(Ooh Red Lines) Vision dreams of passion
(Blowin' through my mind) and all the while I think of you
(High fry) a very strange reaction
(For us to unwind) the more I see, the more I do
(Something like a phenomenon) Baby!
(Tellin your body to come along, but red lines blow away)

Why are there so many 'threads' on you, on forums on dating websites??

Wait, don't tell me

Mysterious ways

A bolt of lightning, how symbolic
I've mentioned before ideas regarding reality. It is something we don't agree on
Reality is occult
Concealed
There is a punishment for trying to reveal it
It starts young
Things 'happen' in classrooms
Not everybody is aware of it
We live in a peverted world, were somebody else decides for you what is real
You are not allowed, outside of this box
That is the 'nature' of our 'civilised' world

It is an unfortunate fact that the bulk of humanity is too limited in its mental vision to weigh with patience and intelligence those isolated phenomena, seen and felt only by a psychologically sensitive few, which lie outside its common experience. Men of broader intellect know that there is no sharp distinction betwixt the real and the unreal; that all things appear as they do only by virtue of the delicate individual physical and mental media through which we are made conscious of them; but the prosaic materialism of the majority condemns as madness the flashes of super-sight which penetrate the common veil of obvious empiricism.

H. P. LOVECRAFT, "The Tomb"

I really dig those Plato quotes
They make a heck of a lot of sense to me, and really ring a bell
Thanks for sharing

Not all of the 10 commandments make sense
There is of course, the classic, Do not covet thy neighbours ox

Which is very similar to the , don't have envy 1, whatever that is

These are both rubbish, envy is natural
Jealousy is a different beast altogether , and that I could get on board with, but envy ..bananas

Oh it's cold, I haven't got a coat or any shoes
I sure envy those that do

The don't worship false idols

Another baloney sandwich, you'll never get to heaven if you don't support the right football team, and we all know where you end up if you don't go to heaven

Besides your assertion is really only relevant to 'Christisans from the U.S.A. '

By your principle, all other unchristian nations would be shooting the bejesus out of each other every day in school, but, they're not, on the whole anyway

Standing on the waters casting your bread
While the eyes of the idol with the iron head are glowing
Distant ships sailing into the mist
You were born with a snake in both of your fists while a hurricane was blowing
Freedom just around the corner for you
But with the truth so far off, what good will it do?

[Chorus]
Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune
Bird fly high by the light of the moon
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman

So swiftly the sun sets in the sky
You rise up and say goodbye to no one
Fools rush in where angels fear to tread
Both of their futures, so full of dread, you don't show one
Shedding off one more layer of skin
Keeping one step ahead of the persecutor within.

Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune
Bird fly high by the light of the moon
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.

You're a man of the mountains, you can walk on the clouds
Manipulator of crowds, you're a dream twister
You're going to Sodom and Gomorrah
But what do you care ? Ain't nobody there would want marry your sister
Friend to the martyr, a friend to the woman of shame
You look into the fiery furnace, see the rich man without any name.

Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune
Bird fly high by the light of the moon
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.

Well, the Book of Leviticus and Deuteronomy
The law of the jungle and the sea are your only teachers
In the smoke of the twilight on a milk-white steed
Michelangelo indeed could've carved out your features
Resting in the fields, far from the turbulent space
Half asleep near the stars with a small dog licking your face.

Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune
Bird fly high by the light of the moon
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.

Well, the rifleman's stalking the sick and the lame
Preacherman seeks the same, who'll get there first is uncertain
Nightsticks and water cannons, tear gas, padlocks
Molotov cocktails and rocks behind every curtain
False-hearted judges dying in the webs that they spin
Only a matter of time 'til the night comes stepping in.

Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune
Bird fly high by the light of the moon
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.

It's a shadowy world, skies are slippery gray
A woman just gave birth to a prince today and dressed him in scarlet
He'll put the priest in his pocket, put the blade to the heat
Take the motherless children off the street
And place them at the feet of a harlot
Oh, Jokerman, you know what he wants
Oh, Jokerman, you don't show any response.

Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune
Bird fly high by the light of the moon
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.

'Jokerman' song by
Bob Dylan

https://youtu.be/1XSvsFgvWr0

Oh, God said to Abraham, "Kill me a son"
Abe said, "Man, you must be puttin' me on"
God said, "No" Abe say, "What?"
God say, "You can do what you want, Abe, but
The next time you see me comin', you better run"
Well, Abe said, "Where d'you want this killin' done?"
God said, "Out on Highway 61"

Well, Georgia Sam, he had a bloody nose
Welfare department, they wouldn't give him no clothes
He asked poor Howard, "Where can I go?"
Howard said, "There's only one place I know"
Sam said, "Tell me quick, man, I got to run"
Oh, Howard just pointed with his gun
And said, "That way, down Highway 61"

Well, Mack the Finger said to Louie the King
"I got forty red-white-and-blue shoestrings
And a thousand telephones that don't ring
Do you know where I can get rid of these things?"
And Louie the King said, "Let me think for a minute, son"
Then he said, "Yes, I think it can be easily done
Just take everything down to Highway 61"

