I mustered up quiet a thirst this morning. Hastily I summoned my maid with two tugs of the bell chord dangling above my handsome head. To no avail? Surging forth, I pulled again with vigour, the sheer brawn of my strapping forearm evident as I grasped the chord firmly. The bell tolled throughout the many halls echoing long after I surceased into abyss. I started for my chamber door, through each and every hall I explored. No maid?
My throat parched like my maids bartholin the night before, yawning she was not so I had made for her back door. Lost I became, not due to the scale of my house, but lost in my gaze reflected in a mirror. Such deep blue eyes I have, “You’re a gorgeous fellow” I thought. As hard as it was to bring myself away from the striking presence in the mirror, I had arrived at the pantry. There I found a note, strewn across the table. The maid, she had gone to purchase a new outfit for I had torn hers last night.
“Tea” I muttered to myself, my voice husky from the whiskey, the maid and I had indulged in, although it still maintained a velvet undertone. I have the type of voice that would reverberate through any dame, they fall weak upon hearing my voice for it is great. I filled a pot to the brim much like I had with the maid last night and placed it on the stove, much like she had felt for our love making was hot. I could have used the kettle, but the diction in my head was that of a century ago and modern conveniences wouldn’t be apt for this blog. I should also mention that it was dark in the pantry and I had an oil lamp with me to set the scene. Every room in my house is so vast, that the light from my lamp could not reach the extremities of the pantry. Instead it filled a dome with it’s light, the dome articulated by the blackness which surrounded it, and in it's centre I stood.
Brewing my tea, although rare an occasion I do this myself, I consider it an art form and with much zeal I had set about this task. My favourite cup looks as though it has been hewn from stone, for I'am man, carved from stone it seems, much like my abdomen or my entire frame for that matter. Michelangelo could have only dreamed of creating a masterpiece such as I. With a tea bag in situ I poured the now boiling water over it. I had used a silver spoon to stir the tea bag and squeeze as such to release it’s flavour. I near placed it on the counter when it caught my reflection, although distorted with the convexity of the spoon, I still looked good. A playful dash of milk and my tea was ready. I had done it all by myself, and it tasted better than any brew I had tasted before. Exulted with my success this morning, I decided to write this blog to share with you guys.
For I’am man. I made tea. You may bask in the sun that shines from my rear, for I have bestowed upon you a blog today. I will enunciate once more, I have made tea and it was great.
Not all of the time now but most of the time, bar the 4 or 5 regular dudes, ye know who ye are
But to the rest of ye
, if I have to read one more blog about love or God, then I swear to said God (even though I don't believe in said God) I'll be forced to write another blog venting my rage again
The
Blog is meant to be story time, tales and your views and only your views if they're valid, interesting and longer than 50 sentences please!
The
Blog is not a place to ask single line questions, the blog is not a place to find a date and more importantly the blog is not a place to bore the thunderingbejaysusfeck out of me with daft incoherent nonsensical rubbish about God and love.
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Today I had a sandwich. I had one big sausage in this sandwich with sauce drizzled on it. I put on too much sauce and it oozed out over the edge of the crust. Got sauce all over my fingers, they got all sticky so I had to lick the sauce off my fingers. It got very messy, the sausage was too big for my mouth and I ended up with sauce all over my face too. It was a good 3 layer sandwich, but dammit there was just way too much sauce for one sausage. Granted it was a big sausage but still just too much sauce. I used one crust to wipe some of the sauce off my face.
That was fine, but I got hungry again and went for another sandwich. This time I had two big sausages, I mean really BIG sausages. I remembered the mess from last time too with the sauce but I didn't care, I liked it. I spilled out sauce all over the two sausages. Even tried to take in two at the same time but the sausages were just too big. The sauce just oozed out everywhere, all over my fingers, my hands, my face, it was such a mess but I really enjoyed licking it all up after.
It was warm too and smelt great. There's nothing better than the smell of warm fresh meat covered in sauce. Well there is, when you have double the meat and double the sauce for a sandwich. I do love a good sandwich. What kind of sandwiches do you guys like?
Have you ever noticed that if you pour water on a sponge, it kinda gets heavier? and when squeezed it gets lighter. Sometimes it absorbs water all by it's self. Sponge's are soft but can be tough on stains. The stains sometimes run off on a sponge, and after a while a sponge can start to smell. If you look closely sponge's have holes in them, some bigger than other.
What do you think?
I gots a thinking, is there really any selfless good deed? To do something good for someone else without any gain for yourself.
I believe that every action has a reaction, thus every good action has a good reaction. What makes us human however, is the ability to predict the consequences to every action we commit. That's what seperates us from the animals. When I commit a good action the reaction is already predetermined in my mind, so logically having thought of a good reaction to the action, the action itself can no longer be selfless, as I carry out the action because I liked the outcome of the reaction as predicted in my mind.
To say that there is such things as selfless good deeds, leads me to interpret that, as though the person who committed a selfless good deed has done so without any consideration for the reaction. This, however is impossible. You might think that reckless actions are then actions with no thought given to a reaction. Not so, the outcome becomes a chaos reaction and is always predetermined before the action. I'm trailing away, lets stick to the topic at hand.
If I donate money to a charity, the only possible way that can be considered a selfless good deed is if I don't tell anyone and remain anonymous. Anonymity seems to be the only viable route to a selfless good deed. However don't get carried away with thoughts of a Batman type character helping others with no gain to himself. He's merely satisfying his own ego.
So is this the answer then? An anonymous donation to a charity. I think not, because if it truly remains anonymous, then how can we prove that a selfless good deed has been committed? Why does anyone donate to charity in the first place. Are they feeling guilty, sad etc. They'll feel better if they help someone else. A donation is never made without thought given to the consequence.
I take the internet as truly being the only source where good deeds can be considered selfless. Is it possible to rate someones photo a 10, just to make them feel good about themselves? is it possibly to offer advice to a stranger because you simply want to help? Is it possible to offer an ear to someone who needs a voice? Sometimes these are done without the person realising they're doing it. True anonymity and truly random.
Just like a charity donation, these deeds may appear selfless but why does anyone do anything in the first place? Every action has a determined reaction. However the internet is full of it, whether you realise it or not, random acts of kindness. Only through randomness can an action be undetermined...Chaos if you will, the only possible selfless good deed....
Can I not then, try a random act of anonymous kindness in real life? No, for then you are not anonymous or random...
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