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Tiredness was upon the man, he had strolled along with his dog at a pace that seemed to suit his disposition. Finding an arena from which to muse on his place in the universe and sitting to rest his legs for a bit only seemed to give him time to meditate on his aches and pains, they were not to many but they were constant. Niggling and sporadic; Sometimes a knee other times an elbow a shoulder or if the weather was cold enough the haunting creek in his neck would remind him that he was growing old, it was a stark contrast to his walking thoughts when the ignorance and excuse of youth was on his side. When the infinite sun of future summers shone and warmed the imaginings of the long journey he would walk into life. Contrasts indeed he thought as he rubbed his leg and jostled on his spot to purchase some comfort.
How fast his travels he thought.
How short the road he once pondered to be long had been,
and how unexpectedly this night of moon lit mentation had occurred.

The Irish air was damp and cold but ample layers of clothing ensured warmth and as the heavy constant rains of winter had not started yet so a light jacket and rain trousers provided adequate protection from the damp ground and moist autumn air. The night was druidic It felt typically Irish and you would most likely have to be Irish to feel what that meant. The man lay back and became enshrouded in this cultural enfold. It was as though he was wearing the very heaven's embroidered cloths, and there in the half-light of the glow of the Waxing moon his apparent insignificance gave him strength. The Strength came in the form of a sense of freedom, not the type of freedom that was somehow manufactured it was more the type that was born to the earth. God given some would say and others would call it sovereign. But the man just knew it was his. For those few moments in time his thoughts seemed as insignificant as a distant star with all the weight and implication of a black hole.
People are like that you see, Contradictions, Pushing away those we wish to hold, running with those that slow us down and asking the forgiveness of those who abuse us. We are all searching for the sovereignty of our own personal freedom while we feel a wanting to corral and share its beauty with another. This is the give and take of the self and the selfless. Yet underneath the dark matter of these paradoxes that seem to brood within the living conflict, Infringements we all find as we begin to partake in the journey of the self. Here smoulder the embers of a fire, small sparks that are burning the dream of a better tomorrow into our very essence. Not just a tomorrow of individual concern but one that yearns for integrity and the togetherness of a better humanity.

Sometimes everyone needs to end a friendship and burn the bridge. Sometimes, it's better to let sleeping dogs lie. Whatever the case maybe I hate choosing to burn the bridge, since friends can sometimes be hard to come by, true friends that is.


To those of you that have reached out to me...

when I was gone CS created a new face lol

Yeah...It Was So Long A Time Ago....As Far As Measuring It In Human Years Anyway....I Remember That There Were Only 3 Channels On The Television Way Back Then...And Then There Are A Few Here..That Can Say...They Remember When There Was No Such Thing As Television
The First Cartoon Show I Ever Saw...........Was

Im a honorable member of a secret society

"weirdos ,scammers and nutcases united"

Last night we had a meeting and came to a unanimous decision
-Get rid of the last decent guy on CS -he was ruining it for the rest of us
There will be a small commemoration this Saturday ,nothing fancy ...
Sorry ladies,pack up your huhas and leave ...

Or stay and get ready to get freaky

"Unfortunately" (Through Finally Getting Information From Someone That Was Close To Him?) And With A Very Lot Of Sadness..............."i Have Some Bad News To Telll You All"............."Our Stringman Has Passed Away.............He Had Passed Away On June 3rd 2021.....................................He Fought It Hard But Unfortunately?...............The String Man Finally Succumbed To The Covid 19 Infection.
And He Never Told Any Of Us That He Had The Desease.....Now...That Is A Real Man!!!....Not Wanting Nor Trying To Get Attention From Anybody......Even Me He Didn';t Tell That He Had The Desease!
"R......Return"
"I....If"
"P.....ossible" String Man

For You Shall Be Greatly Missed

Discover YOUR Greek Deity Identity.

Guys - Find Your Greek God Identity.


Gals - Find Your Greek Goddess Identity .


I'm Poseidon - God Of The Sea ...

I'm sick to the stomach, and chewing my fingernails down to the quick, as there is so much misinformation and half truths being pedalled here.

I want to know the absolute truth, not bullshit conspiracy theories, not hearsay from social media etc.

What do the real genuine 100% Chinese people think about potatoes?

I'm hoping the Chinese people can provide some input, perhaps whether they prefer desiree or sebago, who knows maybe they prefer kipfler. I think they seem too classy to eat just boring old pontiacs, they probably export them or use them for cattle feed.

All That We See On The News Is......................People Doing Harm To Other People..........................People Killing Other People................The Devastation Of War Upon Each Others Countries..............Despite All Of This?............There Is The Other Side
And The Other Side Goes Out Of Its Way To Be What We All Should Be
But Throughout It All?
"I Still Have"

"Faith In Humanity"

"And They Said....................................................."Do It For Yourself Man"..........."There Is No Message To Send"
"To Hell....................... With Their Sarcasism..............And Their Will....................................... Of Unable To Bend"
"Theres No Need to Be Needing"
"Even If You Think That They Can"
"Ramble On Oh Ramblin Man"
"And The Understanding Of Man"