Now, the fifth daughter on the twelfth night
Told the first father that things weren't right
"My complexion, " she says, "is much too white"
He said, "Come here and step into the light"
He said, "Hmm, you're right, let me tell the second mother this has been done"
But the second mother was with the seventh son
And they were both out on Highway 61

Now, the roving gambler he was very bored
Trying to create a next world war
He found a promoter who nearly fell off the floor
He said, "I never engaged in this kind of thing before
But yes, I think it can be very easily done
We'll just put some bleachers out in the sun
And have it on Highway 61"

'Highway 61 revisited' a song by
Bob Dylan

NOW this is the Law of the Jungle — as old and as true as the sky;
And the Wolf that shall keep it may prosper, but the Wolf that shall break it must die.

As the creeper that girdles the tree-trunk the Law runneth forward and back —
For the strength of the Pack is the Wolf, and the strength of the Wolf is the Pack.

Wash daily from nose-tip to tail-tip; drink deeply, but never too deep;
And remember the night is for hunting, and forget not the day is for sleep.

The Jackal may follow the Tiger, but, Cub, when thy whiskers are grown,
Remember the Wolf is a Hunter — go forth and get food of thine own.

Keep peace withe Lords of the Jungle — the Tiger, the Panther, and Bear.
And trouble not Hathi the Silent, and mock not the Boar in his lair.

When Pack meets with Pack in the Jungle, and neither will go from the trail,
Lie down till the leaders have spoken — it may be fair words shall prevail.

When ye fight with a Wolf of the Pack, ye must fight him alone and afar,
Lest others take part in the quarrel, and the Pack be diminished by war.

The Lair of the Wolf is his refuge, and where he has made him his home,
Not even the Head Wolf may enter, not even the Council may come.

The Lair of the Wolf is his refuge, but where he has digged it too plain,
The Council shall send him a message, and so he shall change it again.

If ye kill before midnight, be silent, and wake not the woods with your bay,
Lest ye frighten the deer from the crop, and your brothers go empty away.

Ye may kill for yourselves, and your mates, and your cubs as they need, and ye can;
But kill not for pleasure of killing, and seven times never kill Man!

If ye plunder his Kill from a weaker, devour not all in thy pride;
Pack-Right is the right of the meanest; so leave him the head and the hide.

The Kill of the Pack is the meat of the Pack. Ye must eat where it lies;
And no one may carry away of that meat to his lair, or he dies.

The Kill of the Wolf is the meat of the Wolf. He may do what he will;
But, till he has given permission, the Pack may not eat of that Kill.

Cub-Right is the right of the Yearling. From all of his Pack he may claim
Full-gorge when the killer has eaten; and none may refuse him the same.

Lair-Right is the right of the Mother. From all of her year she may claim
One haunch of each kill for her litter, and none may deny her the same.

Cave-Right is the right of the Father — to hunt by himself for his own:
He is freed of all calls to the Pack; he is judged by the Council alone.

Because of his age and his cunning, because of his gripe and his paw,
In all that the Law leaveth open, the word of your Head Wolf is Law.

Now these are the Laws of the Jungle, and many and mighty are they;
But the head and the hoof of the Law and the haunch and the hump is — Obey!

The Law of the Jungle - The Jungle Book
Rudyard Kipling

It's a Christmas cracker, groan joke, and in the crackers it definitely says aspirin
Try this 1, it was 1 of my little sisters favourites, it's another cracker groan joke

Why didn't the skeleton go to the party???

Because he had nobody to go with

Well, I say accidentally, I've put in my profile, don't nudge me, so maybe it's my own fault. You know, like a moth to a flame reverse psychology kind of deal ( maybe I should write, I do not want a date, hmm ) but the bugge*s just insist on doing it.
So I have to click on the thingy, then there thingy, all the while thinking, will you just bugge* off, and low and behold, they have
I'm not sure whether to be happy, sad or guilty
If only I could get the politicians to nudge me, I'd have them sorted in a jiffy

I'm not sold on all this Yeshua business
If it does it for you, fair enough
And I admit, I haven't read all of these ancient writings
But isn't he mentioned in both the Torah and the Koran
And don't both of those religions not believe that he died and came again, and not believe, that he was the son of god.
Don't they just believe, that he was a prophet

And on a slightly separate note, what about the Aborigines, for example. I'm not an expert on their culture or ancient writings, but, no mention of him there me thinks
Or what about China? Is he mentioned there? I think not
Did Yeshua deliberately miss these people out?
Or are their beliefs in fact, far older, than when whoever it was, started a new religion, which even I know, bears little resemblance to the 1 it started as, no more beliefs in animism and such

And another thing, how can you possibly have so much faith in these writings, when we know, that countless books , as well as people, were burned, by the church
Who then formed committees and decided, just exactly what the hymn sheet should look like

