and tall<br> with shaggy dark hair flecked with grey.<br> Bold grey eyes perch in a strern pale face encasing<br> a large volcanic mouth, the teeth of which fly out<br> under the forceful pressure of emitting hot gasses <br> that warn of the approach of Mother.
<br> flatcapgamble… Aragorn, a gentleman’s tobacco that gets the land to call you whilst at the same time rendering you fertile can’t come cheap :cool:
Aragorn
The doors of perception peered through and thrown open
See::
And join the growing throng
Take a spade, turn the soil, grow a cabbage. Gardening: the cul-de-sac at the end of the tortuous road to Peace of Mind.
"In the woods, we return to reason and faith. There I feel that nothing can befall me in life – no disgrace, no calamity (leaving me my eyes), which nature cannot repair. Standing on the bare ground – my head bathed by the blithe air and uplifted into infinite space – all mean egotism vanishes. I become a transparent eye-ball; I am nothing! I see all; the currents of the Universal Being circulate through me; I am part or parcel of God" – Ralph Waldo Emerson
(Edited by Drone at 4:17 pm on Aug. 2, 2006)
Gamble, the great philosophers taught me that perception is based on the reality your mind creates, changing the landscape can result in new understandings, challenging the reality you know can force you re-evaluate what you cognise…. A difficult premise in a fully formed mind.
A paradox for you from Zeno
If you have point A and point B and were to travel halfway from point a to b and then continue the process of travelling to the midpoint each time would you ever get there?
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