Hey, if it makes your life happier, great

For me, there's just too many people trying to pull the wool over my / other peoples eyes, and they can't give a straight answer, so I smell a con. That's not to say, I don't have some beliefs myself. But don't you find that some people get drunk on religion, the same way some get drunk on pride!? It's almost like scripture quoting and interpretation of an Olympic standard. Here come the Lutherans coming up on the inside, as the Orthodox Jews stay steadfastly at the back of the pack, probably saving themselves for the last sprint, as the Methodists , catholics and Anglicans are neck and neck, we're coming up the finish line, but what's this? Confusicious , Ganesha, Odin, and a giant turtle over take them all hand in hand across the finish line, just as Isis reloads the starter pistol and takes aim at their what's its

I've stared into the mirror tripping
It is quite strange, you look like a statue sometimes, or somebody else
I've never had tracers something I always wanted
However there is a line from a stone roses song ' and the grass was several shades of blue, every member of Parliament trips on glue'
So I was delighted to find, that while on shrooms 1 day, after wandering through the woods on to a golf course ( to look for and find fly agarics ) , and stopping to smoke a bit of blueberry, that the grass was indeed, several shades of blue
Everything was fine until about half a dozen fellas ( who looked decidedly like c.I.d. ) wandered up to tee off
Smells a bit ganja wish, 1 of them said
I was dieing to reply, but there resemblance to old bill, made me stay schtum, but inside I was saying
I should bloody well hope it does, that cost me £20
Also I would strongly advise turning the lights off, and lighting a candle, the difference really is chalk and cheese
Lights on, carpet full of blue snakes, walls breathing, cup moving, seeing a bit of stuff
But omg, that's like 10% of what you see, when you turn the lights off and light a candle.
I'd tripped a few times, but never done it, and heard it was good. Honestly, if it's your thing, and you ain't tried it, you ssssssoooo should

Wow, you've got a real downer on anybody you perceive to have mental health issues
Your Christian spirit goes right out of the window, like a bat out of hell
Maybe some of those folks need yours and gods compassion a bit more in their hour of need
You ever been in a mental institution?
They're not very nice places
And even should you get out, you'll find that even the so called 'nice' folks, have a very wicked downer on you
I think you should lick a cane toad

Which caveman made it rain frogs?

https://youtu.be/sCEMIpInfoE

here's the song, complete with lyrics
This is the explicit version. Here's a hint, Sandra Bullocks was used for the 'clean / radio' version. I'm sure you can find that 1 should you wish to

And throw away the key, don't marry her, have me

a line from a song called 'Don't marry her' , by, The Beautiful South

I thought it might be good conversation starter, and it's sage like wisdom, coupled with black humor, always makes me smile

I hope you have a beautiful day

I've been certified insane
Though I refute that I am, and your suggestion
Also many animals have been shown to display intelligence. Octopuses for example. A guerrilla that learned sign language, and them 'learned' to lie, because it was fed up of all the tests those darned pesky humans kept making it do
Did you never here the theory, that dolphins were monkeys, they came from the sea to the land, didn't like it much, so thought, sod this, let's go back to the sea.
Right on

I'm not supporting the desecration of graves, it's wrong, full stop
But I often, just don't get on board with the war stuff
I find it far more disrespectful to those that died, that Hitler and many of his cronies were allowed to go free, and yet that's lied about, and not what they teach you in school
Isn't that called 'propaganda'
And didn't they make a deal with some bloke called Stalin?
And then didn't we help start a war to create Israel, because it's only fair that they / we can be fascists too

Oh my name it ain't nothin'
My age it means less
The country I come from
Is called the Midwest
I was taught and brought up there
The laws to abide
And that land that I live in
Has God on its side
Oh, the history books tell it
They tell it so well
The cavalries charged
The Indians fell
The cavalries charged
The Indians died
Oh, the country was young
With God on its side
The Spanish-American
War had its day
And the Civil War, too
Was soon laid away
And the names of the heroes
I was made to memorize
With guns in their hands
And God on their side
The First World War, boys
It came and it went
The reason for fighting
I never did get
But I learned to accept it
Accept it with pride
For you don't count the dead
When God's on your side
The Second World War
Came to an end
We forgave the Germans
And then we were friends
Though they murdered six million
In the ovens they fried
The Germans now, too
Have God on their side
I've learned to hate the Russians
All through my whole life
If another war comes
It's them we must fight
To hate them and fear them
To run and to hide
And accept it all bravely
With God on my side
But now we got weapons
Of chemical dust
If fire them, we're forced to
Then fire, them we must
One push of the button
And a shot the world wide
And you never ask questions
When God's on your side
Through many a dark hour
I've been thinkin' about this
That Jesus Christ was
Betrayed by a kiss
But I can't think for you
You'll have to decide
Whether Judas Iscariot
Had God on his side.
So now as I'm leavin'
I'm weary as Hell
The confusion I'm feelin'
Ain't no tongue can tell
The words fill my head
And fall to the floor
That if God's on our side
He'll stop the next war

'God on our side' a song by , Bob Dylan